The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife Chapter 1890 - 1892: What Are You Wearing?

"You guys really have it rough!" Yang Chuxia sympathized with them.

Knowing there’s a problem with that person, yet unable to do anything about it, tsk tsk, must be really frustrating.

"Isn’t that right." Ye Zi’an agreed deeply, "Let’s not talk about it, let’s eat, the food at the office is truly not tasty."

Yang Chuxia laughed, if Ye Zi’an said it wasn’t good, it must really not be great.

On November 25th, the Great Zhou’s Capital City also started to have snow flurries, but mixed with rainwater, lting instantly upon hitting the ground.

"Mom, are you sure I need to wear this much?" With the weather getting colder, Yang Chuxia added extra layers to the kids early in the morning.

"It’s cold, and there’s no charcoal burning at your school, if you don’t wear more, your hands and feet will be freezing."

"But I’m dressed like a ball, I can’t even run." Yangyang tugged at the clothes he wore, feeling quite distressed, he pulled at his belt and said, "With the belt fastened, you can’t even see my waist, I’ve turned into a fat barrel, so ugly."

"Pfft... Son, you’re a boy, and so young, why are you so concerned about your appearance?" Yang Chuxia pulled at his outer robe, "Your focus should be on staying warm, even though you’re wearing a bit much, my good-looking son isn’t ugly at all."

"Sigh, Mom, you’re just comforting ." Yangyang sighed, "Whose face is bigger than their body? The first thing people see will surely be my body. When I get to school, everyone will surely say, look, the Ye family’s little fatty is here, who would bother to look at my face to see if it’s nice-looking or not."

"Pfft..." Listening to this kid talk, Yang Chuxia couldn’t help but laugh.

"Little brother, it doesn’t matter if you’re dressed horribly because our school doesn’t have any girls." Lele, unable to watch any longer, piped up. How can my little brother be so vain?

"Alright, alright, you’re both right." Yangyang waved his hand helplessly, "I don’t want the cloak, alright? I’m already dressed like a ball, wrapping a cloak on would just turn into a silkworm cocoon, a giant fat cocoon."

Yang Chuxia saw that he indeed wore quite a bit, so didn’t make him fasten the cloak, only having the servants carry it, in case it gets cold, it might be needed.

She handed over the hand warrs, silver coals, snacks and such that the kids might need, to the servants, and after the two children headed to school, Yang Chuxia went to pull the two younger ones out of bed.

Luo Linhao ca with Ye Zi’an, and upon seeing Yang Chuxia, he was full of reluctance, "Cousin-in-law, can we not go propose to the Li Family?"

"Definitely not possible, if we keep delaying, the Noble Princess Concubine will surely have opinions." Yang Chuxia continued, "Don’t worry, would I really let you marry the Li Family’s daughter?"

"Exactly, would my sister harm you?" Saying this, Yang Xiayun walked in from outside, but her outfit was quite eye-catching.

"Yunyun? Oh my! What kind of outfit is that?" Luo Linhao covered his face, with bright red lips and a white face, dark circles under the eyes, isn’t this a ghost?

"A matchmaker, can’t you tell?" Yang Xiayun touched her eyebrow, "I even purposely added a big black mole, very much like a matchmaker. Young lad, I’m here to propose for you."

"Are you serious?" Luo Linhao’s eyes widened, "Yunyun, are you really doing this?"

"Of course, I have to see what kind of divine being this Li Susu really is." She turned to Yang Chuxia, "Sis, do I need a matchmaker to propose? How do I look?"

"You? Not good." Yang Chuxia poked her forehead, "Stay at ho obediently."