Chapter 41 You've done a great job

Song Zhan finished the steamed bun in a few bites, then frowned and said, "It's not tasty."

Hao Yan didn't believe it. "It wasn't good? Then how come you finished it?"

"I don't want to waste food." Song Zhan's reason left Hao Yan speechless.

She sat down to eat with a dejected look on her face, looking like she was about to cry.

Although Hao Mei couldn't bear to see her sister's worthless behavior of trying to get close to people, she still felt sorry for her.

But no matter what, Hao Mei is still her sister.

Feeling embarrassed by Song Zhan's words, she chimed in, "Commander Song, you certainly have peculiar tastes."

She couldn't get used to her younger sister's delicious cooking, but she liked the dishes that Shen Wanjun made, which were so bad that no one could swallow them.

"I'm a picky eater. I only like my wife's plain porridge with pickled vegetables. That's the real delicacy."

Song Zhan spoke with a serious expression, his eyes shining.

If Shen Wanjun hadn't known her own limitations, she might have believed it.

Sometimes she wondered if Song Zhan liked to suffer without experiencing hardship.

Or do you like to eat "bitter rice" (a dish made to commemorate past hardships)?

"Hmph." Hao Yan snorted coldly, "Brother Song Zhan, when will you let me try Comrade Shen's cooking? I wonder if I'll have that honor."

Song Zhan glanced at her, his voice distant: "Don't call me brother, you're not my sister."

Forehead……

Shen Wanjun felt embarrassed for Hao Yan; Song Zhan showed her absolutely no mercy.

Hao Yan ate her meal in silence, tears streaming down her face.

Hao Mei felt very uncomfortable, and Liang Yi felt that his sister-in-law was acting inexplicably.

After finishing her meal, Hao Yan said, "Sister, I... have time this afternoon about the person you introduced me to last time."

Hao Mei was overjoyed. "Okay, okay, I'll go arrange it right away."

My sister has finally come to her senses, which is good.

With so many men in the world, why hang yourself on Song Zhan's crooked tree?

Song Zhan doesn't like her sister, and she doesn't like him either.

Liang Yi put down his chopsticks and said, "Let's decide on that soon, stop being so picky."

When looking for a partner, you can't just look at other people's conditions; you also have to look at yourself.

Is it appropriate for a country girl to have such lofty ambitions?

After dinner, Hao Mei and Liang Yi went about their own business, while Hao Yan went to Dang Xianghong's house to tidy up for her blind date that afternoon.

Shen Wanjun tidied up the yard, waiting for spring to arrive so she could plant vegetables.

It's too cold now; it's not the season to plant vegetables.

Speaking of growing vegetables, she suddenly remembered the space she had almost forgotten.

I slipped inside and was stunned.

Good heavens! The vegetable seeds I casually scattered last time have now grown into a lush, green patch.

The two piglets and three rabbits I bought at the market have grown quite a bit.

Two of the four lambs are already milkable.

In a flurry of activity, Shen Wanjun found a kettle and, with great courage, grabbed the goat's nipple.

With a gentle squeeze, white milk oozes out.

This is a really good product; it's perfect for Song Zhan to drink.

Shen Wanjun transformed into a milkmaid and quickly squeezed out half a pot of goat milk.

She picked some greens and two tomatoes, then returned to the kitchen.

He boiled the goat milk, added a lot of spiritual spring water, and handed it to Song Zhan: "Drink it."

Song Zhan took it and gulped it down. "What is this? It's sweet, and it tastes a bit fishy."

"This is... a secret recipe that's good for your legs."

"It's quite delicious, do you have any more?"

"Drink tonight...we'll drink tonight."

Song Zhan didn't ask anything more, and Shen Wanjun breathed a sigh of relief.

That evening, Hao Yan showed off her skills again, but unfortunately, Song Zhan still didn't react much.

Hao Mei asked, "How did your blind date go today?"

Hao Yan pouted: "That guy is so stupid, he can't say a single nice thing. He said he was going out for a walk, and he really just meant to walk."

She's such a blockhead; if she were to live with someone like that, she might as well be dead.

Liang Yi said, "We shouldn't accept men who are too proactive."

Too shrewd, the sister-in-law is always being manipulated.

"Maybe it's because you're not familiar with each other yet. You'll get used to it after you meet a few more times," Hao Mei comforted her sister.

Hao Yan looked at Song Zhan, who was eating in silence, and felt inexplicably angry. "Sister, brother-in-law, I'm going back to sleep now."

After finishing his meal, Song Zhan put away the note he had written and said to Shen Wanjun, "Let's go to sleep too."

“Okay.” Shen Wanjun took a sip of the spiritual spring water, squatted down, picked up Song Zhan and placed him on the bedside.

The door wasn't closed, and Hao Mei and Liang Yi stood there, stunned.

Comrade Shen, you have great strength.

Previously, she always carried Song Zhan to bed like this?

Song Zhan met their gazes and said smugly, "See how strong my wife is?"

Shen Wanjun turned around and saw Hao Mei and Liang Yi's surprised expressions. She nervously tried to explain.

Before she could even speak, Hao Mei rushed over from the living room, grabbed her hand, and said, "Comrade Shen, you've really had a tough time."

A delicate girl was forced by life to become a strongwoman.

It must have been really tough for her to take care of Song Zhan all by herself.

"Um...it's actually not bad."

Shen Wanjun wasn't just showing off; Song Zhan rarely caused her trouble and always protected her.

The two are currently very compatible in all aspects.

"Comrade Shen, don't be stubborn. I understand you, you're a woman too. You're all doing this for the family."

Hao Mei was deeply moved; she knew that Hao Yan could never do that.

She takes care of her paralyzed husband without any temper, and the two are a harmonious couple.

Shen Wanjun nodded helplessly, "Yes, it's what I should do for this family."

"Comrade Shen, you are simply a role model for women in our new era."

Hao Mei became more and more excited as she spoke, and she had already come up with a script in her mind, which she planned to have broadcast on the radio station another day.

Shen Wanjun is such a good comrade, she deserves to be praised.

Before going to sleep, Song Zhan took out the love letter he had written that day and proudly handed it to Shen Wanjun.

"Honey, take a look, are you satisfied?"

Now he can easily say the word "wife" without having to think it over or hesitate for a long time like before.

Shen Wanjun opened the note and commented earnestly: "Your handwriting has become much neater; you've made great progress."

"But the content is too bland and not cheesy enough."

"Isn't this cheesy enough?" Song Zhan exclaimed.

During the day, he wrote like a thief, afraid of being discovered.

"Not enough," Shen Wanjun said with a smile.

She suspected that his brain was all red, with no yellow.

Song Zhan sighed, "Then I'll think about it some more."

Shen Wanjun encouraged him: "Don't be discouraged, you've already done a great job."

Asking a blockhead to write a mushy love letter is really asking too much of him.

Shen Wanjun taught him to read and write love letters, and also let him experience what it's like to be in love.

"Go to sleep." After turning off the light, she skillfully snuggled into Song Zhan's arms.

In the darkness, Song Zhan said, "That Hao Yan who cooks terribly, she probably won't be coming tomorrow, right? I want to eat your cooking."

Shen Wanjun chuckled: "Isn't it good that someone cooks for you? Besides, their cooking isn't bad."

"I think it tastes awful," Song Zhan said, unconvinced.

Hao Yan didn't come the next day.

Another uninvited guest arrived: Bai Lu.

Shen Wanjun asked, "Comrade Bai Lu, are you here to ask Song Zhan to go to the literacy class again?"

Bai Lu smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, no."

"So... what's up?"