"What do you mean by 'almost'?" Ning Ya was a bit puzzled.
Ning Yang didn't speak any further.
Ning Ya was immersed in a kind of joy, saying, "She's a good girl, we shouldn't skimp, we have to give whatever is due. You should find time to invite her parents out for a meal, then we can talk about the dowry and stuff. Also, we should buy her clothes, right..."
Saying this, she put down her wine glass, jumped down from the windowsill, opened her red lacquered wooden wardrobe, and took out a red lacquered box from under a pile of clothes.
Ning Ya liked elegant things from China, and naturally, she also liked the celebratory color red that China favors, so most of her things were red.
She brought the box in front of Ning Yang, handed it to him, "Give these to Miss Jiang as well. These are essential. I had prepared them for you early on, just waiting for you to bring home a truly genuine girlfriend. But you never did, and I've almost stashed this at the bottom of my trunk."
