I was married off to a disabled hero in lieu of marriage; my in-laws doted on me and I aspired to gr

The brief reunion was followed by a long separation. Qiaoqiao saw her brother off at the bus stop.

"Qiaomei, go back now. I'm completely relieved after visiting you this time. Zhou Wenhui is a very good person."

Yang Zheng smiled and said, "Qiaoqiao has such a good family, what is there to worry about?"

"Brother, come see me when you're on holiday. I miss you." Qiaoqiao's nose tingled with emotion.

"Okay, dry some more green beans, I'll come back and get them next time." Yang Zheng gave his sister the task.

"Okay." Qiaoqiao smiled.

The bus arrived. Yang Zheng was carrying a bag on his back, another bag in his hand, and a small bucket of eggs.

"Qiaomei, let's go back." Yang Zheng waved, and Qiaoqiao followed the bus for a very long time.

Qiaoqiao misses her grandparents and parents. When she sees her brother, it's as if she sees them again.

The bond between loved ones will not grow weaker with the passage of time.

After an hour's bus ride, Yang Zheng, carrying large and small bags, first went to his master's house.

"What are you doing?" Chen Yan asked in surprise, looking at Yang Zheng carrying several large bags on his back.

"Master, these are all worthless things. My sister gave them to you." Yang Zheng said with a simple smile.

"Come in, come in first."

The master's wife poked her head out of the house, and when she saw it was Yang Zheng, she said happily, "Yang Zheng is here! Come in quickly."

Yang Zheng put down the packages and introduced them one by one: "White chili peppers, dried green beans, dried eggplant peel. Master, this is pickled cucumber. Please try a piece; it's delicious."

Yang Zheng unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to Chen Yan.

Chen Yan picked up a piece, took a bite, and said, "Hmm, not bad, sweet and sour."

The teacher's wife poured out some water and also took a piece: "Oh my, Yang Zheng, your sister is so capable! Isn't she in the military compound? Can she grow vegetables in the compound?"

"Yes, my sister has a yard in front of her house. She cultivated it and planted a lot of vegetables. Since she couldn't finish them all, she dried them. Madam, this jar is for you. There are two more jars. I'll keep one and take one to my colleagues tomorrow."

"It's delicious, a little salty, goes well with congee. Those bastards in the workshop are lucky to get such a good meal."

"Master, my sister also made fried tofu and roast chicken. She'll take them to the workshop tomorrow."

"well."

"Master's wife, there are fifty eggs in the bucket. They've been protected with coal ash, so they won't spoil even after two or three months."

"We can't have the eggs, dried vegetables and pickled cucumbers will be fine with us."

The master's wife hurriedly declined, saying that eggs were a scarce commodity, and each person only had half a catty a month.

"If you don't want it, am I supposed to take it back?" Yang Zheng said with a smile.

"Take it, take it. It's a token of Yang Zheng's affection. Don't bring eggs next time. Get two more cans of cucumbers instead; that's better than anything else."

"Okay, if you like it, I'll bring more next time."

The master's wife smiled and took the dried goods and eggs into the inner room, while Chen Yan poured tea for Yang Zheng.

"Is the prosthetic leg alright?" Chen Yan asked casually.

"Yesterday I walked for half an hour and my feet were all red and swollen. My sister made me a cotton cover, and today I walked for forty minutes without any problems. My brother-in-law is very happy with it. He said he hasn't been able to stand up in a long time."

Yang Zheng was both happy and sad.

"That's good, that's good. It's a pity there aren't any books on electrically operated prostheses, otherwise we could give it a try."

"Shanghai has only produced one pair of electrically driven prosthetics. Such a secret technology, who knows when it will reach Huailin City?"

"Sigh, I guess I'll just have to wait."

Both master and apprentice wanted to create electrically driven prosthetics; Yang Zheng wanted it for his brother-in-law, while Chen Yan wanted it for the heroes.

Zhou Wenhui took a nap, and Qiaoqiao held the shirt her brother had given her and tried it on in front of the small mirror.

One is white with blue floral print, and the other is pink.

Paired with the polyester straight-leg pants my mother-in-law bought, it looks really good.

"Since I've already bought it, I might as well wear it," Qiaoqiao thought to herself.

