After saying this, Cuihong went about her business, ignoring their awkward explanations and humble attitudes as they stood at the door.
If she sees someone looking this way, she'll turn her face and explain to them, though she can't hear what she's saying, but it's definitely not anything nice.
Seeing that several military wives were walking towards her, Cuihong reluctantly put down the hoe in her hand and shouted at them.
“Niu Feng and I are newly married and don’t have children yet. I have no experience teaching pregnant women how to cook. If I do a good job, that’s fine, but what if I accidentally violate some taboo and cause something to happen to the baby in your womb? Who will take responsibility for that? I can’t bear that responsibility.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the military wives around them started saying something to each other, and the cousin had no choice but to awkwardly agree.
Finally, when they realized they couldn't control her, and mainly because she didn't fall for their tricks, they refused to open the door. What kind of situation was it for everyone to stand outside the door and talk?
Unable to find an opportunity to get closer to the other person, he could only leave disappointed.
As soon as they left, Cuihong noticed the military wives looking at her, so she pretended not to understand and opened the door.
"I'm so sorry, I don't know them. They came in and immediately said they wanted to cook for me. I don't know anything about this. Pregnant women are so precious. I was afraid I would misunderstand them and cause my husband a lot of trouble."
She succinctly pointed out the key point and her helplessness. The military wives even tried to comfort her, and after a few half-guessing replies, she left.
Not long after, Niu Feng returned. Seeing her working, he casually took off his coat and, wearing only his vest, took the hoe from her.
"What's wrong? You seem a little unhappy?"
Fortunately, every house here is about 100 meters apart. She pulled Niu Feng under the eaves and told him about the unusual behavior of the two sisters that day.
Surprisingly, the straight man didn't take it seriously at all.
"Hey, I thought it was something serious. Maybe they really came to ask you for cooking tips. You don't know, your cooking skills became famous in our regiment after the dinner party that day. Didn't several military wives come over afterwards?"
I've met Wang Yang's wife. She's newly pregnant and seems to be experiencing severe morning sickness lately. She specifically invited her older sister from her hometown over so that she could have some hometown food.
They've been married for six years, and it wasn't easy for them to have this child. If you can help, please do so.
Tang Cuihong looked at Niu Feng speechlessly, thinking to herself, how could this person be even more naive than her?
"Her sister had ulterior motives. She would take her to places that were difficult to navigate, claiming she was visiting to seek advice. She had no manners at all. I am also from the countryside. How come I am not so ignorant of manners?"
Before the pregnancy becomes unstable, shouldn't you try to stay home as much as possible?
Unlike these two, who spend the morning running through the woods and the afternoon visiting people's homes, never a moment's rest!
Niu Feng realized that his wife didn't like them, so he stopped saying anything.
"Then let's minimize contact. What should we eat tonight?"
Cuihong gave him a deep look. "I don't know what kind of person Wang Yang is, but his wife's cousin is definitely up to no good. Aren't you all from reconnaissance backgrounds? Why don't you have him keep an eye on his wife and that outsider in the family? Maybe someone is hoping they won't be able to have this child!"
Niu Feng's brow twitched. "Wife, do you know something?"
"I've soaked some sorghum rice; we'll have sorghum porridge tonight. You water the fields and weed, and I'll go knead the dough."
After saying that, he paused and added, "Just give him a little reminder, nothing else. Let him observe for himself."
Now, Niu Feng really thought there was a problem, after all, Cuihong was never one to meddle, and even disliked talking.
The fact that she said all this means she has really observed something, but she can't tell him directly.
Sigh, that's just how women are. They always like to beat around the bush and make people guess. Why not just say it directly? All this guessing is such a hassle!
Tang Cuihong snorted. Her sister had said that men are all single-minded. If you tell him directly, he won't believe you. But if you speak ambiguously, he will try to figure out what you mean.
If a man doesn't even know whether his wife wants their child, then he has seriously neglected his duties.
Whether in the military camp or at home, everyone is used to eating before dark, so that there is no need to light kerosene lamps after dark.
At that time, candles were still a luxury item, and the coal briquettes in the briquette lamps could only be bought with ration coupons. Flashlight batteries were also high-value consumer goods, requiring money and ration coupons to purchase. No one would use them unless absolutely necessary.
So Cuihong started cooking the porridge early. Although it was called porridge, the sorghum porridge was not sticky at all; the water was water and the rice was rice.
She actually dislikes eating these things, but she has to eat them no matter how much she dislikes them, given the current situation.
Being able to drink a bowl of millet porridge in the morning is already very good.
I mixed buckwheat flour with a little wheat flour to make a small bowl of dough. I added tofu, snail meat, and broken vermicelli to chopped wild vegetables and mixed them together to make the filling for the pie.
After heating the iron wok, she added soybean oil and started frying. Cuihong worked quickly and soon fried about ten pieces.
"Okay, get ready to wash your hands and eat."
There was a broken wooden table left by the previous owner in the yard. Niu Feng repaired it and it was still usable. He also nailed on two small stools, which were just right for sitting down to eat.
Just as the couple finished setting out the pies, pickled vegetables, and rice porridge, a rapid bugle call sounded from inside the camp.
Niu Feng's expression changed, and he grabbed the clothes next to him and tried to run away.
"There might be an urgent mission. If I don't come back, just lock the door and go to sleep. Don't worry, I'll be back in a few days."
"But you can't skip meals. You're setting off now, how can you possibly have time to eat?"
Cuihong quickly went back into the house to get the steamer cloth and packed all the freshly baked pancakes for Niu Feng: "Eat these with your comrades on the road!"
Niu Feng was touched by this small gesture. As he took the pie, he pulled Cui Hong into his arms and gave her a big hug.
"Wait for me to come back!" With those four words, Niu Feng strode down the slope like a gust of wind and ran towards the camp.
Watching him leave, Cuihong sighed heavily.
"Is this what soldiers are like? Will my little sister have to go through this too? Can she endure this kind of life?"
She hadn't forgotten what her older sister had said: "Military doctors are soldiers too." If everyone had the experience of serving in the military, wouldn't she have to go through the same thing?
At this very moment, the 'little freshman' whom Tang Cuihong was thinking about had his head of beautiful, black, and shiny hair cut off on his first day of school registration.
Transform into a clean and neat short haircut, and carry essential items such as military uniform, military blanket, and military shoes.
The dormitory is a four-person room, on the same floor as Yuanyuan, but not in the same dormitory.
The dormitory is not small, with a bunk bed on each side against the wall in the middle, and four desks in front of the window.
The dormitory is equipped with four sets of wardrobes with upper and lower partitions, four sets of bookshelves, four sets of storage boxes, two sets of washbasin racks, and shoe storage space under the beds.
The dormitory gave her the impression of being clean and tidy, with a clear sense of military-style management.
It was clear that someone had cleaned their dorm room before they arrived.
The room was spotless, with sky-blue curtains, dark blue sheets, and army-green blankets and pillows. The granite floor was spotless, and the red wooden doors and windows still smelled faintly of paint…
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