"There's a welcome banquet for educated youth tonight, do you want to go?" Ye Zhaoyu asked, lying on the kang (heated brick bed).
Oh, this warm kang (heated brick bed) is so cozy! Maybe I should just hibernate and not go out.
"Go ahead, it's our first meeting, so make sure you look presentable." Ling Yunjue handed the shortened military overcoat to Ye Zhaoyu.
"Your skills are impressive, even better than mine." Ye Zhaoyu put on the well-fitting military overcoat, which no longer dragged on the ground, but just reached her ankles. It fit her perfectly.
"You're welcome. I'm just doing my job. Let's go. I think everything is almost ready." Ling Yunjue took Ye Zhaoyu's shoes and placed them under her feet, urging her to hurry up.
"Okay, let's go quickly, or they'll probably start criticizing us again." Ye Zhaoyu quickly put on her shoes and followed Ling Yunjue out.
Ye Zhaoyu was quite interested in attending such a group dinner for the first time.
"Comrade Ye, come and help carry the food!" The old educated youth who was cooking saw Ye Zhaoyu coming over and immediately asked her for help.
"Okay, I'm coming right now." Ye Zhaoyu happily went into the kitchen to help.
“This is it.” The old educated youth pointed to a large bowl full of rice soup.
“Okay.” Ye Zhaoyu carried the food out of the kitchen steadily.
Zhang Meifeng, who was hiding to the side, hurriedly carried the washed vegetables into the kitchen after seeing Ye Zhaoyu come out.
The two were about to collide.
Ling Yunjue grabbed Zhang Meifeng by the back of her collar with one hand, snatched the clean vegetables from her arms with the other, and then threw her aside.
"How could you be so wicked? I've been watching you for ages, and you still want to bully the person I like? This soup is going to ruin your face if it gets spilled on you. You're absolutely wicked!" Ling Yunjue immediately started cursing Zhang Meifeng from a moral high ground.
“Brother Yun, I didn’t. I didn’t see Ye Zhaoyu come out,” Zhang Meifeng explained.
"Don't call me Brother Yun. I don't have a sister. If I hear it again, I'll slap you. Also, I'm not blind. I can see clearly. The well is over here, and you rushed out from over there. What, were you washing vegetables in the main room?" Ling Yunjue pointed in the direction Zhang Meifeng had rushed out.
Zhang Meifeng was speechless, blaming herself for being too focused and not noticing that Ling Yunjue was staring at her. A thought flashed through her mind, "Comrade Ling, do you like me? Is that why you saw me right away?"
"No, do you have some kind of delusions? You see every man and think he likes you, likes you to death." When Ling Yunjue heard Zhang Meifeng's words, only three words came to her mind: She's gone mad.
Ye Zhaoyu brought the rice soup to the main room, and as she came out, she heard Zhang Meifeng's shameless words.
"If you don't like me, how could you spot me at a glance? You're not afraid to admit it because Ye Zhaoyu is here." Zhang Meifeng felt even more disgusted when she saw Ye Zhaoyu come out.
With delicate features, fair skin, slender fingers, and thick, smooth, and frizz-free black hair, she is a beauty by all standards.
Looking at myself, I realized that long hours of work had caused my finger joints to become enlarged, my fingers to become rough, my hair to become frizzy, and my skin to become sallow. I was nowhere near as good as Ye Zhaoyu.
Aside from Ye Zhaoyu being a second-time bride, this is her first marriage, and the only way to crush her is through her first marriage.
If Ling Yunjue doesn't like her, she shouldn't choose a divorced woman like him.
"Brother Yun, let's go. Sister Meifeng is probably just jealous of me, jealous that I'm prettier than her, jealous that you only like me," Ye Zhaoyu said in a tea-tea-like tone, her voice both coquettish and slightly aggrieved.
"Hmm, you can speak more normally," Ling Yunjue whispered to Ye Zhaoyu.
"Isn't this disgusting to Zhang Meifeng?" Ye Zhaoyu refused to return to normal.
Ling Yunjue was a bit emotional; he was afraid he wouldn't be able to eat.
"Look at her, Ye Zhaoyu is a vixen, she's only good at seducing men!" Zhang Meifeng pointed at Ye Zhaoyu and questioned her loudly.
"Brother Yun, Sister Meifeng called me a vixen, what should I do? She didn't mean it, Brother Yun, how about we break up!" Ye Zhaoyu immediately said, sounding aggrieved and affected.
“No way. Even if you are a vixen, I will only love you, the vixen. Even if you are remarried, I will only love you, the young woman. No matter what, I will never love that shrew.” Ling Yunjue said, looking at Ye Zhaoyu with deep affection.
“If it were me, I would also prefer Ye Zhiqing to Zhang Zhiqing.” A male educated youth nodded in agreement, his words slipping out his true feelings.
All the male educated youth nodded in agreement.
Zhang Meifeng noticed that all the male educated youths were looking at Ye Zhaoyu and agreed with what Ling Yunjue had said.
"If you don't apologize, I won't eat." After uttering these harsh words, Zhang Meifeng returned to the female educated youth dormitory.
"Won't she think the whole world is her mother and that she has to be pampered?" Ye Zhaoyu nudged Ling Yunjue and asked in a low voice.
"Maybe she's got princess syndrome instead of princess life. Let's go inside, it's cold outside." Ling Yunjue saw that Ye Zhaoyu's nose was red from the cold and immediately pulled her into the main room to sit down.
Ling Yunjue did whatever she could to help. Ye Zhaoyu was beautiful, and those female educated youths were obviously jealous. In just half a day, they had formed a partnership with Zhang Meifeng to bully Ye Zhaoyu.
Ye Zhaoyu sat obediently in the main room, watching Ling Yunjue busy himself with various tasks.
When she was called for the sixth time, Ye Zhaoyu did not ask Ling Yunjue to help again. There was a hint of anger in her eyes as she looked at the female educated youth who came to ask for help. "Why is it that all the girls in the educated youth compound are doing the work while the boys sit and wait for food? The two of us have worked six times in total. You should take turns doing three times each before asking us to do it again."
The others wanted to argue back, but didn't know how to start. In half a day, they realized Ye Zhaoyu's ability to argue and make accusations.
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