"Look, our Junyao can also pick wheat ears."
The second aunt asked me jokingly, "Junyao told the second aunt why you are picking up the ears?"
I said boldly: "I want to prepare a dowry!"
The second aunt smiled slyly, the girls and aunts around her laughed, and so did my mother.
"Who are you going to marry?"
Really? Who am I going to marry? I suddenly thought of the uncle who harvested wheat ears to make candies.
"I want to marry that uncle who sells stove candy"
They all laughed loudly, quacking like a flock of ducks.
What are you laughing at!? I'm angry. Is there anything shameful about being my man?!
In fact, when I was young at the time, I didn't know that men couldn't get married...