Song Yan immediately understood; Wang Cuixiang was just stirring up trouble! "Is that so? Sister He, you were the one who tended that little vegetable garden in my yard, weren't you?"

Sister-in-law Song: "You guessed right!"

"That little vegetable garden isn't a single weed; it's no wonder no one's been tending to it. Thank you so much! I'll have vegetables to eat as soon as I move in!" Song Yan was already eating vegetables that someone had grown; how could he possibly complain that they hadn't given him enough?

Everyone except Wang Cuixiang was quite happy that Song Yan wasn't being unreasonable. Song Yan wouldn't be staying long; he wasn't part of their group. It would be awful to hear people say after he left that their group was bullying newcomers, not even giving them a vegetable garden. If they were going to give it to them, why should Sister He, who had been cultivating the land for so long, just give it to her for free?

Everyone hates Wang Cuixiang for being such a troublemaker!

Sister He's eldest son, He Dajun, is really reliable. When Song Yan came back, he ran into the girl's child coming back from the cafeteria with food.

Song Yan praised the child a few times, and He Dajun felt embarrassed.

Song Yan: "You've worked hard taking care of your Uncle Wei. Come to my house for dinner tonight!"

Song Yan caught a pheasant; we'll definitely be having pheasant dinner tonight!

These days, meat is scarce, and several women must envy Song Yan, but apart from Wang Cuixiang, none of them had any intention of taking advantage of her.

“Save the good food for your wounded soldier! My son isn’t going! Son, take the food and then come home,” said Sister He.

Wang Cuixiang rushed over and snatched the stack of lunchboxes from He Dajun's hands. The lunchboxes were meant to be carried stacked, and could easily fall. Seeing her carelessly grabbing them, He Dajun was afraid they would fall, so he didn't dare pull hard. "Sister-in-law, I'll take them back for you!"

Song Yan was already unhappy that Wang Cuixiang was grabbing the lunchbox like that. They had just come down from the mountains after digging through the dirt, their hands covered in mud. Song Yan found it really offensive that she was carrying the lunchbox like that!

The men from these families all came back from getting food from the canteen. Knowing that the women weren't home today, Commander He and Deputy Commander Xing were behind them.

Song Yan stopped and wouldn't move. The women could tell he was angry. Since he wouldn't leave, they didn't leave either. Then the man behind them walked over.

"Why aren't they moving anymore?" Commander He wondered.

Song Yan glanced at Deputy Regiment Commander Xing, then turned to look at Wang Cuixiang.

Deputy Regiment Commander Xing wasn't completely stupid; he immediately noticed Song Yan's dissatisfaction with his wife. He had seen the four lunchboxes in her hands.

"What's wrong?" Deputy Regiment Commander Xing asked his wife.

Wang Cuixiang sensed that Song Yan was unhappy, but she didn't know where the unhappiness came from. "I, I just helped Xiao Wei's wife get her lunchbox."

Song Yan didn't speak, but fiddled with his fingers. Nobody's a fool, and Sister-in-law He is a clean person. Even though there's a lunchbox between them, if there's no other way, you can just take it with dirty hands. But wouldn't it be better for Dajun to take it with clean hands? Your hands, Wang Cuixiang, are covered in mud; it's utterly disgusting.

When He Dajun went to get food, the men saw him. Now the lunchbox is in Wang Cuixiang's hands. Can't you see that?

After Wang Cuixiang finished speaking, no one said anything.

Sister-in-law He didn't want to make things awkward. "Dajun, go and get the lunchbox from your aunt's hand."

Wang Cuixiang still didn't want to give it up and wouldn't let go. This was really unsightly!

"Wang Cuixiang, go home!" Deputy Regiment Commander Xing's face turned red. This woman had no sense of propriety.

"What's wrong with me?" Wang Cuixiang reluctantly let go.

Song Yan didn't say a word, and walked away, leaving a group of people behind.