Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

Leaving the Ye family, under the streetlights, Feng Qingxue and a group of children each carried a pot of flowers and plants.

The flowers and plants in the Ye family's large courtyard were indeed abundant and exquisite. The courtyard was filled with various species, and many potted plants adorned the interior. The wax plums were richly fragrant, the daffodils fresh and elegant, and the Chinese pines vigorous and towering.

As for Lu Jiang, he carried two large travel bags, both filled with clothes, shoes, paper, and stationery that the elderly couple bought for the children.

The elderly couple had a decent monthly income but small expenses, so naturally, they spent on their descendants. Ye Yan lived with the Lu Family for many years and received a good education. Naturally, they bought quite a bit for their grandchildren and even got Xibao a gift. They were quite disappointed to learn that Xibao stayed in the hometown, especially instructing Lu Jiang to send Xibao's share to him.

The relationship between the two families was as close as one family, so there was no need to be overly polite in such matters.

Like now, knowing full well his grandparents were close by, Ye Yan still preferred to stay with the Lu Family, saying it felt more accompanied.

Feng Qingxue happily looked at the double-petaled daffodil in her hands, "I remember I bought a Ru Kiln daffodil pot in rain-washed color in Shanghai. When the stuff arrives, I'll find it and use it to plant this daffodil, placing it on the dressing table."

Fubao looked envious, "Mom, I also like daffodils. Are there any more beautiful pots?"

The pot in her hands was too ugly, not befitting the vibrant flowers.

Feng Qingxue thought for a moment, "I think we have two or three at home. One is a begonia-shaped Ru Kiln pot, in celadon. Another is a Jadestone Strip Basin, and there's a lotus-shaped pot of Bai Ma with silk inlays. You can choose one yourself later."

Actually, these few were collectibles from the past, never taken out before.

"I'll wait until I can see them before choosing; right now, I don't know which is better." Fubao, loving everything beautiful, wanted a pretty flower pot.

Feng Qingxue chuckled, thinking they should take an early trip with Lu Jiang to bring everything back.

"Girls will be girls, so delicate, always fond of flowers and plants!" Lu Erxiong, holding a pot of wax plums with gloved hands, hopped along without fear of falling, "Dad, won't you look after your wife, my mom, and my vain sister? Life is already hard enough, don't tire yourselves with gardening and flowers. I'm not watering them!"

Lu Jiang, with his hands full, lifted a foot to nudge his son on the backside, "You brat, you have no manners talking about your mom like that!"

In winter layers, with consideration for the wax plums his wife favored, Lu Jiang's kick was light. Lu Erxiong didn't feel any pain and ran forward while shouting, "Isn't anyone allowed to speak the truth anymore?"

In the distance, an old man wrapped in a worn military coat, taking a walk with an attendant, saw Lu Erxiong bouncing towards him. Before seeing Lu Jiang and the others trailing far behind, he couldn't help but laugh, "Oh, who's this strapping lad? Never seen him before. What a clear voice, fit for shouting commands in the army."

Lu Erxiong came to an abrupt halt, stopping so suddenly that he nearly fell forward. He quickly steadied the flower pot and stumbled two steps, looking relieved, "Didn't drop it, didn't drop it. If my mom's flowers fell, my dad would have my head!"

The old man was amused by him, "No worries, if it breaks, I'll vouch for you and ask your dad to let it slide."

"Hello, Grandpa!" Sweet-talker whether familiar or not, Lu Erxiong greeted, "You're so nice. I really need a good grandpa like you to keep my dad in check, so he doesn't always pick on me every day."