Seeing this, Wen Nuan quickly said, "There are some things that you shouldn't be curious about."
“My husband said that we had already concealed Comrade Sang’s contributions to the military region’s mission last time, and we couldn’t let her suffer again this time, so we exposed her translation skills.”
"From now on, when you go out, you should introduce Xiaoyu as the data clerk. As for her translation work, you must keep it a secret."
Warm words gave everyone the illusion that Sang Feiyu might be a translation talent secretly cultivated by the state.
Sang Feiyu was struggling with how to gloss over the matter, but after hearing Wen Nuan's words, she hurriedly said, "Thank you all."
Wu Xiufen was the first to respond: "Xiaoyu, don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped."
"We won't tell anyone about this."
“We military families are all aware of this kind of confidentiality. We can say whatever we want in the family compound, but things inside the military region won’t be spread around easily,” an old woman said with a smile.
Others quickly chimed in, "That's right!"
Sang Feiyu gave Wen Nuan a grateful look, and Wen Nuan nodded almost imperceptibly in response to her gratitude.
Wen Nuan glanced at her watch; it was already 5 p.m., so she said to everyone, "Everyone, go back and cook. Comrade Sang also needs to prepare to cook."
After chatting about the time, everyone realized it was already past 5 PM and hurried home to cook.
After everyone had gone home, Wen Nuan took out the gift she had prepared. "Xiao Yu, this is a clip that I bought on my business trip to Beijing. I'm giving it to you to congratulate you on your meritorious service."
The clip has a red star on it, which stands out brightly in this dreary-colored house.
Sang Feiyu smiled and took it, clipping it to her hair. "Sister Nuan, does it look good?"
"It looks good. My sister is beautiful, she looks good in anything." Wen Nuan smiled kindly, a completely different demeanor from when she was scolding others.
After giving out the gifts, Wen Nuan went home to cook dinner.
Sang Feiyu escorted her to the door and watched her walk away before returning to the house.
Sang Feiyu took off the clip from her head and stared at it for a while. It was quite a coincidence, she used to have a clip like that, but she didn't know how she lost it.
Just as Sang Feiyu finished putting the clip away, Ning Zhiyuan returned from outside.
"Honey, did the furniture factory move our furniture today?"
Ning Zhiyuan had no idea that by going out to be a model student, he would have missed the furniture-moving activity.
Because they ordered a lot of furniture, and the furniture factory said it would take two months, he didn't arrange a time for moving the furniture with the furniture factory in advance.
"Yes, thanks to Sister Wu's help today, I just stood by and watched," Sang Feiyu said softly.
"Then I must go and thank Sister Wu later."
Ning Zhiyuan then noticed a new enamel mug on the table, with the words "Third-Class Merit" printed on it.
"Wife, what's this?" Ning Zhiyuan asked, puzzled.
Comrade Sang raised her chin slightly, with a hint of arrogance, "I helped the organization translate documents and made a contribution. I heard from Sister Nuan that the commendation notice has been posted on the bulletin board. Didn't you see it on your way home?"
"I rushed home to see my wife as soon as I got back, I didn't have time to pay attention to the good news."
Sang Feiyu asked, "Then take a good look at me. What changes have I undergone?"
Ning Zhiyuan really looked at it carefully once, and said, "It's even more beautiful now."
Sang Feiyu chuckled, "What's going on? Your mouth tastes as sweet as if you've sucked on candy."
Ning Zhiyuan looked blissfully happy. "Wife, are you hungry?"
"I'll go cook for you!"
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