Having gotten used to wearing coarse cloth, I felt very uncomfortable wearing such nice clothes all of a sudden.

After trying it on for a while, Qiaoqiao still took it off and decided to wear it again when she went home for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Zhou Wenhui slept for a long time, and by the time he woke up, the sun had already set.

Qiaoqiao was busy carrying him to the toilet, and then she realized she was tired, so she decided to eat at the cafeteria that night.

I opened the drawer, and lo and behold, where are the meal tickets? I clearly had plenty left.

"What are you looking for?" Zhou Wenhui asked when he saw Qiaoqiao frowning as she searched for something.

"Meal tickets, for eating in the cafeteria tonight."

"Meal tickets? You still need meal tickets? I... I gave them all to Yang Zheng," Zhou Wenhui stammered.

"You...my brother accepted it?"

"Yes, I forced him to accept it." Zhou Wenhui said, sounding like a child who had done something wrong.

"My brother accepted it? I offered it to him, but he refused. But, but you have to keep some for yourself, what will we eat?"

Qiaoqiao smiled, a sweet smile. Zhou Wenhui must have heard that she had given her brother meal tickets, but her brother hadn't accepted them.

He gave the meal ticket to his brother; he understood himself.

"What should we do then? Call the logistics department, and we'll borrow some first."

"Never mind, how about we have tomato and egg noodles?"

"Okay, I like to eat it."

Yes, you like to eat it, so if you keep having scrambled eggs with tomatoes every day, it's no wonder you'll get sick of it.

After dinner, I gave Zhou Wenhui a bath first, then I took a bath myself.

Qiaoqiao held the shirt her brother had bought, hesitated for a long time, and then put it down.

"Wear it if you like it. Look, even Han Dan is wearing a floral shirt," Zhou Wenhui said casually.

"Han Jie's shirt isn't as nice as mine. My brother is the best at choosing colors," Qiaoqiao said proudly.

"So what if you can choose? You don't wear it anyway," Zhou Wenhui said calmly.

"Fine, I'll wear it then." He said stubbornly, taking the shirt into the bathroom.

Zhou Wenhui was flipping through a novel, glancing at the bathroom every now and then. Did she take that long to shower?

Finally, the toilet door opened, and Qiaoqiao walked out timidly, her head down.

Zhou Wenhui's eyes lit up. Her round face, fair skin, and white shirt with blue flowers made Qiaoqiao look as beautiful as a fairy.

"Why are you staring at me like that? If it doesn't look good, I'll go take it off." Qiaoqiao blushed deeply with embarrassment.

"No, no, it's beautiful, really beautiful."

"Are you lying?"

"There's a mirror in the bedroom, go see for yourself."

Qiaoqiao flew into the bedroom like a little bird. In the small round mirror, a pretty girl blinked shyly.

I've been in the city for over three months now, and my dark complexion has become fair and smooth. With a little bit of face cream, I do look quite pretty.

Qiaoqiao pretended to be nonchalant and left the bedroom, taking a pile of clothes outside to do laundry.

Zhou Wenhui blushed as he watched her retreating figure.

I'd never really looked at her closely before; I never realized she was so beautiful.

A strange urge surged through his body, making the man feel somewhat aroused.

We've been married for over three months, and we still haven't done the things we should have done.

I wonder if that silly girl will look down on me.

The more I thought about it, the redder my face became...

At night, the crickets outside chirped somewhat impatiently.

Qiaoqiao carried Zhou Wenhui to bed, covered him with a thin blanket, got out of bed herself, and found a coarse cloth nightgown.

Zhou Wenhui peeked through the mosquito net.

Qiaoqiao seemed to have discovered Zhou Wenhui's thoughts, and took her pajamas to change into in another room.

Zhou Wenhui asked with difficulty, "Where are we going?"

"Let's change clothes," Qiaoqiao said generously.

"We're husband and wife now, there's no need for you to hide from me."

Qiaoqiao was stunned for a moment. They were husband and wife, but they did not have a marital relationship.

Shameless, he grabbed his pajamas, and Qiaoqiao quickly ran out.

"Sigh, what a failure," Zhou Wenhui thought sullenly.