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

Zhou Zhonghai had taken a shower and was wearing a white t-shirt and black shorts. He no longer had his usual imposing manner and looked like a kind old neighbor.

Luo Meiyun cut the mooncake into small pieces, filled a whole plate, and placed a fork on top, which was very elegant.

"Yang Zheng, have some mooncakes."

Luo Meiyun forked a piece for Yang Zheng, and Zhou Wenhui also forked a piece, savoring it slowly.

Yang Zheng could eat three pieces in one bite, but the Zhou family was so elegant that he could only savor them slowly.

"Yang Zheng, how's work?" Zhou Zhonghai asked while sipping his tea.

"After returning from my studies in Wuxi, I became a team leader, thanks to the care of Director Tang. My salary increased by ten yuan, now it's 45 yuan a month."

Yang Zheng became a team leader after only six months in the factory. Many people in the unit were not convinced, but Yang Zheng understood that it was because of Commander Zhou's influence.

"Don't underestimate yourself, and don't always think that your achievements are due to back channels. Just based on the prosthetic leg you made for Wenhui, you could easily become a director."

Zhou Zhonghai was very protective of his own children; everything about them was good.

"Uncle Zhou, my master helped me make the prosthesis." Yang Zheng blushed.

"If the master is amazing, the disciple must be amazing too. The first time you met your master, he was unwilling to accept you as a disciple, saying he would train you for three months, and if it didn't work out, he would stop. Now, half a year has passed, and he is still training you, which means you are outstanding."

Yang Zheng could only reluctantly accept the indirect way that was required to acknowledge him.

"I will try my best."

"Yang Zheng, I have two sons. Wenhui has difficulty walking, and my younger son is studying modern technology abroad. I don't know how well he's learned or how he's doing. I haven't heard from him in a long time. You are Qiaoqiao's brother, so you're practically my son too. Your aunt and I are busy with military matters and family affairs, so please take good care of us."

"Of course, this is my home too."

"You mentioned that resin prosthesis, we need to handle that matter properly, and please thank your master for me."

"Uncle, we've got the plaster and resin. We'll be taking a break next week, and my master and I will come to pick up the model."

"Okay, okay, Yang Zheng, thank you."

"Uncle..."

"Alright, alright, we're family, no need for thanks."

Zhou Zhonghai picked up a piece of mooncake and put it in his mouth.

"Dad, we can't rush things about prosthetics. Yang Zheng has never done this before, so don't put pressure on him," Zhou Wenhui said calmly.

"Hmm, hmm, no rush, no rush."

Zhou Zhonghai wasn't in a hurry; there was no rush. When he left for the front lines, he wouldn't be able to see his son walking freely with his resin prosthesis.

Luo Meiyun listened quietly; every word Zhou Zhonghai spoke was both a sign of concern and a deathbed message.

"Yang Zheng, Wenhui and Qiaoqiao, if Wenhui treats Qiaoqiao badly, you, as her brother-in-law, have the right to beat and scold Wenhui."

"Uncle, Wenhui is doing well."

Zhou Wenhui is a hero; even if Yang Zheng had two times the courage, he wouldn't dare to scold or beat him.

"Wenhui is good, but sometimes he's stubborn. You, his brother-in-law, have to say something to him. We can't spoil him," Zhou Zhonghai chuckled.

"Yang Zheng, your uncle is right. Wen Hui is wrong and should be corrected. We can't let Qiao Qiao suffer." Luo Meiyun interjected earnestly.

When Qiaoqiao came out of the bath, Luo Meiyun called out, "Qiaoqiao, come and eat mooncakes!"

Qiaoqiao sat next to Zhou Wenhui and reached for the mooncake with her hand. Seeing that her mother-in-law and brother were using forks, she quickly withdrew her hand and also used a fork.

"At home, you don't need to be careful. Eat whatever you like." Luo Meiyun dotes on Qiaoqiao to the extreme.

"Dad, the braised pig's head is ready, and we have some wine at home. How about I cut up a plate and you guys have some wine?" Qiaoqiao suggested.

"Alright, alright, let's drink. Meiyun, go get the wine. When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky. I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace? I want... I want... Wenhui, what's the next line again?"

"I long to ride the wind and return, but I fear the jade palaces and towers are too cold at such heights," Zhou Wenhui and Yang Zheng said in unison.

