Gradually, gossip about Chen Shuning and Gu Xinyi began to increase. They were beautiful, came from well-off families, and were educated youth from the city, so many people began to have different feelings for them.

However, the small flame that had just started to ignite in the hearts of many people on Chen Shuning's side was extinguished by He Chaoyang's bucket of cold water.

Just kidding. His brother is in the army, and his friend is also in the army in Heilongjiang Province. According to Shen Chunxi, that person is not only capable, but also has a background in Beijing. People like that are not people that ordinary citizens can afford to mess with.

So later, they all set their sights on Gu Xinyi, and for a long time, whenever Gu Xinyi went out, she would be surrounded by a lot of young men, which annoyed her to no end.

Of course, that's a story for another time.

The people in the former educated youth compound are now drooling over the aromas coming from both sides.

Especially Wang Wenfang, who was eating cookies next door, sniffed hard and looked at the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes that Zhong Lingling brought out with a dissatisfied expression. She pouted and complained, "Sister Lingling, why don't you go next door and learn how to cook from Shuning when you have time?"

"We're both cooking, but look at what Shuning makes—it smells so good! And look at yours! You've burned the eggs, and why is there blood seeping from the meat? Lingling, your meat isn't cooked through."

Smelling the tempting aroma of food from next door, and looking at the burnt or undercooked food in front of her, Wang Wenfang couldn't bring herself to eat a single bite.

He angrily slammed his chopsticks on the table and lay back down on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed). What? Why didn't he go to the head of the kang?

Just kidding, it would be strange if anyone could lie down on a heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed) after cooking in this season.