Tong Sanlang was also carrying a bundle of items into the courtyard. Hearing Qiao Xiaomai's words, he broke into a grin, "That's right, Mother. Don't worry, step boldly inside. Xiaomai and I will handle anything that comes our way."
At his reassurance, a somewhat embarrassed smile appeared on Zhuang Lühe's face. She pressed her lips together and stepped in through the gate.
"Dami, tell Mother what all these things in the courtyard are," Qiao Xiaomai called out to Qiao Dami, who had already run into the house.
Qiao Dami responded loudly to her call and came back out immediately.
He held up a set of clothes similar to what Zhuang Lühe was wearing, "Mother, look, we can now afford to wear these fine clothes!"
Zhuang Lühe gazed at the clothing in his hands, then reached out and ruffled his hair, "Then put it on quickly so I can see how you look."
Qiao Dami chimed out a loud acknowledgment. He began stripping off his clothes right there in the courtyard.