“By the way, this time I went back, I also saw Old Six’s fiancée. She came with him to Guancheng to meet the family for the first time. That Miss Ouyang is quite a match for my third sister-in-law.”
Du Yumeng glanced at him, then focused back on the road ahead.
“What, is the sixth young master’s fiancée also a woman disguised as a man?”
Du Yumeng knew about Third Young Mistress Qiao Han’s situation.
Hearing Zhan Yiyang’s comment, she assumed the future sixth young mistress of the Zhan family was also a woman disguised as a man, silently wondering why Grandma Zhan kept picking granddaughters-in-law who dressed as men.
“No, that’s not it. I meant Miss Ouyang’s personality is quite similar to my third sister-in-law’s. Both are serious types, probably because they bear the burden of their family businesses.”
The difference was that Qiao Han chose her path, preferring business and dressing as a man since childhood. Despite being siblings, people mistook them for brothers.
In Jiangcheng, people still called her Young Master Qiao.
She didn’t correct them, having been called that for twenty or thirty years, and was used to it.
If she hadn’t fallen for Zhan Haoyu and married him, Qiao Han might have truly seen herself as a man.
Now married, softened by love, Qiao Han had a hint of femininity.
In Zhan Yiyang’s view, that hint of femininity would be completely overshadowed by his Yumeng’s charm.
His Yumeng was the best.
A girl could take on the family business without needing to dress as a man.
His third sister-in-law probably found it convenient to act like a man.
That was her private matter, and as her younger brother-in-law, he didn’t comment much.
Du Yumeng: “…There are plenty of serious people out there.”
“You see her as serious, but in front of the sixth young master, she might be gentle as water.”
Zhan Yiyang said, “Maybe she’s gentle sometimes, but most of the time, it’s probably our Old Six indulging her. He really dotes on her. She’s incredibly picky about food. These past few days, Old Six has been cooking for her every day.”
“I heard that if the food doesn’t suit her taste, she’d rather go hungry than settle. Plenty of people are picky, but few are as extreme as her.”
“Luckily, our Old Six has loved cooking since he was young, honing his skills for over twenty years. He’s practically a top chef, able to make dishes she likes. Otherwise, they’d be starving often in the future.”
Because of her pickiness, Ouyang Ya sometimes went hungry when she couldn’t find palatable food, leading to stomach issues and frequent pain before meeting Zhan Yuan.
After Zhan Yuan took over her meals, adjusting her diet while she continued treatment, her stomach condition improved significantly.
She rarely had pain anymore.
The stomach needs nurturing, after all.
Having a fiancé skilled at cooking and making soups, if Ouyang Ya still had stomach pain, it would be a slap to Zhan Yuan’s face.
Du Yumeng, after a pause, said, “Miss Ouyang probably grew up eating the finest foods, which made her so picky.”
Though they were born with silver spoons, Du Yumeng was taken as a disciple by her master at a young age. Training was tough, and her diet couldn’t compare to her sisters who stayed home as pampered young ladies.
Du Yumeng wasn’t picky and could manage her daily life, making her the most down-to-earth among her siblings.
Even her sisters weren’t picky, thanks to their family’s upbringing.
As children, their meals were planned by nutritionists. Good or not, if it was on the table, they had to eat it.
