Little Uncle Zhao and Little Aunt Zhao moved in, knowing that Wang Yuemei and Zhao Tianhe had to go to work, they sent them off and then came over to the Courtyard House to see Mrs. Zhao and Captain Zhao.
They were busy preparing some dowry for Zhao Xinxin.
"Sister-in-law, my son's mother-in-law hadn't prepared any dowry at all, Yuemei's bridal clothes were all prepared by our side."
This left Little Aunt Zhao at a loss for words.
She had lived long enough to see village brides married off without any dowry from their parents.
But this was in the city.
Could there really be such people here too?
They gave nothing, not even a cup.
This morning, the daughter-in-law got up early to cook, and her cooking skills were average at best.
Mrs. Zhao was actually a bit surprised too.
She had three sons.
Their wives were not like Xiao He's wife.
Even Laoer's wife's family had given a little dowry.
Laoer's wife's family even more so.
