Wen Yaozu looked up at Wen Ci and replied, “Brother-in-law said he went to the military hospital to change his dressing. Before he left, he said he might be back late.”
“Huh?”
Wen Ci was a bit confused.
Didn’t he say he was going to the military hospital to change his dressing tomorrow?
And why would he be back late?
Wen Ci frowned, but she wasn’t familiar with the military hospital. She then looked down at Wen Yaozu’s homework. “How is it? Finding it difficult?”
“Not difficult.”
Wen Yaozu looked up, blinking: “Sis, when are we going to the state-run restaurant? Are we going to order dishes or get the pre-made ones?”
The provincial state-run restaurant had two modes: dining in the main hall meant choosing from already-cooked dishes, while a private room meant hiring the restaurant’s chef to cook specifically.
Private rooms were much more expensive, but you could eat whatever you wanted. The dishes in the main hall were different every day. Some meat dishes were only available on specific days, like Tuesday or Friday.
Wen Ci glanced at the clock on the living room wall; it was eight minutes to three. They wouldn’t be eating until at least half past five anyway.
She poked Wen Yaozu’s head. “All you think about all day is eating. How many pounds have you lost since coming here?”
Wen Yaozu straightened up proudly: “At least thirty pounds.”
“Thirty pounds, you?” Wen Ci looked him up and down and scoffed: “Losing five pounds would be pretty good.”
Wen Yaozu exercised every day, but he was also at a growing age and ate a lot every day.
“How could it only be five pounds? I don’t believe it.”
“Believe what you want.”
Wen Ci sat on the sofa, shaking her head and clicking her tongue lightly.
She wondered how Yu Qing was doing.
Yu Qing was the first friend she made at the Northwest Military District, and she had even taken time off to keep her company.
Right.
Wen Ci suddenly thought that she could pick a few brightly colored items from the batch of clothes bought in the south and mail them to Yu Qing.
As for why not sell them in the Northwest…
Wen Ci had done the math. The capital, Beijing, had direct trains from the south. The Northwest was a remote area; even getting to the provincial city would incur significant transport costs. The Northwest was dusty, and people might not necessarily like fashionable clothes there.
Most importantly, the Northwest was remote and poor; people might not be willing to spend money on clothes. Most people saved money by making new clothes out of old ones.
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It was four o’clock when Huo Jingyuan finally returned. The temperature outside had dropped sharply, and he was wearing a jacket. His face was stern and cold as ice.
Wen Ci raised an eyebrow: “Oh, so you do know how to come back.”
Huo Jingyuan: “…”
Seeing Wen Ci, he couldn’t help but recall the awkward situation at noon. He had been in a state he couldn’t suppress.
To deal with the desire burning inside him, he had to resort to his own hand. He never expected Wen Ci to walk in on him.
If he had known, he should have just taken a cold shower.
In the end, he had gotten a bit too carried away and accidentally reopened his wound, forcing him to get his dressing changed early.
The military hospital had his medical records. While changing the dressing, they also gave him a check-up.
Wen Yaozu asked, puzzled: “Sis, weren’t you looking forward to Brother-in-law coming back? Why are you being so sarcastic now that he’s back?”
“Stop talking nonsense. Was I being sarcastic?”
Wen Yaozu nodded without hesitation: “Yes.”
Wen Ci let out a long sigh, picked up a test paper from the table, handed it to him, and said, “Go back to your room and do this paper.”
“Will we go to the state-run restaurant to eat after I finish?”
Wen Ci nodded.
“Great, I’ll go do it right now.” Wen Yaozu was full of motivation. He took the test paper from Wen Ci and headed to his room.
As he walked, he said, “I can have a big feast today.”
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