After leaving the hospital, Huo Beian took Song Ning to the supply and marketing cooperative, where they bought two jin of pork and some milk powder with their meat coupons.
The butcher asked, "Commander Huo, what are you doing buying meat?"
"I'll go home and make dumplings for my wife."
Just then, a few women happened to pass by and, upon hearing this, praised him, saying, "Oh, Battalion Commander Huo is quite considerate."
"Oh my, Song Ning, you're really lucky to have such a great husband."
Huo Beian's handsome face showed a hint of pride, and the corners of his lips curled up, "I am truly impressed to have such a good wife."
Song Ning smiled faintly, looked up at him, and smiled.
"Can you make dumplings?"
Song Ning was somewhat surprised.
"Of course I will, I'll show you what I can do when we get home."
Sure enough, after returning home...
Song Ning sat down, picked up a glass, and drank some water.
Meanwhile, Huo Beian began to take off his military uniform, even his undershirt.
That muscular physique.
Song Ning was drinking water when she saw this scene and almost spat it out.
Song Ning's heart tightened, and her face flushed. "Why are you taking off your clothes?"
He looked up, his eyes smiling. "Of course, it's kneading the dough."
"You don't have to take them all off, do you?"
Song Ning was a little shy.
"It's too hot."
After saying that, he picked up the apron and put it on.
With his muscular physique and that apron, he had a rather ascetic air about him.
Song Ning blushed when she saw it, and exclaimed, "Wow!"
Is this definitely not him trying to seduce her?
Huo Beian then skillfully began kneading dough using an enamel basin.
After mixing the dough, I started kneading it again.
Song Ning sat to the side watching him, and she had to admit that Huo Beian looked every bit the husband when he cooked.
I never imagined that in this day and age, there would still be such a good cook, such a caring husband, and so handsome.
Wow, what a stroke of luck!
Huo Beian is good in every way, except that his family is too complicated, full of backstabbing and intrigue.
The thought of his meddlesome sister and mother gave her a headache.
She originally wanted to divorce Huo Beian, but the divorce didn't go through...
I don't know what the future holds...
Seeing that she seemed to be thinking about something, Huo Beian asked, "Wife, what are you thinking about?"
"Oh, I wasn't thinking about anything."
Song Ning quickly handed him a handkerchief and stepped forward to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"I'll go prepare the filling."
Huo Beian grabbed her hand, "Wife, no need, just sit and wait. I'll take care of it."
"Just waiting to eat isn't really a good idea."
"Who said you were just waiting to eat? You're wiping my sweat now."
"Hate."
Song Ning couldn't help but retort angrily.
"By the way, honey, why don't you sing me a song? That would make me more enthusiastic about making dumplings."
"Alright, since you made dumplings for me, I'll reluctantly sing you a nice song."
After saying that, Song Ning began to hum "Tian Mi Mi" (Sweet Honey).
"Sweet, sweet, your smile is so sweet...like flowers blooming in the spring breeze..."
Upon hearing such a tender and affectionate song, Huo Beian felt as if he had eaten honey.
"Honey, this song is so beautiful! I don't think I've ever heard it before. Did you write it yourself?"
"Of course not, it was in my dream that I heard a woman singing to me."
Song Ning knew that this song was by Teresa Teng from the 1990s. Songs from the 1970s were full of unity and strength, and there were no songs about love like this.
"It sounds really good, honey. You're so talented. I'll buy you a harmonica later. That way I can hear you sing every day at home."
"OK."
After kneading the dough and setting it aside, Huo Beian began chopping the meat filling.
With skillful knife work, the meat was quickly chopped into minced meat, and the filling was prepared...
Finally, after kneading the dough, I cut it into pieces, pressed out the wrappers, and did it all in one go.
Finally, we started making dumplings.
Huo Beian pressed the dough, and Song Ning wrapped the dumplings. Soon, the two of them had wrapped a whole 2 bamboo lids of dumplings.
"We've wrapped so many, we can't possibly eat them all. How about I take some to the neighbors?"
After all, there were no refrigerators back then. So much food would spoil if we couldn't eat it all.
Huo Beian shook his head. "My wife is so generous. But after what they said about you behind your back, wouldn't it be too easy for them to just give you the gift?"
"Hey, it's understandable that others don't know the situation. Besides, we live in the same residential compound and will inevitably see each other every day in the future, so it's better to get along well."
"My wife is right. She has such a broad perspective."
Huo Beian smiled and gently tapped the tip of her nose with his fingertip.
"You're such a chatterbox."
So, Huo Beian was in charge of boiling water and cooking dumplings.
Soon, after the dumplings were cooked, Song Ning carried two plates of pork dumplings out.
The older women from the surrounding residential compounds whispered among themselves when they saw her carrying two bowls of dumplings.
"See that? Battalion Commander Huo's wife is carrying what looks like dumplings. They smell so good. They seem to be pork filling."
"Yeah, it seems like Song Ning is a nice person. She even thinks of others when there's good food."
"I see they've taken away a whole plate of them. I wonder who they're going to send them to."
In those days, people rarely ate meat. They would only eat meat-filled dumplings once a year, usually during the Lunar New Year.
Seeing how well-equipped Battalion Commander Huo was, everyone was quite envious.
Seeing this, the children started making a fuss, "Grandma, I want to eat dumplings."
"Grandma, I want to eat too."
Hearing this, Song Ning was secretly delighted. She stepped forward and said to the group of women, "Aunties, these are meat-filled ones. Please have a taste. There aren't many, but please take a few each."
"this……"
The older women were a little embarrassed, after all, they had talked about Song Ning quite a bit before, saying bad things about her behind her back.
Song Ning's offer to serve them dumplings made them feel a bit embarrassed.
At this moment, the grandson of one of the older women was really craving dumplings, so he stepped forward and grabbed two dumplings in each hand.
He put it in his mouth and ate it.
"Grandma, it smells so good."
Seeing this, Song Ning smiled and gave him two more, saying, "Eat more."
Seeing this, the other children also swallowed hard, wanting to eat as well.
Song Ning smiled and gave each child four or five dumplings, which made the children's faces covered in oil.
"These dumplings are delicious! Aunt Song, could you make dumplings for us more often?"
The woman quickly patted the child's head, "Grandson, how can you beg for food like that?"
"It's okay, from now on, whenever I make dumplings, I'll bring them to you."
Seeing this, everyone felt embarrassed. "Song Ning, we're really sorry for what we said about you before."
"It's okay. It's all in the past. From now on, we'll just get along well."
At this moment, Jiang Feifei saw this scene from behind the stone wall at the entrance of the family compound and immediately punched the wall in anger.
This Song Ning has actually started to win people's hearts.
I reckon it won't be long before the whole compound likes her.
At that time, Huo Beian will probably fall for her too...
No, she had to do something…
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