Daily Life in the 70s

Eventually, Li Hong and Bai Hehua dared not say anything else, fearful that if their mother-in-law kept talking like this, it wouldn’t just be their husbands who heard, but their father-in-law as well, and they would absolutely face unpleasant consequences.

For Yang PeiMin, the opinions of her two sisters-in-law were nothing new, and she had grown used to them. When it came to bringing gifts home, she smiled genuinely. When she had to take things back to her parents’ house, her gestures were reluctant. However, she never interfered with matters like the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship but remained as filial as usual, warmly accepting whatever could put her parents’ minds at ease.

She knew that when she married, Zhang Minghua always felt guilty about the dowry issue, and for the hurtful gossip that had preceded. She also felt sorry for her. When Yang Peiqiong from her uncle’s family was admitted to university and the relatives were invited for a meal, it was now her turn to have her moment of triumph, and Zhang Minghua certainly wouldn’t miss that.

In fact, she didn’t have any particular intentions; it was just about inviting Yang PeiMin’s maternal family and Yang Dahai and his brothers to sit down together for a meal, something very ordinary. They were satisfied with just bringing back two basins of meat and vegetables.

The meal was set for noon today. Grandma Yang arrived early in the morning. Although she disapproved of the banquet, she couldn’t bring herself to say much. After all, Yang PeiMin had truly made something of herself, and if something happened in the future, she would be even more capable of supporting her family, perhaps even able to give a lift to her siblings, so Grandma Yang swallowed her disagreement.

Looking at Yang PeiMin, she showed a kindly smile and pulled her to sit at her side, "You child, why are you still so thin? Haven’t you been eating properly?"

"Being frail isn’t good, especially when it comes to having children."

Although Grandma Yang said this out of concern, the other people in the room took it differently, but their gazes unanimously fell upon Yang PeiMin’s belly. Her Third Aunt Chen Zhaodi thought for a moment and then whispered, "Actually, conception really depends on one’s physical health. Minmin needs to do more work at home to get stronger, then it will be easier to get pregnant."

Chen Zhaodi glanced at her own robust daughter and a smug look flashed in her eyes. No matter how well her niece married or whether she went to university, she felt there was one crucial point that her niece hadn’t achieved—no children meant that everything else was superficial and wouldn’t last.