Luo Ye and her group went shopping in a seven-seater SUV. They bought so many things that it couldn't all fit, so they left their address and had the basket seller deliver the wicker baskets to their home.
"Marrying into such a family, you really are lucky." The basket seller, a man in his thirties, looked at the cart full of baskets and couldn't help but mutter to his wife, "If our daughter can earn even half of this when she gets married, I'd be satisfied."
"That's not for sure." His plump wife patted the little girl in her arms, "Our girl might just get lucky and receive a betrothal gift like this."
"Second sister-in-law, you really dare to dream. To receive such a betrothal gift, it has to be from a wealthy family. If our daughter finds such a good family, we'll surely share in the good fortune too."
"Of course!" the small vendor replied proudly, reminding his wife to keep an eye on the shop, then drove his tricycle to the address given by the buyer.
