Chapter 1208: You Probably Can’t Fit into My Clothes.
Shen Mianmian caught the hint in Zhu Yun’s words, put down the book she was holding, and deliberately asked, "So how much do you think is appropriate to give?"
Zhu Yun: "..."
She obviously didn’t want to give anything.
Thinking this in her heart, Zhu Yun didn’t feel it was nice to say it out loud. With an awkward smile, she said, "Isn’t that why I’m asking you? How much do you think is appropriate? Of course, our family’s circumstances are different from yours; we certainly can’t compare to Yang Xiaoxi or your brother. We can’t afford to give you a house; we don’t even have a nice house ourselves."
"It’s my first time encountering someone asking the bridal couple how much to give for the wedding," Shen Mianmian said with a light smile. "How about this! Why don’t you go back and discuss it with your husband and give whatever amount he says."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yun immediately replied, "If I discuss it with him, he’d prefer not to give anything at all. Let me tell you, my husband is really stingy. The last time my dad came over, I bought a little extra meat and he sulked when he got home. Apart from being generous with gambling, he doesn’t want to spend a penny on anything else. He wishes he wouldn’t have to spend at all."
Zhu Yun didn’t mince words when talking about her man’s flaws.
"It’s okay not to give anything. Just come and have a meal, to enjoy the lively atmosphere." Shen Mianmian wasn’t a stranger to Zhu Yun coming over for a meal now and then, and now that it was about having a good time at the wedding, she cared even less about that one meal.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yun’s eyes suddenly lit up, "Mianmian, I knew you are generous and wouldn’t care about that little money. The few bucks we could give really wouldn’t catch your eye, it would be better not to give anything. When the time comes, I’ll come over in advance to help out by washing dishes and cleaning up."
In the countryside, the cash gifts were only about a dollar, and for those who were closer or more affectionate, the amount might be five dollars. Zhu Yun’s thinking was also very simple: giving one dollar seemed embarrassing, and giving five dollars made her heart ache for the money.