Chapter 50 Standing Up for My Sister-in-Law
Shen Wanjun approached the window and politely asked, "Comrade, could I have a bowl of noodle soup?"
The fat man smiled and said as soon as he saw Shen Wanjun, "Okay, it'll be ready soon."
The noodle soup was quickly prepared, filling a large bowl. The fat man asked, "Is this enough? If not, there's plenty more in the pot."
He was all smiles and had a very good attitude, a stark contrast to his arrogant demeanor just moments before.
Shen Wanjun asked with amusement, "There's so much noodle soup, why didn't you give that little girl a bowl?"
Shen Wanjun pointed to Song Juan next to her.
The fat man said, "You mean her? She's just a beggar."
"She's not, she's my sister." Shen Wanjun was a little angry. No wonder Song Juan cried; she had been mistaken for a beggar.
Song Juan is sensitive and fragile; she doesn't know how to fight back, she can only cry.
The fat man was stunned for a moment. The woman in front of him was beautiful and gentle, and he could tell that she was rich.
Could that thing next to her be her sister?
Yeah, right!
"Comrade, you must be joking."
“I’m not kidding, this is my sister-in-law.” Shen Wanjun said, “Since you still have a lot of noodle soup, then give my sister two big bowls.”
The fat man reluctantly brought over two bowls and slammed them down in front of Song Juan.
The bowl was small but contained a lot of soup, and when he shook it, quite a bit spilled out.
Shen Wanjun said, "Noodle soup is also food. Isn't it wrong for you to waste it like this?"
He turned to another man and said, "Please call your kitchen supervisor over. I want to file a complaint."
The word "complaint" is quite novel to people of this era.
Soon, a lean man came over. After asking what had happened, he said, "Comrade, you got the noodle soup too, didn't you?"
This means telling Shen Wanjun to stop making trouble.
Shen Wanjun wouldn't listen: "That comrade of yours called my sister-in-law a beggar, and his attitude was terrible."
"Restaurants are for serving the people. We pay money to eat, not to be mistreated."
"Tell him to apologize to my sister-in-law immediately."
The fat man wanted to say something, but a glare from the skinny man made him immediately lower his head.
"What's wrong?" Song Zhan asked, wheeling his wheelchair over.
Seeing that Song Zhan had a straight back and an extraordinary demeanor, the lean man concluded that he was no ordinary person.
He immediately kicked the fat man: "Hurry up and apologize to the young lady."
The fat man rubbed his buttocks and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry."
Shen Wanjun nodded in satisfaction and said to Song Juan, "Don't you like noodle soup? How about two more bowls?"
Song Juan: "No, I..."
"Free."
"Give me three bowls."
Song Juan's eyes sparkled as she finished three bowls of noodle soup, her stomach feeling full.
She had never experienced this feeling of fullness before.
"Sister-in-law, thank you just now," Song Juan said, blushing.
"No need to thank me, we're all family. If you want to thank someone, thank your brother."
"Thank you both." Song Juan rubbed her stomach, her eyes crinkling with a smile.
Song Zhan pricked up his ears, waiting for a long time, but Song Juan didn't say thank you again.
What's going on? Shouldn't we be thanking him?
Song Juan: Thanking my sister-in-law is the same as thanking you.
After finishing her noodles, Shen Wanjun wiped her mouth and said, "I also want to drink the noodle soup."
"I'll go get it." Song Juan ran off with the empty bowl in her hand.
Seeing the fat man grit his teeth and serve her soup, and then add a smile at the end, she felt inexplicably relieved.
Song Juan served two bowls of soup to Shen Wanjun and Song Zhan, and all three of them drank until their stomachs were full.
But before she finished the soup, Shen Wanjun said, "We can't waste this."
She took out a water bottle, filled it with water, and handed it to Song Zhan: "Take this home and drink it."
"Okay." Song Zhan readily agreed.
