"Here, have a taste. This is a Beijing specialty that I just received from Zhu Xiaomin's mother."

Wu Weiguo's eyes lit up.

"Ahem, thank you, sister-in-law."

Seeing his expression, Jiang Wenwan deliberately asked:

"You're about the same age as my husband, Lao Zhou. Are you married?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Weiguo immediately shook his head.

"No, no, I don't even have a boyfriend yet."

"Um, sister-in-law, do you think she'd even reply if I wrote to Zhu Zhiqing?"

Jiang Wenwan thought to herself: Well, so she really has her eye on Zhu Xiaomin.

However, considering he was wearing a military uniform with four pockets, it wasn't entirely unacceptable.

"How would I know?"

Comrade Wu, if you want to write a letter, then go ahead and write one. How will you know if they'll even respond if you don't write one?

Wu Weiguo was somewhat conflicted.

"But at that time, I heard that she had a fiancé, and judging from her tone, she seemed to like him quite a bit."

I don't want to ruin their relationship.

Tsk tsk tsk, what a gentleman.

However, in relationships, not taking the initiative to fight for something is tantamount to failure.

Someone has to take the first step!

If two people are lucky enough to take a step at the same time, it means they are mutually attracted.

If the other person stays put, and you're interested in them, wouldn't you take the initiative to take a step forward and try to get closer?

"Then, shall I try writing her a letter?"

"How about we forget about it, sister-in-law? Next time you write to her, just mention me and see how she reacts."

Jiang Wenwan gave him a forced smile and got up to look at the donkey meat in the pot.