Yun Qiao didn't agree immediately: "I'll ask Wen Jing later."
"It's her duty." Zeng Qi smiled and said, "Tell her not to feel any psychological burden and just think of it as a place for fun. Even if we don't have a romantic partner, making friends is not bad."
"OK."
They chatted for a few more seconds, and Zeng Qi said, "I won't disturb you newlyweds anymore. I'm leaving." Then she turned and left.
He Tingjun stuffed the remaining bun from Yun Qiao into his mouth, cleared the dishes and started washing them.
Yun Qiao wasn't just sitting there waiting to be served. She took the tablecloth and wiped it clean. As she did so, she spoke to He Tingjun, "I never thought your army would have such an event as a social gathering."
He Tingjun nodded and said, "Yes, we hold it two or three times a year. Otherwise, with so many single men and few women, how would they find a partner?"
"What about you?" Yun Qiao asked curiously, "Have you ever participated in this kind of social gathering before?"
He Tingjun looked at her, a smile flashed in his dark eyes: "Are you jealous?"
"No, I'm just curious." Yun Qiao denied it.
He Tingjun said: "No, I haven't participated."
"Why not join? What a great way to meet lesbians."
"In the past, I only thought about building a career first and never thought about starting a family," He Tingjun said frankly.
Later, I met Yun Qiao and decided to join him, so there was no need for me to attend any social gatherings anymore.
Yun Qiao understood his subtext and a blush appeared on her face.
She put down the rag and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash the red dress she had taken off yesterday.
Last night on our wedding night, after taking a shower, I was so focused on having sex with He Tingjun that I forgot to wash my skirt which was left in the bathroom.
The temperature in early autumn has not dropped yet, and clothes will smell if they are not washed for a day.
As a result, as soon as Yun Qiao came out of the main room, she saw a long skirt hanging on the clothesline in the yard. It was the red skirt she wore at her wedding yesterday. There was also a wooden rack next to it holding her underwear, which was swaying in the wind.
He Tingjun came out to pour the dishwater and saw Yun Qiao staring at her underwear in a daze, with the tips of her ears slightly red.
He poured the dishwater down the drain and hurried back to the house carrying the basin.
Yun Qiao stopped him: "Well, Tingjun, if you don't want me to wash my clothes, I can do it myself."
Especially underwear, it's quite embarrassing.
Yun Qiao felt embarrassed when she thought of He Tingjun squatting on the bathroom floor with an expressionless face, washing her underwear.
He Tingjun said calmly: "No, it's just a rub. It won't last more than a few minutes."
"Are you busy right now? Why don't you think about what kind of trees you can plant in the yard?" He Tingjun changed the subject: "The yard is small. Although I can't grow many vegetables, I can plant a fruit tree. It can also provide some shade in the summer."
"What kind of trees can be planted here? It's too cold in winter. Don't bother planting them here, only to have them freeze to death after winter." Yun Qiao likes to eat persimmons and wants to plant a persimmon tree at home, but she is worried that it's too cold in winter and the persimmon tree won't survive the winter.
"Apple? Hawthorn? Mango? Apricot? These should all be fine. I've seen other people planting them in the residential area, and they all survived." He Tingjun didn't know much about fruit trees, so he could only refer to what others had planted to see if they survived.
"Then let's plant an apple tree and a hawthorn tree." Yun Qiao pointed to the windows on both sides of the main hall and said, "Plant one outside each window."
"Okay." He Tingjun nodded: "I'll move two over and plant them later."
Yun Qiao pointed to a circle around the corner and said, "We can tidy up both sides of the wall and plant some green onions and cilantro. It's still over a month before the Frost Descent. If we sow some greens, we can harvest a crop before the weather gets cold."
He Tingjun hummed, "I'll find a hoe to loosen the soil later."
The main feature is that he speaks less but is reliable and always responds.
It was almost noon when Yuanyuan came over and asked them to go to Qin Zheng's house for dinner.
She was full of childishness, jumping up and down as she walked: "Brother-in-law, my mother asked you to go to the guesthouse and call Brother Tingyu as well."
"Okay, I'll go right away." He Tingjun was overjoyed when Yuanyuan called him brother-in-law. He put down his hoe, washed his hands, and said to Yunqiao, "The sun is scorching right now. The guesthouse is outside the family compound, so you two shouldn't come with me. Yunqiao, take Yuanyuan there first. I'll go to the guesthouse and call for help myself."
Yun Qiao nodded: "Okay."
He Tingjun reminded: "Don't go empty-handed, bring the basket of mangoes my parents brought yesterday."
Transportation is not convenient at the moment, and mangoes are still very rare in the north. Yun Qiao is so old, but he has only eaten them a few times.
Yun Qiao responded and left home hand in hand with Yuanyuan.
He Tingjun changed out of his work clothes, put on his green military uniform, and then went out to the guesthouse to call He Tingyu.
He Tingyu is three years younger than He Tingjun, and is a twin brother of He Ying. He looks like his mother, with delicate features. He appears very gentle and is obviously an intellectual.
As soon as he entered the house, Feng Juan brought out washed grapes and diced mangoes and asked him to sit down: "Tingjun, Tingyu, you guys sit down first and have some fruit. The meal will be ready soon."
He Tingyu sat down on the sofa stiffly, "Okay Aunt Feng, you're so polite."
"Mom, let me help you." He Tingjun took the initiative to go to the kitchen to help.
"No, no, Aunt Feng and I are here. We are just two dishes away and they will be ready soon." Feng Juan waved her hand to refuse and pushed the person out of the kitchen.
He Tingjun had no choice but to return to the living room.
In the living room, Qin Lin was chatting with He Tingyu.
"I heard from your brother that you are studying at Peking University now? What's your major?"
He Tingjun rubbed his hands nervously: "Uncle, I studied computer science."
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