While she was preparing, her sisters-in-law stood up and cleared the living room. They all squeezed into a corner to make room for her to perform.

An expert can tell whether something is good or not with just one look.

Gong Linglong casually swung the long cloth in her hand. As soon as the action came out, Wang Yumiao's eyes lit up. When her feet moved lightly and her waist twisted flexibly, her mouth was already wide with surprise.

There was no musical accompaniment, he just danced casually in a circle, swinging the long cloth in his hand a few times, and everyone was already mesmerized.

Gong Linglong smiled and stopped, then asked them, "Are you okay?"

"OK."

Everyone nodded in unison.

"Sister Linglong, your dancing skills are very high." Wang Yumiao's voice was obviously two decibels higher than usual.

Gong Linglong smiled faintly: "I haven't learned from a teacher. I watched others dance and then I practiced by jumping around at home. My movements are not professional."

"You have a light body and a good look. If you practice your moves more, you'll become a professional."

As a professional, Wang Yumiao had just grasped her strengths and advantages, and excitedly pulled her aside to discuss, "Sister Linglong, let's do a duet, the water sleeve dance."

"sure."

Gong Linglong had no objection, but simply said: "If we dance a duet, how should we arrange the other program?"

Wang Yumiao thought for a moment and looked at her seriously, "Sister Linglong, can you sing?"

"Not really."

Gong Linglong can sing many popular songs, but she can't sing the current popular songs.

"Yumiao, why don't you sing another song?" Yu Ximei suggested.

Wang Yumiao thought for a moment and expressed her concerns, "Sister-in-law, everyone from the art troupe will be performing in next month's art performance. Singing is their strong suit, so I won't have an advantage. Besides, there's a good chance my performance will overlap with theirs."

"What should we do then?"

Everyone was unable to help with this matter and looked at each other in confusion.

Gong Linglong thought for about ten seconds and asked, "Is it okay to give a speech?"

"Of course I can give a speech."

Wang Yumiao smiled and nodded, then added, "Linglong, I'm not good at giving speeches. If you choose this, you're the only one who can do it. Also, it's best if you don't have a manuscript for the speech and just speak it off the cuff. That way you can get a high score."

"I can give speeches impromptu, and that's my strong point." Gong Linglong patted his chest and boasted.

After the two of them discussed it, Jiang Yaping clapped her hands and made the final decision: "The three programs are set. Gong Linglong and Wang Yumiao will perform a duet of classical water sleeves, Gong Linglong will give a solo speech, and the other military wives and children will do a group poetry recitation. We'll start preparing tomorrow."

After that, he turned to Gong Linglong and said, "Linglong, you decide on the poem we will recite tonight. We need to memorize it quickly."

"Okay, I'll decide on it tonight and give each sister-in-law a copy so you can start reciting it tomorrow."

They had already planned the program, and the art troupe members were still working in the fields with sweat and tears. After three days of intense physical work, everyone was exhausted.

On the first day of work, they still had the energy to quarrel, but now they don’t even have the strength to say a word.

They had worked overtime until very late on the previous two days, and they were all very tired today. They were busy until dark and still had half an acre of land to finish. Unfortunately, the weather was not good and it started raining after dark, and they were all soaked.

When the leader announced that we would have a day off tomorrow, many delicate female comrades, including Meng Xiaoying, burst into tears.

One person started crying first, and the crying became louder and louder, even louder than the sound of rain. When they passed by the family compound, the crying became noticeably louder.

The military wives who had finished their meals long ago all stood at the door to watch the fun. They didn't laugh, but some of the children were unkind and followed them to laugh, which made Meng Xiaoying and the others very angry.

Gong Linglong just opened the door and took a look, then turned back to the house to copy poems. She had just selected the modern poem "I am proud, I am Chinese" for the military wives and was copying it for them in a hurry.

Lu Jingchuan didn't come back for dinner tonight, and he even sent a message back in advance. So she simply fried a bowl of fish and started working after eating.

I copied twenty copies in a row and my wrists were sore.

Just as I put down my pen, the door opened and Lu Jingchuan came back. "Linglong, are you still awake?"

"Not yet."

Gong Linglong put away her paper and pen and came out of the study. Seeing that he was holding an umbrella and didn't get wet, she asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I ate two buns."

Lu Jingchuan went to the city to do some work in the afternoon, so he just had a simple dinner.

The two buns had already been digested. Gong Linglong ran to pour him some hot tea and said, "There's some leftover rice in the pot. I'll make you some egg fried rice."

"Linglong, it's late. Stop working. I'll just eat an orange to fill my stomach." Lu Jingchuan didn't want her to be tired.

"Oranges won't fill you up, but making fried rice is quick."

There were eggs and chopped chili peppers in the cupboard. Gong Linglong took some sauerkraut from a small jar and chopped it into pieces. She also got some cabbage stalks, threw a large spoonful of lard into the iron pan, and threw the eggs, sauerkraut and rice into the pan. A bowl of fragrant egg fried rice was soon ready.

Seeing that she had cooked a large bowl, Lu Jingchuan went to the kitchen to get a small bowl, "Linglong, you should have some too."

"Brother Jing, I just ate some canned food. I'm not hungry. You eat."

Gong Linglong handed him the chopsticks and pushed him to eat: "Eat quickly, it won't taste as good when it's cold."

This bowl of egg fried rice tasted so good that Lu Jingchuan's eyes sparkled as he ate it. He slurred his words, "Linglong, this egg fried rice is so delicious! I've never had egg fried rice this delicious before."

"Hehe, you must be hungry." Gong Linglong said with a smile.

"I'm not hungry, it's just delicious."

Lu Jingchuan stood up with the bowl in his hand and walked over to feed her, "Linglong, try a bite and see how it tastes."

Gong Linglong opened her mouth and took a bite, then nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad."

“It’s not just okay, it’s really delicious.”

Lu Jingchuan took a big mouthful of rice and saw her pouring water. He said, "Linglong, wash your face and soak your feet first. I'll come after I finish eating."

The rain is quite heavy tonight. The raindrops hit the roof with crackling sounds, occasionally accompanied by lightning and thunder, as if playing a song unique to spring.

The weather outside is heralding the arrival of spring, and the hot movement and strong smell in the house also prove that the breeding season has arrived.

Another beautiful night.

When I woke up again, the rain outside had not stopped yet and was still dripping.

The troops train regardless of weather conditions. Except for extremely bad weather, they have to exercise on time every day. Now they are all training in the spring rain, sweating.

Gong Linglong quickly made dough, planning to cook noodles with soybean paste in the morning. She also prepared a pot of brown sugar and ginger soup on the small stove next to her.

When the men came back from training, they were all soaked. The wives of each family had already prepared hot water, so they took a shower and changed into dry clothes as soon as they got home.

When Lu Jingchuan came out of the shower, the noodles with soybean paste were ready and the brown sugar ginger water was on the table.

Life with a wife is truly like a fairy tale.