Ye Qiu didn't care about the stares from others, nor did he take those mocking voices to heart, as he confidently walked toward his home holding his son, Ye Shuai, and carrying a big chunk of pork.
But there always had to be someone who couldn't mind their own business, standing at the gate with a malicious grin: "Yo, back when you married Cai Juhua you gave one hundred yuan, and now marrying this silly girl you only give a piece of pork? Ye Qiu, that's not very decent of you. She's becoming a stepmother, you should've given more."
"What's it to you?" someone beside retorted, "The fact that the silly girl can get married at all is something, I think even a piece of pork is too much."
"Tsk, you can't say that. After all, she is a woman, and as long as she can do, you know what, right? Maybe she's good in that area, you see Ye Qiu doesn't even touch his own wife but her, maybe she's especially energetic!"
"Hey, Ye Shuai, you're gonna have a stepmom soon, are you happy about it?"
