In her previous life, Lin Wanning was used to such oppression. She quickly put down the rag in her hand.
She walked up to her eldest sister-in-law, led her to a chair, and sat her down. Then she comforted her, "It's okay. This is not your fault. It's the prejudice of these people and the person who spread our identities behind our backs."
At this moment, when Lin Wanning thought of the person who gossiped behind their backs, the only one she could think of was Song Shuyao. They were so far away here.
Moreover, before Zhou Huaian came, he didn't contact anyone here. Only Song Shuyao's father received a telegram.
Song Shuyao knew their detailed information best.
"Don't worry. Our current status is not good, but it doesn't mean it will be like this forever. I'm confident that I can change the views of these military wives towards us."
She just didn't believe that she couldn't handle these people properly.
Zhou Huaian thought Lin Wanning would be sad and upset, but unexpectedly, she didn't show any reaction at this moment, as if she didn't take these things to heart at all.
Now, in his eyes, Lin Wanning was not just a little more cute. It seemed that there was a stubborn and tenacious vitality deep in her soul.
"Yes, whether we are good or not doesn't need to be defined by the outside world. As long as we think we are good, that's enough." Zhou Huaian carried the luggage to the room one by one.
Only after he had finished tidying up everything.
The three of them were just thinking about whether to go to the canteen for dinner or go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy vegetables.
Just then, a young man in military uniform, carrying a lot of things in his hands, ran into the yard.
Lin Wanning saw that the young man was out of breath and his forehead was covered with sweat.
Before Lin Wanning could say anything, the young man with a strong Northeast accent asked, "Is this Zhou Huaian's home?"
Lin Wanning opened her big eyes and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, it is."
"Oh, I'm Zhao Yongyuan's younger brother, Zhao Yongsheng. My elder brother said that his leader was coming and asked me to take care of you a bit. Then he asked my mother to prepare some local specialties from home."
"My elder brother said that you are new here and haven't eaten the local specialties in Northeast China, so he asked me to bring you a lot."
Zhou Huaian was standing at the door, just having a rest and drinking water from a teacup. He saw a young man with a crew cut and a strong build carrying a lot of things into the house.
The young man didn't even say hello to him.
Lin Wanning couldn't help but almost burst out laughing. This young man was so honest.
Zhao Yongyuan, who had always been working with Zhou Huaian, was quite observant and a bit shrewd.
Why was his younger brother so honest?
She really couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to help. Then she pointed at Zhou Huaian, leaned close to Zhao Yongsheng, and whispered, "This is Zhou Huaian. Go and say hello to him, big brother."
After being reminded by Lin Wanning, Zhao Yongsheng suddenly woke up. His honest face turned red all the way to the back of his ears.
He scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, and his eyes were timid and didn't dare to look at Zhou Huaian directly. "Um... um... um..."
He stammered for a long time, but couldn't even squeeze out a proper greeting. Zhou Huaian pursed his lips, put down the newspaper in his hand, and said coldly, "Don't be so formal. And thank your elder brother for me."
When Zhao Yongsheng saw that the regimental commander Zhou greeted him actively, his face immediately turned as red as a ripe tomato.
He looked away embarrassedly and nodded nervously.
Seeing this, Lin Wanning frowned involuntarily. She walked up to Zhou Huaian and pushed his shoulder with her hand.
"Smile. You're making the young man nervous."
Zhou Huaian...
It was still a bit difficult to see Zhou Huaian smile politely. He was well-known for his strictness in the previous troops.
Now asking him to smile at an unfamiliar young man? It was really a bit absurd for him.
Fortunately, because of Lin Wanning's words, Zhao Yongsheng was not as nervous as before. And he didn't try to curry favor with Zhou Huaian to get on better terms with him.
Instead, he directly carried the food he brought in front of Lin Wanning. "There's an old hen, and some chestnuts that my mother picked when she went up the mountain. Later you can cook chestnut stewed chicken. And there's also some pickled Chinese cabbage. You can make pickled Chinese cabbage dumplings."
Lin Wanning looked at the big bag full of things. "You're really too kind. Thank you."
"What's the big deal? They're all things grown on the mountain, raised at home, and planted in the field. But you outsiders may not know how to make pickled Chinese cabbage dumplings, right?"
Before Lin Wanning could answer, Zhao Yongsheng rolled up his sleeves directly. "I'll help you make them. I used to be in the cooking class. I'm best at making dumplings."
Lin Wanning went to the room to get the newly received flour, put it in a basin and was about to knead the dough. Since there was such abundant food, they would have a lively meal together tonight.
In a few days, she would go to her parents' place. By then, Zhou Huaian would be all alone. And that picky guy. He couldn't cook by himself and didn't like eating in the canteen or in restaurants. He just liked home-cooked meals.
"Why don't you come and learn? When I go to my parents' place, you can cook by yourself sometimes."
Zhou Huaian raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Wanning meaningfully. "There are still some things to deal with in the headquarters. I'll go there first. You guys get busy first."
Lin Wanning...
Was he just running away?
Zhao Yongsheng quickly helped to explain for Zhou Huaian. "He just arrived. There must be a lot of things to deal with in the headquarters. And he's such a big leader. He needs to take time to get familiar with the situation at first."
Lin Wanning found that although Zhao Yongsheng was a bit honest and simple, not very shrewd, he could see things quite comprehensively.
She thought that if Zhou Huaian had an assistant who was very familiar with the local area and didn't have so many schemes here, would it be smoother for him to carry out his work?
But these ideas definitely had to seek Zhou Huaian's opinion.
Zhao Yongsheng quickly kneaded a big basin of dough into a ball. Fang Qin, the eldest sister-in-law, helped to wash and cut the pickled Chinese cabbage.
When she was busy squeezing out the water, the sour smell of the pickled Chinese cabbage rushed straight into her nose.
Since she got pregnant, she had always been very fond of sour things. Now looking at the pickled Chinese cabbage in her hand, she really couldn't help but put a little bit into her mouth to taste.
A fascinating sour taste from the fermentation rushed straight to the top of her head. Her pair of dark eyes immediately brightened up.
"This taste is really good."
"Hehe, delicious, right? I tell you, my mother has the best pickled Chinese cabbage making skills in the neighborhood. Many people come to our home to learn from her from time to time."
"Do you know what her secret is?"
When Zhao Yongsheng said this, he held his head high, looking proud and showing off.