Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 41: Training the Husband

Another old man chimed in, "Even after being so wronged, she’s still worried about everyone getting enough to eat."

He paused before adding, "A girl this kind and beautiful... you just can’t help but adore her."

"Fei Village Chief, you’ve really found yourself a good wife!"

A young man exclaimed in admiration.

An older man beside him cried out excitedly, "Fei Village Chief is a lucky man!"

A faint smile flickered in Fei Jin’s eyes.

He gently wrapped his arm around Song Qingya’s slender shoulders.

"Let me help you entertain our guests."

"Okay."

Fang Huihui also wanted to help serve the dishes, but one of her quick-eyed friends grabbed her arm.

"What are you doing?"

"Are you blind? The lovebirds want a moment to themselves. If you go over there, how are they supposed to talk?"

Fang Huihui immediately understood.

As their figures disappeared around the corner into the kitchen, the friend sighed, "They’re really a match made in heaven. Don’t you think?"

"Totally! A talented man and a beautiful woman!"

The group of young women all nodded excitedly.

"I thought so when you mentioned the Fei Village Chief washes the bedsheets. He’s the village chief! I’d be over the moon if my man would even wash one piece of my laundry."

Fang Huihui listened, lost in thought.

’Her husband, Xing Yuandong, was always going on about how great their village chief was and telling her to learn from him, wasn’t he?’

’Right!’

’When I get home, I have to make Yuandong learn the village chief’s fine traditions.’

’The man of the house should be the one washing the bedsheets and clothes.’

「In the kitchen.」

Fei Jin gently closed the door.

Song Qingya was placing the sweet corn soup on the table when Fei Jin hugged her from behind.

"Qingya, I’m sorry you had to go through that."

Fei Jin’s voice was heavy.

Song Qingya’s heart instantly softened.

She stopped what she was doing, turned, and threw herself into his arms.

The strong, independent facade she maintained outside was completely forgotten.

When it was just the two of them, Song Qingya felt exceptionally at ease.

Beside Fei Jin, she didn’t need to worry about so many things.

"Then aren’t you going to make it up to me?"

She pouted slightly.

As soon as the words left her mouth, her gaze fell upon Fei Jin’s thin, tightly pressed lips.

The next second, he showered her with kisses.

「A few minutes later.」

Song Qingya walked out of the kitchen carrying a food tray.

Her cheeks were still flushed, and her lips were slightly swollen.

Fei Jin, walking behind her, followed like a well-behaved child, his gaze almost never leaving his wife.

No matter what Song Qingya asked him to do, even small tasks like moving a stool or carrying water, Fei Jin was extremely willing and obedient.

Seeing this, the crowd exchanged knowing glances and then covered their mouths to hide their chuckles.

The relationship between the Fei Village Chief and his wife was truly enviable!

The young wives were very envious, already scheming how they would "train" their own husbands when they got home.

’Could they try the Fei Village Chief’s method, too?’

But after giving it some thought, they felt discouraged.

’How many men would firmly stand by their wife’s side during a conflict between her and the elders?’

’The Fei Village Chief’s training is so demanding, yet he still comes home to do laundry and cook when his wife is sick. But our own men just come home and act like lords of the manor.’

’Sigh, why aren’t we that lucky...’

When Song Qingya returned from her trip to the kitchen, she felt more admiring gazes on her than before.

Suddenly, the system unexpectedly popped up with a notification—

[BEEP! Congratulations, your reputation in Liuchang Town is no longer negative. It is now 0 points.]

Going from -78 to 0 was a huge improvement.

Song Qingya was very satisfied with this result.

’So, on this map, increasing her reputation score could also bring an extra increase in points.’

’And these points could be exchanged for almost anything she wanted.’

’It was just like earning a salary from acting in the modern world.’

’Here, as long as she performed well enough, she could also gain more prestige, affection, and generous point rewards.’

The men were still endlessly praising the delicious food.

Meanwhile, the women had already started guessing the recipes for these delicacies.

"The meatballs are so crispy. There must be some special seasoning in them."

A middle-aged woman guessed while tasting, "There must be mashed potatoes inside, and it tastes a bit like lotus root."

Another woman shook her head. "No, that’s not lotus root, it must be water chestnut!"

"Have you guys tried this radish? Is this really our local radish?"

Someone asked doubtfully, "How come it doesn’t taste like radish at all? It’s even more delicious than meat."

"How on earth is this made? Should we send Si’er to go ask?" someone suggested.

Another person retorted, "Why don’t you go ask?"

"I’m a little too embarrassed," the first person said quietly.

"Me too. I feel too awkward to ask."

Another person chimed in, "Third Auntie, you live closer to Ajin’s wife and see her every day. Why don’t you go ask?"

...

Looking at the group of curious older women,

Song Qingya decided to take the initiative.

"How is everyone enjoying the food? If there’s anything you’re not satisfied with, please let me know, and I’ll adjust the flavors next time."

"It’s great, no complaints!" an auntie immediately responded.

"This food is even better than my Third Auntie’s cooking. How could we have any complaints?" a man said with a chuckle.

"Exactly! Qingya, who taught you to cook like this? It’s incredible! My husband can’t stop eating," another woman praised.

"My Dabin and Erbin love it too. They’re usually so picky and won’t touch greens or carrots. But they ate so much today! It’s unbelievable," an auntie next to her exclaimed.

Song Qingya was soon surrounded by the aunties.

She kept them in suspense for a moment before asking, "Does everyone want to know how to make the dishes?"

"Of course we do!"

A chorus of enthusiastic replies rose from the crowd.

"Then come to my house this weekend, and I’ll teach everyone."

"That’s wonderful!"

Someone couldn’t help but cheer.

"I told you Ajin’s wife was kind-hearted," another auntie added.

"Talk about a world of difference between people. Last time I asked Zhou Huaihua how to steam soft buns, she flat out refused to tell me. Look how generous this young woman is! No wonder her reputation in town is so bad," one of the older women said.

"Qingya, won’t this take up too much of your time?"

After all, the young couple had only been married a short time.

They were in their honeymoon phase and should be enjoying their time alone together.

"It’s no trouble."

Song Qingya shook her head with a smile.

Her modest attitude made many people like her even more.

"I’m happy to be able to help everyone. However..."

Her tone shifted, as if she was about to say something more important.

She revealed her true purpose.

"I was also hoping everyone could do me a favor. I wonder if you ladies would be willing?"

"What is it? Just say the word. If we can help, we definitely will!"

The aunties around her all expressed their eagerness to lend a hand.

"I’d like to ask you aunties to be my witnesses. Fei Jin and I are planning to separate our household from his uncle’s family. We’re just not sure if it’s the proper thing to do."

Song Qingya slowly revealed what was on her mind.

As soon as the words were out, the surroundings fell silent for a few seconds.