Sang Feiyu's eyes sparkled like stars, showing no discomfort at being in an unfamiliar place. "Grandma bought it, isn't it beautiful?"
"nice."
"Come and eat!"
"Uh-huh."
As Ning Zhiyuan opened the lunchbox, he said, "The chef was busy, so I made this myself."
"Stir-fried clams and sweet and sour shredded potatoes, you'll have to make do with this."
The aroma of food wafted over, and Sang Feiyu affirmed, "I won't compromise on anything."
"This looks so delicious."
Ning Zhiyuan's expression relaxed a bit. "It's fine as long as you're not picky."
Sang Feiyu had already picked up her chopsticks and taken a bite of a clam. After a while, she said, "It has a wonderful wok hei (wok aroma)!"
She wasn't too sure about Fujian province, but in their city of Guangzhou, having a strong wok hei (wok aroma) was the highest compliment for a delicious dish.
Ning Zhiyuan was overjoyed, experiencing the warmth of human connection for the first time while eating in the army.
After they finished lunch, Ning Zhiyuan took his things to the dormitory. "We haven't gotten our marriage certificate yet, and living together won't be good for you."
Sang Feiyu didn't mind the rumors, but she also had to consider their impact on Ning Zhiyuan, so she didn't say anything.
"I'll bring you some more food tonight."
"Be careful when you're home alone."
"Uh-huh."
Just as Sang Feiyu was about to take a nap, Ning Zhiyuan returned.
"I came back to see if there's anything we need at home, so I can apply for it."
He thought that since he had taken all his belongings to the dormitory, others should know that they were not living together for the time being.
"Curtains, curtains, plates..."
Sang Feiyu rattled off the names of more than a dozen items in one breath.
Ning Zhiyuan thought for a moment, "I'll go find some newspapers to paste on the windows first, and then I'll try to get some fabric to make curtains and door curtains later."
“I remember my grandma sent me some fabric, so don’t spend money to buy it,” Sang Feiyu said, seizing the opportunity.
"OK."
Ning Zhiyuan acted immediately. He went out and came back with a stack of old newspapers, followed by a middle-aged woman with short, ear-length hair.
"This must be Comrade Sang, right?"
Ning Zhiyuan quickly introduced, "This is the political commissar's wife, Sister Wu."
"Hello, sister-in-law," Sang Feiyu greeted obediently.
Wu Xiufen smiled brightly, "Oh my, your voice is so beautiful."
"He's good-looking and has a sweet tongue. Battalion Commander Ning, you're so lucky."
Ning Zhiyuan was a little embarrassed and said, "Sister-in-law, please sit down."
"No need to sit down. I came here today to see if there's anything I can help you with."
Sang Feiyu tentatively asked, "Was it your sister-in-law who helped us clean up before?"
"Yes, it was just a casual thing," Wu Xiufen said with a carefree laugh.
Sang Feiyu gestured for her to sit down, then went into the room and grabbed a handful of wedding candies. "Sister-in-law, have a candy to sweeten your mouth."
"Then I wish you a happy marriage, a long and happy life together, and many children!"
Blessings poured out of Wu Xiufen's mouth as if they were free, and the other two people in the room smiled so broadly their eyes crinkled.
Shen Yunyun was not so happy at this moment. She had traveled a long way back, but the kitchen was cold and empty, and the canteen was not open. She could only cook noodles for herself!
After she had filled her stomach, her cousin and his wife returned from outside.
Cousin Ye Chen was a little surprised, "When did you get back?"
Remembering the important matter at hand, Shen Yunyun quickly inquired, "Brother, do you know that Brother Zhiyuan has a fiancée?"
Ye Chen was surprised, "When did this happen?"
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