บท 125: Chapter 125: Yang Ming, Can You Sing?

The next day, the entire household started a major cleanup and began preparing for the Spring Festival, and Xiaoxiao was incredibly busy but having a blast.

That evening, as Xiaoxiao lay on the traditional Chinese heated brick bed, she asked, "Yang Ming, can you sing?"

"No!"

"What if I teach you?"

"..." What was his wife up to now? He genuinely had never sung before, but the songs his wife sang, they really were charming.

"You can't be serious. Hey, let me ask you, do you think the fourth brother's personality is wooden?"

Yang Ming thought for a moment and nodded. It was typical of the people in his family—reserved, somewhat stiff, awkward, and shy.

"But on the first day that the fourth brother and I sold candied hawthorn together, he sang and even pitched the candied hawthorn to people well. Don't you think he's become much more outgoing now?"