Huo Junshan listened to their conversation from under the meat rack, shaking his head with amusement.

The wife's words could only fool Lin Mengmeng, who had little life experience.

Yun Ningyan added, "Once they're smoked, I'll bring you two."

Lin Mengmeng nodded and whispered in Yun Ningyan's ear, "Ningning, I heard Yang Laidi confess to Liu Zhijun today, but Liu Zhijun didn't accept. He said he still likes you. I think Yang Laidi is acting a bit strange. Be careful."

Huo Junshan's smiling face instantly turned frosty and cold. He sneered inwardly: Liu Zhijun, you still dare to harbor such thoughts!

After the two finished speaking, they went inside, and Yun Ningyan made her a cup of sugar water with spiritual spring water.

As Lin Mengmeng drank, she admired the furnishings in the room—cabinets, tables, chairs, and benches—all of which looked quite unusual!

Yun Ningyan smiled and said, "If you're making cotton-padded clothes, come and use the sewing machine. I don't need it."

Lin Mengmeng asked with a grin, "Ningning, is Comrade Huo treating you well? Does he make you do laundry and cook? Does he seem like a completely different person?"

Yun Ningyan shook her head with amusement: "No, I've never cooked a single meal or washed any clothes. He does all the cooking. If he's not home, I eat at the front of the house."

"That's good. My mother told me that I shouldn't listen to men's sweet talk, because many men change after they get married."

Yun Ningyan teased her with a smile, "Well, aren't you and Zhang Qiang together every day? How's it going? Any progress?"

To everyone's surprise, Lin Mengmeng blushed deeply and ran away after hearing her question.