The two exchanged a glance and continued reciting: "Dancing with my shadow, how can it compare to being in the mortal world? Turning through the red pavilion, lowering the embroidered window, the moon shines on my sleepless night... People have sorrow and joy, separation and reunion, just as the moon has its phases of waxing and waning. Nothing in this world is ever perfect. I only wish that we may live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart."

"Alright, alright, the braised pig's head is here, the wine is here." Zhou Zhonghai regained his imposing and domineering demeanor, cleared away the mooncakes, and started eating the braised pig's head and drinking wine.

"People experience sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes, and nothing in this world is ever perfect."

Zhou Zhonghai muttered to himself, "It's hard to have both, it's hard to have both."

Zhou Zhonghai wanted Qiaoqiao to drink some too, but Qiaoqiao refused.

She doesn't drink alcohol, and her period is several days late. If she gets pregnant, drinking alcohol would be harmful.

Luo Meiyun didn't drink either; she drank tea.

The moon has its phases, and tonight's moon is so round and full.

Soldiers drink with a sense of bravado; if drinking isn't enough, they also play drinking games.

Zhou Zhonghai and his son got into a heated argument: "Five is the best, six is ​​six, seven is seven clever, clever clever clever, Zhou Wenhui, let's drink!"

Zhou Zhonghai laughed loudly; Zhou Wenhui had lost again.

Sip after sip, Zhou Wenhui was no match for Commander Zhou, so he resorted to pleading: "Dad, I'm not coming anymore, I'm not coming anymore. You can drink a whole table of people under the table by yourself, I can't beat you."

"Come on, come on, Dad will let you have it, will let you have it..."

Qiaoqiao tilted her head and watched her father-in-law and husband play drinking games. They were father and son, comrades-in-arms, and friends.

Before Zhou Wenhui was injured, she must have had a very easy relationship with her parents-in-law, right?

Zhou Zhonghai lost, and Zhou Wenhui was extremely excited, shouting, "Dad, you drink, drink half a cup!"

"Okay, half a glass it is, another one, another one."

Seeing that Zhou Wenhui's face was flushed, Qiaoqiao secretly stuffed a piece of pig's head meat into his mouth, saying, "Eat some vegetables, otherwise you'll have to drink again if you lose."

Zhou Wenhui ate the pig's head meat without any hesitation. When Luo Meiyun saw this, she also put a piece on Zhou's plate. The young couple were playing tricks on each other, but the old couple wouldn't be outdone.

As expected, Zhou Wenhui lost again. He took a small sip and opened his mouth to wait for Qiaoqiao to feed him.

"Hahaha, that's great, that's really great!"

Zhou Zhonghai took a big gulp of his drink and then opened his mouth to ask Luo Meiyun to feed him some pig's head meat.

Yang Zheng drank his wine silently, realizing he was just a third wheel.

After finishing a plate of pig's head meat, Qiaoqiao cut another plate. They drank until midnight, and Zhou Wenhui passed out from drinking.

"You're no good, kid. You should learn from your old man."

"Alright, stop drinking. Yang Zheng, help Wenhui into the house to rest."

Luo Meiyun helped Zhou Zhonghai into the house, and Qiaoqiao tidied up the yard before going inside herself.

"Dad, you're cheating! You're cheating! Let's do it again!"

Zhou Wenhui shouted, and Qiaoqiao smiled: "You'll still lose if we play again, so go to sleep."

Zhou Zhonghai got into bed with a flushed face, and started rambling on to Luo Meiyun: "My son played drinking games with me for years! Since he went to the front lines, we haven't had such a good time drinking together."

"Meiyun, is Wenhui as cheerful as he was in college?"

"Yes, in just a few months, he's like a completely different person."

"Qiaoqiao changed him. Marrying a good wife is a lifetime of good fortune. I married a good wife."

Zhou Zhonghai leaned against Luo Meiyun's chest: "Meiyun, you've had a tough time all these years."

"An old married couple, getting sentimental again."

"Meiyun, if I'm gone, find someone else. I don't care about forever, I only care about what we had."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Luo Meiyun was overcome with grief.

"A shell, gone in an instant, no pain, no fear, actually it's pretty good. What I'm afraid of is that you'll be sad. If you're sad, I'll be sad." Zhou Zhonghai rambled on, and soon began snoring loudly.

Luo Meiyun hugged Zhou Zhonghai tightly, repeating in her heart a thousand times, "You'll be alright, you'll be safe."