Song Juan was somewhat shocked. Her brother was never kind to others, including herself, but he was gentle and obedient to his sister-in-law.
This is... outrageous.
On the way home, Shen Wanjun offered to help Song Juan carry her things, but Song Juan refused, saying, "Sister-in-law, I can do it myself. You're pregnant, so don't do these heavy things."
Shen Wanjun: "Carrying a bag isn't that heavy work, is it?"
"My bag is very heavy."
What were you hiding?
"You'll find out soon enough, sister-in-law."
Back home, Shen Wanjun tidied up the second bedroom: "Juan'er, you can sleep in this room tonight."
"There are toothbrushes, toothpaste, towels, washbasins, pajamas, and other things in the room, all new. Feel free to use them."
Song Juan entered the room and touched the bed; it was very soft and comfortable.
The room had a faint fragrance, which pleased Song Juan.
She finally has her own room and doesn't have to squeeze onto a large kang (heated brick bed) with so many other people.
"Thank you, sister-in-law," Song Juan said sweetly.
Song Juan opened the worn-out bag and poured out a lot of potatoes and sweet potatoes.
"Brother, these are from our family's private plot. Mom and Dad asked me to bring them to you so you can try them."
Song Zhan nodded slightly.
Shen Wanjun took out two large basins: "Great, let's clean them up and steam them tomorrow."
"Sister-in-law, I'll cook tomorrow, you get some rest."
Shen Wanjun couldn't stop smiling; they were getting along so well.
No need to cook anymore, I'm free.
Song Juan had a good night's sleep and got up early the next morning to get busy.
After eating a hot and delicious meal, Shen Wanjun's appetite improved a lot.
Song Zhan was surprised to find that his wife didn't eat little, but rather she ate little of the food she cooked herself.
Thinking about it carefully, her behavior at Zhong Chuchu's wedding banquet and when she ate out yesterday was not like her usual behavior at home, where she only ate a few bites.
"Juan'er, your cooking skills are excellent," Shen Wanjun praised repeatedly.
Song Zhan took a few bites and thought it was just so-so. He said, "Wife, I still think your cooking is better."
Song Juan blushed. How could her brother call his sister-in-law "wife"? Wasn't he ashamed?
Song Zhan isn't ashamed at all now; he shouts like that outside, let alone at home.
Shen Wanjun sighed helplessly, "Then I'll cook a few dishes for you separately next time."
"Okay, my wife is still the best to me."
Song Juan was speechless; her younger sister was just a figurehead.
The sweet potatoes and potatoes that I carried all the way from home were given to the dog.
His brother got married and forgot about his sister.
Humph, Song Juan angrily ate two large bowls of rice.
In the afternoon, Dang Xianghong came to Shen Wanjun again to chat about gossip.
He greeted Song Juan with a smile.
"Commissar Hao's sister has started causing trouble again recently."
Shen Wanjun brought over a plate of melon seeds, grabbed a handful and gave them to her, asking, "What's wrong? Tell me quickly."
It turned out that Hao Yan didn't like the teacher from Xiahe Village that Political Commissar Hao had introduced.
She insisted that Hao Mei introduce her to a soldier, and even demanded that he be at least a battalion commander, and no less capable than Song Zhan.
Shen Wanjun: "Then... are there any such candidates?"
Dang Xianghong said mysteriously, "There really is one, but he's an old widower with three children, the eldest of whom is even older than Hao Yan."
"She agreed?"
"Of course she disagrees. Recently, she's been threatening suicide and going on hunger strikes at home."
"Someone took the opportunity to report that Political Commissar Hao was abusing his own sister. You can imagine how much trouble this caused."
Dang Xianghong leaned closer and whispered, "I have something to tell you, but don't tell anyone else."
Without waiting for Shen Wanjun's reply, he said directly, "Political Commissar Hao has been called in for a talk."
"Is it because of her sister?" Shen Wanjun asked.
“No,” Dang Xianghong lowered her voice, “it’s because of Special W.”
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