Chapter 43 A Rough Man's Sweet Talk Has a Unique Flavor
As the curtain rose, a group of children dressed as white swans filed in, their white ballet shoes adorned with lace lightly touching the ground, like the first ripples on a lake, elegant and graceful.
The children tiptoed, their fluffy tulle skirts blooming like swans spreading their wings, pure and beautiful.
The music suddenly turned melancholic, and the children quietly dispersed into a circle.
Bai Lu appeared in a tight black dress, her neck slightly tilted back and her fingertips gently outstretched.
Her slender neck curved into the shape of a swan's drooping head, and the black feather headdress in her hair spun and leaped like ink dripping into clear water, creating ripples.
In a fleeting moment when she turned around, Shen Wanjun could even clearly see the faint blue veins below her collarbone, as well as the confidence and determination in her eyes.
As the last note faded away, Bai Lu maintained her posture of gazing at the moon with her head held high, letting beads of sweat roll down her swan-like neck.
Having grown accustomed to performances that were heavily covered up, the audience was stunned by Bai Lu's unique dance.
So much so that when the music stopped, they didn't even realize it was time to applaud.
A few seconds later, the audience's applause finally arrived.
Surrounded by the children, Bai Lu took her bow, her eyes unconsciously glancing towards Song Zhan's position.
To her surprise, Song Zhan did not clap, but instead lowered his head and said something to Shen Wanjun.
Bai Lu was somewhat disappointed and left with her signature fake smile.
Shen Wanjun pushed Song Zhan to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some meat, preparing to have a meat feast today.
When she got home, she boiled a pot of water, cut the meat into large chunks, and put it in to cook.
Halfway through cooking, I remembered I'd forgotten to add ginger, so I borrowed a piece from my neighbor, Dang Xianghong, and threw it into the pot.
A moment later, the cooked meat was served, white and without any color.
Shen Wanjun brought over a bowl of sauce, saying, "This was given to me by Sister Hong. She said it tastes good even when dipped in shoe soles."
Song Zhan chuckled, "Then let's just eat the shoe soles."
Shen Wanjun: "You wild boar, there's fine bran to eat, why don't you hurry up and grab it?"
Song Zhan picked up a piece of meat, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in his mouth to savor it.
"Delicious, even shoe soles taste good."
Shen Wanjun took a bite and her eyes lit up. She could hardly believe that she had made such a delicious dish.
"I'll go cook two more eggplants and potatoes."
The sauce shouldn't be wasted; eating only meat is too greasy, so a combination of meat and vegetables is the perfect solution.
Eggplant and potatoes coated in sauce are as delicious as ever.
Shen Wanjun couldn't help but ask, "What do you think Sister Renhong put in this sauce? It's so delicious!"
Song Zhan: "The main thing is that you cook well. You make all the meat and vegetables. The sauce is just an accompaniment."
Shen Wanjun laughed heartily, "Honey, you're getting better and better at praising people."
It's so rare that a piece of wood can bloom.
"It's not that I'm good at praising people, I'm just stating the facts," Song Zhan said sincerely.
After dinner, Song Zhan busied himself writing love letters, while Shen Wanjun quietly knitted a sweater on the side.
Song Zhan suddenly spoke up: "Didn't you think there was anything wrong with today's performance?"
“Performance? No problem.” Shen Wanjun said without looking up.
"I was referring to Bai Lu's performance."
Shen Wanjun looked up. Bai Lu's performance could be said to have opened the door to a new world for people today.
It could even be called a spiritual opium.
"What's the problem?" But to Shen Wanjun, it was not worth mentioning at all.
In China, she's seen all kinds of performances, though she mostly watched them on her phone.
"Ugly, vulgar, explicit, inappropriate, and unfit for high society."
Shen Wanjun remained silent. If Bai Lu knew that her carefully prepared program had been criticized like this by Song Zhan, she would probably want to die.
“I think it’s great, you just don’t know how to appreciate it,” Shen Wanjun said, while observing Song Zhan’s reaction.
“You have bad taste,” Song Zhan said. Shen Wanjun rolled her eyes. “You’re the only one with good taste.”
Song Zhan put his arm around her waist. "That's right, otherwise how would I have found such a wonderful wife like you?"
Shen Wanjun let out a soft "Eh," finding it quite delightful to hear a rough man speak sweet words.
It's like a rose blooming in the desert—beautiful and rare.
Shen Wanjun took great care of it, afraid that it might suddenly die.
"My husband is pretty good too."
"Come on, tell me specifically what's so great about your husband," Song Zhan asked, burying his head in her chest.
Shen Wanjun said with great familiarity, "My husband is a battalion commander, a formidable and tough man."
Of all the soldiers, very few have climbed their way up to this position.
"My husband helps with housework, which puts him ahead of 99.9% of men in the country."
When the man does the housework, the couple's love is as sweet as honey.
"He would also write me love letters."
Expressing love is a skill that men often lack, and Shen Wanjun is seriously teaching Song Zhan about it.
“He will protect me and stand up for me.”
Some men are only tough at home, but cowardly when they go out.
"They'll praise my cooking, haha."
Emotional value is extremely rare and precious for women.
"And..." Shen Wanjun whispered in Song Zhan's ear, "My husband is really good at kissing."
Song Zhan was charmed by her words and couldn't stop grinning.
Only five words remained in my mind: "His kissing skills are amazing!"
"It's your turn. Tell me what makes me so great?" Shen Wanjun nudged him.
Stop laughing, you idiot, it's your turn to speak.
"My wife is beautiful, the best in the whole compound, and her looks surpass 100% of women in the country."
Song Zhan's opening remarks were a bombshell, and Shen Wanjun quickly covered his mouth, saying, "Don't say that, it will make others uncomfortable. Every woman is beautiful and lovely."
Song Zhan immediately changed his mind: "Then 99.9999%."
Shen Wanjun gave him a satisfied look, implying that he would change.
"My wife can cook, and her cooking is better than 99.9999% of women in the country."
"Only you can get used to it," Shen Wanjun said, though she truly dared not admit it.
"My wife is gentle and considerate, which puts her to the best of 99.9999% of women in the country."
Shen Wanjun was about to retort when Song Zhan interrupted her, saying, "Don't say anything, just listen to me."
Wow, that's the domineering CEO vibe, I like it.
"My wife truly loves me, which puts her to shame in front of 99.9999% of women across the country."
These days, many marriages are arranged by matchmakers or through arranged marriages. If two people like each other and feel compatible, they can get married.
As for feelings, they don't seem to be that important.
"And..." Song Zhan tilted his head up and whispered in Shen Wanjun's ear, "My wife has a sweet tongue."
He was so moved by her sweetness that he wanted to stick to her lips all the time.
Shen Wanjun laughed so hard she couldn't straighten up, and gave a thumbs up, saying, "You know how to compliment people."
I love listening to it.
Song Zhan gazed tenderly at her graceful figure: "Wife, you can dance, right?"
"I know a little." Shen Wanjun raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you want to see?"
Song Zhan nodded, then, as if remembering something, said, "Your dancing is definitely better than Bai Lu's."
Shen Wanjun leaned closer and asked, "Do you want to see a proper dance, or an indecent one?"
Song Zhan's eyes widened: "You can do indecent dances? Cough cough, I mean, are there indecent dances?"
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