Seeing that Song Yaoyao was about to reveal his secret, Zhou Shuyao panicked and hurriedly covered her mouth.

When it rains, it pours.

Just as Zhou Shuyao was sweating profusely with anxiety, the person he cared about most appeared at the door at the crucial moment.

"What are you doing? If you want to fight, go fight somewhere else. This isn't a training ground."

Ling Huanwu immediately dismissed the guests upon entering the room.

Song Yaoyao broke free from Zhou Shuyao's hand, who was pale with fright, and walked up to Ling Huanwu with her head held high and a condescending look on her face. She said, "I heard that your cooperative can't complete the order. Here's what we'll do: if you kneel down and beg me today, I'll help you take on this order and get you through this difficult time!"

Zhou Shuyao had just breathed a sigh of relief, but she hadn't revealed the secret.

The next second, when she heard her demand that Ling Huanwu kneel down, she was so angry that her hair stood on end, but fearing that the other woman would expose her secret, she still held back.

Ling Huanwu glanced at Zhou Shuyao, whose expression was strange, and finally her gaze fell on Song Yaoyao, who had an arrogant look on her face. She scoffed softly, pointed to her forehead, and reminded her: "You should take care of your own orders. Someone like you should be a sales clerk. After all, you can even make my own parents sound like your parents. I still believe in your smooth talk!"

"Words are all it takes!"

Upon hearing these four words, the aunties all burst into laughter, for reasons unknown.

Ling Huanwu was confused as to why they were laughing, but Song Yaoyao's face turned bright red with embarrassment. She glared at the aunties who were still laughing and said, "I'm not just good with words, I'm even better at addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division!"

It would have been better if she hadn't said anything.

He laughed even harder when they mentioned it, "Yes, yes, addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, hahaha..."

It took Ling Huanwu a long while to understand what they were saying, and she was completely stunned.

Zhou Shuyao stared blankly at Ling Huanwu's flushed face, his whole body going limp.

Song Yaoyao realized she had misspoke, and in a fit of anger, she stomped her foot, covered her face, and ran away with her followers.

Seeing that the people had run far away, Ling Huanwu coughed lightly, and everyone quieted down to talk about serious matters.

"Huanwu, what's the deal with Song Yaoyao? Did you not get the parts?"

"That woman must be hooking up with that guy surnamed Zhao to trip us up."

"Huanwu, I think your father-in-law, Commander Zhao, thinks highly of you. Why don't you ask him for help? We've already planned that once we complete this batch of orders, our cooperative can expand, which will give us more labor and we won't have to move away from the island!"

The women chatted amongst themselves, their faces filled with worry about having to move away from the island.

Ling Huanwu looked around at the aunts surrounding her with a serious expression, her eyes filled with tears.

Seeing her like this, the aunties assumed she hadn't received the goods and all hung their heads dejectedly.

Ling Huanwu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, then smiled through her tears, "Who said I didn't get the parts?"

As she spoke, she took out a large pile of packaged needles and belts from her backpack. "The supply and marketing cooperatives and machine factories won't sell to us, but there are actually many cooperatives like ours that have them. I went to several cooperatives and collected enough to complete this order!"

Looking at the neatly arranged needles and belts on the table, the women straightened their backs and rallied again.

“We knew nothing in this world could defeat Huanwu. That Song Yaoyao is all talk and no action, haha…”

Everyone laughed and joked, and the cooperative was once again filled with the rhythmic clatter of sewing machines.

Ling Huanwu rubbed her stomach, poured herself a glass of water, and was about to drink when Zhou Shuyao brought over the bag of seaweed cakes. "Huanwu, I made a batch of seaweed cakes yesterday and distributed them to everyone. I made them according to our mother's method. Try them and see if they taste the same as our mother's."

The bulging, golden-yellow flatbread is sprinkled with sesame seeds.

Before even tasting it, I could smell the fresh aroma of seaweed.

Looking at the small flatbread, Ling Huanwu felt as if her mother-in-law was holding the flatbread and lovingly handing it to her.

Ling Huanwu's eyes welled up with tears, and she took the biscuit and took a small bite.

With just that one small bite, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

Seeing her heartbroken and in tears, Zhou Shuyao was at a loss and wanted to help her wipe away her tears.

He mustered his courage, and just as his hand was about to touch Ling Huanwu's face, a violent cough came from behind him, startling him so much that his outstretched hand spun 180 degrees in mid-air before he awkwardly withdrew it.

"Huanwu, I've brought you lunch!"

A deep, magnetic voice rang out in the cooperative's warehouse.

The aunties all turned around to look.

Zhou Jiuzhen stood there alone, carrying a small thermos, his gaze sharp as a knife as he looked at Zhou Shuyao, finally settling on Zhou Shuyao's hand that was about to do something out of line.

What brings you here?

Ling Huanwu was munching on a light pancake, surprised that he would come at this time.

These days, they and the village chief walk around the village together, persuading the villagers to move away. She noticed that his calves were sore from walking that he couldn't even finish the tasks assigned by his superiors.

Zhou Jiuzhen snatched the biscuit that Zhou Shuyao had just given her and ladled out a bowl of seaweed noodles from the thermos.

"Several families said that their wives are in charge of the household, and that their wives work at the cooperative. They said they wanted to ask their wives' opinions, so I applied to come to the cooperative and made a bowl of rice noodles at home while I was there."

"I learned how to make this rice noodle from my mother. You should eat it while it's hot; don't eat anything that's been sitting out overnight!"

Zhou Jiuzhen, munching on a leftover biscuit that Ling Huanwu had already taken a bite of, glanced at Zhou Shuyao meaningfully.

Ling Huanwu had no idea what he was thinking. Smelling the aroma, she quickly sat down, took a bite, and exclaimed, "Mmm, it's delicious! It really tastes exactly like Mother's cooking!"

Zhou Shuyao gritted his teeth, cursing Zhou Jiuzhen in his heart, "That's his own mother, and he's still showing off like this."

But he urged his older brother to get down to business, saying, "Brother, didn't you want to ask the aunties if they wanted to move? Hurry up, I'm not moving, I'm staying here!"

Zhou Jiuzhen glared at him speechlessly and reminded him, "You're not a resident of the village, you're my family member. If I leave, do you think you'll stay here?"

After saying that, he ignored Zhou Shuyao's unpleasant expression and sat down next to Ling Huanwu, quietly watching her eat her noodles.

The aunties around, seeing this peaceful scene, all wore smiles.

Zhou Shuyao turned his face away, clenched his hands at his sides, and felt a desolate emptiness in his heart.

If he was rich and powerful in his previous life, he still lost Ling Huanwu simply because of his infidelity.

In this life, what makes him comparable to Ling Huanwu?

Inside the cooperative, Ling Huanwu was enjoying her meal at a small table when she heard a series of footsteps approaching from the doorway.

Zhao Tingguo stormed into the cooperative, accompanied by a tearful Chu Mei!