Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

Zhou Yanshen squinted at Su Wanqing for a long while before solemnly instructing her on these matters, but in the end he did not delve into how Su Wanqing had discovered it, nor did he even ask her.

"Perhaps my wife found out when she contacted her friend? Her friend is always elusive and has even obtained radar technology and mechanical blueprints. He's probably quite skilled in intelligence gathering, which isn't surprising. Since my wife didn't tell me, I'll just pretend I don't know."

Zhou Yanshen thought to himself, "This is my little wife's secret, and I should help her keep it a secret from now on."

As for the strange things happening at home, he simply turned a blind eye, such as the ever-increasing number of meatballs, the ever-growing variety of snacks, and the unprecedented appearance of fruit. Sometimes, even though his wife hadn't eaten, she smelled like braised red-bellied pheasant...

In short, he pretended not to know these things and didn't think about them deeply.

He would not ask any questions that his wife wouldn't tell him.

He always dismissed anything unusual at home as his wife's "little tricks."

The main principle is: don't delve too deeply, don't be curious; if you say something, listen; if you don't say anything, pretend you didn't see it.

Otherwise, if he, a former reconnaissance soldier, wanted to investigate these strange things, he could have easily uncovered his wife's secrets in no time. But he didn't need to. In any case, he respected Su Wanqing.

Su Wanqing was unaware of Zhou Yanshen's thoughts. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully Zhou Yanshen didn't ask any further questions. He seemed uninterested in all these things and wasn't gossipy. He was truly a good man.

However, she now understood that the organization had actually sent people to protect her. Although it was well-intentioned, it meant her movements were being monitored the entire time.

Well, it's better to find a way to bring these people out into the open, at least so we have some information.

"Dinner's ready! New Year's Eve dinner! Everyone wash your hands and get ready to eat!" Ding Xiaomei's loud voice echoed from the kitchen to the yard, and steaming dishes were brought out one after another.

There were many people at home today, so we had to push two tables together to make room for everyone.

With the reform and opening up, the previous restrictions were lifted, so Ding Xiaomei used all her skills to prepare a table full of dishes.

Braised pork belly, sweet and sour pork ribs, chicken stew with mushrooms, braised carp, fried spring rolls, four-happiness meatballs, candied sweet potatoes, garlic greens, cold shredded vegetables, braised pig's trotters, braised beef, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, steamed egg custard, tofu soup...

There were sixteen dishes in total, arranged in large and small platters, making it dazzling and mouthwatering.

Uncle Ding went to the backyard and brought out the freshly roasted whole lamb, glistening with oil and emitting a wonderful aroma:

"Sit down and eat, sit down and eat now!"

Da Bao and Xiao Bao clapped their hands excitedly: "It's Chinese New Year! Time to eat! And there's TV to watch! I'm so happy!"

Zhou's mother was already seated at the table, looking at the abundance of dishes, nodding with satisfaction. It was all very good; these were her favorite foods. The reform and opening up was truly wonderful; finally, she could eat such a sumptuous meal. Before, even if she had money, she wouldn't dare eat like this, or she would have been arrested long ago. From now on, she wanted to eat like this every day.

Zhou's mother tugged at Gu Yuan's sleeve: "I want to eat like this every day from now on. Three or four dishes a day is still too little."

Gu Yuan thought for a moment: "Now that we've reformed and opened up, why don't we open a restaurant right next to where we live, so we can eat there every day?"

Zhou's mother's eyes lit up, and she nodded. She already had an idea in mind. It was fine if she didn't have children, but opening a restaurant would be fine, right? Why not open it next to that mutual aid center?

In short, everyone sat down around the table chatting and laughing. Zhou Yanshen carefully helped Su Wanqing to the middle seat before sitting down next to her.

Just as everyone picked up their chopsticks, there was a rapid knocking at the door.

Zhou Yanshen put down his chopsticks and went to open the door. A short while later, he brought in several people—it turned out to be Xiao Wang, Lin Meihua, and Deputy Commander Zhao.

Uncle Ding quickly stood up to greet them: "Oh dear, we have guests! Come in, come in! We're having our New Year's Eve dinner today, everyone come and eat together."

Seeing that he had stumbled upon someone having their New Year's Eve dinner, Deputy Commander Zhao felt rather embarrassed and awkwardly rubbed his hands together: "Oh dear, how could we... We just have some urgent business to discuss with Comrade Su Wanqing to verify some information."

Su Wanqing smiled and waved her hand, already anticipating their purpose, but still said, "It just so happens that my uncle and Yanshen have made some extra stools these past few days. Even the most urgent matters shouldn't be rushed past the New Year. Let's talk while we eat."

No matter how urgent it is, we have to let her eat first. Nothing is more important than the New Year's Eve dinner!

Deputy Commander Zhao had no choice but to sit down, inwardly sighing: Damn it, we really didn't come here to freeload...

Uncle Ding called out to the kitchen, "Xiaomei, add a few more pairs of chopsticks!"

"Okay!"

Ding Xiaomei quickly brought over bowls and chopsticks, Gu Yuan moved over chairs, and the group squeezed around the table to eat.

"Eat, eat up!" Uncle Ding urged enthusiastically. "Try my whole roasted lamb. I learned how to make it from the locals in Xinjiang. I rubbed it with honey and onions, roasted it until the outside is crispy and fragrant, and the inside is tender and juicy. I guarantee you've never had anything like it before."

Zhou Yan cut a piece of sesame-coated puff pastry lamb leg and carefully tore it into small pieces, handing it to Su Wanqing.

Su Wanqing took a bite, her mouth filled with the aroma of meat, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Delicious, it's so delicious!"

On the television, the pre-show program for the Spring Festival Gala was playing, with cheerful music and the host's blessings filling the entire room.

After taking a couple of bites of mutton, Deputy Commander Zhao cautiously asked, "Comrade Lin Meihua said, 'Little Su, do you have any news about fighter jets?' Is it true? She didn't ask clearly whether they were decommissioned or brand new, and where they are currently located. If they're in China, it's fine, but if they're abroad, it might be difficult to transport them back, right?"

He chewed on some mutton, and although it tasted really good, he wasn't in the mood to savor it at the moment—dozens of people were waiting in the conference room. But to be fair, the food at Comrade Su's house was truly delicious; if it weren't for important business, he would have loved to eat his fill.

While happily eating her mutton, Su Wanqing nodded, "Perhaps Sister Lin didn't explain clearly. It's a brand new fighter jet, the same class as the one we captured, and it's currently stored in my warehouse. So, Deputy Commander Zhao, if we're going to exchange it, do you agree to the conditions I've proposed?"

"Pfft! Cough cough cough!"

Deputy Commander Zhao choked on a mouthful of mutton, his face turning red.