"I don't." As soon as Zhao Jin'er finished speaking, her stomach grumbled twice in protest.,I wouldn't dare to touch that plate of bright red celebratory eggs. At my uncle's house, eggs are precious; only my cousin Zhuzi is allowed to eat them.,When Zhao Jin'er was washing clothes by the stream one day, she overheard some young village wives talking about marriage. Now that she was about to face it herself, her neck flushed red with embarrassment.。