She Only Cares About Cultivation-Chapter 856 - 796: Famine Era 37 (First Update)

After dinner, the sisters-in-law helped clean up, and Ye Huan gathered the leftovers, letting everyone take some home. Each family received a block of tofu.

Although there wasn’t much meat prepared for the meal, there was a variety of dishes, and everyone ate their fill, praising the couple’s hospitality non-stop.

After seeing the guests off, Ye Huan looked at Tong Zhan apologetically: "Sorry, I forgot about the roast duck."

"It’s fine, I didn’t mention it either, besides, what you’ve done is already quite impressive. There were meatballs and tofu pudding, things they rarely get to eat, so this was quite a treat. Look at what each person took home; it’s enough for them to eat for a day tomorrow. This one meal will earn us days of compliments; it’s worth it!"

Since everyone had already helped clean up, the couple didn’t have much tidying up to do; however, Ye Huan felt a bit distressed looking at the little oil left.

And the tofu, although not worth much money, the couple’s hard work was in it. They only kept about three jin for themselves, which made her feel a bit heartbroken.

But the military wives were understanding; they didn’t take any of the fried tofu, fried meatballs, or lotus sandwiches, only a few leftovers.

So what’s left is enough for them to eat for a few days.

After washing her feet at night and finishing the chores, Ye Huan was lying in bed doing some yoga, but Tong Zhan came over insisting on giving her a massage, and as he massaged, the atmosphere became a bit awkward...

What they didn’t know was that the comrades and military wives, upon returning home, were all praising the couple. In this era, being allowed to eat and take home food surely made them feel deeply grateful?

On the seventh day of the first lunar month, Ye Huan lay in bed all morning, not wanting to move, but they had to have lunch. The roast duck was preserved in the space the night it was brought back.

Tong Zhan thought she just stored it away, so he didn’t ask, but if they didn’t eat it today, it wouldn’t be good anymore.

So at noon, she rolled out some dough, brushed it with oil, and steamed it along with the duck she had sliced.

The sweet bean sauce was a complimentary side.

Finally, she made tofu soup.

At noon, the couple ate their fill of meat, satisfying their craving, since throughout the year, they rarely got to eat meat.

With nothing to do in the afternoon, she took out the yarn bought last year and started knitting a sweater for Tong Zhan. Leaning against the headboard, it wasn’t cold at all, very comfortable.

Because she didn’t like visiting others, and the military wives considered their hard work, no one disturbed her that day.

In the evening, she simmered old duck soup and added some noodles.

After dinner, Tong Zhan wiped his mouth with satisfaction: "Now I realize how great marriage is. Being able to eat hot meals every day is such a blessing. My dear wife, wouldn’t it be nice if you worked at our brigade?"

Ye Huan rolled her eyes at him: "You’re just dreaming. Think about me too, let’s focus on the long-term. Right now, I’m in my internship period, and I’d be an intern wherever I go. But if I intern at a big hospital, there will be more opportunities than at your field hospital. So, you better give up on that idea."

Tong Zhan’s lips curled up; well, there was no rush. When you get pregnant, you won’t say things like that anymore.

In the following days, military wives frequently visited, and Ye Huan warmly welcomed them. They praised the patterned sweater Ye Huan was knitting. Initially wanting to learn, they later found it was too complex and gave up, considering they’d need multiple colors of yarn.

The yarn for Tong Zhan’s sweater was bought before the end of the year, with plans to knit a uniquely colored pieced sweater for him, primarily in dark gray, white, and black. The finished look was nice, as it was a V-neck, allowing him to wear a shirt underneath. It was both warm and stylish when paired with his uniform.

Considering the limited time, she spent her days knitting in the space. By the 14th day of the first lunar month, she had completed the sweater and pants.

She had him try it on at night, and not only did it fit well, it also looked good for this era’s standards. Tong Zhan was very satisfied and touched. For these many days of hard work to knit him a sweater, he was determined to shower her with affection.

That night, he asked for her once, twice, and again, mindful that upon returning, they wouldn’t see each other for another ten days or half a month, so they needed to cherish the moment, even if it was difficult to part later.

On the morning of the 15th day of the first lunar month, Tong Zhan drove her to the hospital in the city. Since it was the Lantern Festival, they dropped off their luggage at the dormitory and went out to eat a farewell meal.

After sending Tong Zhan off, Ye Huan changed the dormitory’s bed sheets and covers, washed them, and only after busying herself for a few hours did she finally lie down to rest on the bed.