Daily Life in the 70s-Chapter 147 Breakfast

Yang PeiMin finished getting dressed, ran her fingers through her hair as a makeshift comb, and then casually tied it back with a rubber band. While doing so, she asked him, "Who lives next door? Are they all comrades with military wives?"

Shen Yiguang had already gotten up, intending to change out of his sweat-soaked clothes as per her suggestion. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, yet his gaze remained fixed on her. Yang PeiMin had just woken up and looked particularly enchanting, her cheeks flushed and her eyes slightly bleary. Her casual way of tying up her hair and the stark contrast between her fair hands and her dark hair were dazzling. His wife’s skin seemed even fairer and more lustrous than it had a few months ago. The ease with which she fixed her hair was filled with a woman’s unique charm.

Even though he was multitasking, he still responded to his wife’s question, "Yes, all the rooms here were vacated by the fellow soldiers’ families to make space for those accompanying the army. So, it’s all couples living here. The person who greeted us last night, living to our right, is the wife of Zhao Hongjun, the second platoon’s platoon leader. To the left is the deputy platoon leader Cui Aijun, and one more room over is the political officer Lu Daqi."

"As for what their wives are like, I’ve only moved in recently, so I haven’t had much contact. But the Red Army wife next door, having greeted us a few times, seems straightforward and enthusiastic and likes to meddle a bit. When you have nothing to do, you should get to know a couple of them, chat a bit, and if there’s anything, just come back and tell me."

By the time he finished speaking, he had also changed his clothes—and Yang PeiMin had enjoyed the view. She then got out of bed and went into the shower room to wash up.

Shen Yiguang picked up the dirty clothes behind her and brought them in as well, placing them in the laundry tub, "There’s no rush to wash these clothes. Hanging them up to dry in the evening will have them dry by morning."

Yang PeiMin nodded, washed her face, and then casually turned her head to check the situation in the tub. Goodness, there was a large tub full of clothes, including hers and the sheets from the train.

"By the way, have we washed the quilt we’re sleeping with?"

Shen Yiguang, while rinsing his face with the water she had used, casually replied, "It’s been washed. I asked Sister-in-law Hongying to help with the folding."

Yang PeiMin hummed in acknowledgment and then started to do her hair again, loosely braiding it at the back of her head. After applying some skincare products—a routine she did swiftly, which did not include makeup—she was adorned with a bare face, not one to stand out extravagantly in these austere times.

The only thing noticeable was the dark circles under her eyes, which she covered with foundation cream while turning to look at her husband.

It turned out that while she cared for her appearance, Shen Yiguang had already gone outside to fetch two more pails of water after using the first one. The efficiency!

Thinking that he hadn’t had breakfast yet, she felt a bit anxious and took Shen Yiguang by the arm, "Let’s hurry up. If it’s as you said, we might end up drinking dishwater soon."

Shen Yiguang laughed, saying to ease her mind, "Don’t worry, I asked Xiao Jin in the kitchen to save some for us. If we were really waiting on you with your dawdling, we wouldn’t even have dishwater left."

Yang PeiMin blushed and glared at him, "What about breakfast in the future? Will we also eat in the cafeteria?"

Shen Yiguang raised his eyebrows at her, pointing to the area under the bed, "There’s a set of pots and dishes under there. If you feel like cooking yourself, that’s fine too. I’ll order someone to bring us some groceries."

Yang PeiMin nodded, liking the option. She nodded and said, "Let’s see how the cafeteria’s food is first."

Shen Yiguang pinched her nose teasingly, "Given your unstable cooking skills, you might not even be able to outdo the cafeteria." Saying that, he opened the door, and they walked out.

Once outside, Yang PeiMin let go of his hand and hummed at him with a sideways look, "Then let’s wait and see." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Shen Yiguang just shook his head with a smile.

Upon arriving at the canteen, it was already past eight in the morning, some people had already finished their meals, while others were still eating and chatting. Yang Peimin knew that Shen Yiguang and the others had a meeting at nine o’clock and it wasn’t time yet, so they were enjoying this rare moment of relaxation.

The canteen was quite large, able to accommodate a thousand people, but at that moment, there were only two or three hundred people sitting around in groups.

Soon, someone greeted Shen Yiguang, "Battalion Commander Shen, look over here!"

"Battalion Commander, you’re so slow, there won’t be any food left."

"Is this your little sister-in-law? You’re one lucky guy."

"Boss, come sit over here, the Military Wife is getting food too, hello Military Wife." A group of people not far away was surrounding something, and they all turned their heads to look at them.

Although Yang Peimin wasn’t dressed up specially, her neat and bright attire combined with her beautiful and delicate features created a striking presence.

Shen Yiguang nodded at them but didn’t walk over, instead signaling that he was going to get breakfast and asking Yang Peimin to sit at an empty table about ten meters away from the enthusiastic group. Then he went to get breakfast.

Seeing Shen Yiguang walk away, the soldiers didn’t dare to strike up more conversation. They scratched their heads, looked at each other, and then gave Yang Peimin a simple smile, continuing to focus on their steamed buns but still sneaking glances at her from the corner of their eyes.

Yang Peimin touched her nose, well aware of the curious looks. She wondered if everyone was always this curious about new arrivals.

She pretended not to notice, but if anyone boldly looked her way, she offered them a friendly smile, and if someone greeted her, she responded with a smile.

"Little sister-in-law, you’ve come down for breakfast," called the Red Army wife. Yang Peimin turned to see it was her, stood up with a smile, and replied, feeling a bit embarrassed, "Yes, I was feeling dizzy after a few days of travel, so I slept in a bit. Have you all gotten your food?"

She glanced next to her, noticing three women who were also sizing her up, and she nodded at them.

The Red Army wife, seeing she was not shy, opened her lunchbox to show her, "We got some, there are corn cakes today, my two boys at home threw a fuss wanting to eat them, so we came early to line up. Usually, we cook our own meals, it’s more convenient that way."

"Are you waiting for the battalion commander? You came late, might not be able to get any corn cakes," said Luo Dahua, standing behind the Red Army wife.

"Exactly, there was only one left when it was my turn, just enough to satisfy my picky boy. Everyone knows they serve this on Wednesday mornings, so they all come early to queue up."

"Forgot to introduce, this is Sister-in-law Luo, this is Sister-in-law Hongying, and this is Gao Hong, not sure which of you is older..."

As she was saying this, Shen Yiguang returned. He greeted all the Military Wives with a smile, "Ladies, this is my wife. She’s new here, so she might not know much. I hope you can give her some advice in the future."

"Oh, look at that, how protective he is of his wife."

"Sure, no problem at all."

"We won’t keep you from your breakfast any longer. We all have little ones at home, got to take this back for those little tyrants."