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Chapter 31 Physical Qualities Different from Ordinary People
The soda came in old-fashioned glass bottles. Everyone was given a bottle, and Zhu Jing boldly bit open the cap with her teeth, causing the soda inside to boil instantly.

Wen Ci also followed Zhu Jing's example and bit open the bottle.

Zhu Jing raised her soda bottle. "Let's all have a toast!"

Soft drinks were a rarity in this era, and the dishes on the table were as elaborate as a New Year's Eve dinner. The group clinked glasses together.

There are more than just a few of them living in the family compound.

Smelling the aroma of braised pork hock and stewed pig's trotters, many family members followed the scent over for a look, then left after hearing their cheerful laughter.

After taking a couple of bites, Wen Ci praised, "Sister Jing, your cooking is absolutely amazing!" Then, with a hint of doubt, she asked:
"With your cooking skills, why don't you work in the kitchen of the compound's canteen?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jing laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's about forming cliques. They only ask me for help when they're too busy during the New Year."

Wen Ci felt it was a pity.

Someone with Jingjie's exceptional culinary skills would definitely have a booming business if she opened a restaurant in the South.

Currently, the country is in a state of disrepair and reconstruction. Many northerners see the opportunity to go south and start businesses. Sister Jing's Northeastern cuisine is able to attract many northerners who want to do business.

However, her husband was still serving in the Northwest.
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There was a large table of food, but the five of them didn't eat much, leaving more than half uneaten. Zhu Jing finished the last sip of her soda and said calmly, "We can have this much food for another meal tonight."

Wen Ci shook her head: "I won't be coming."

She's been eating too well these past few days and has gained a few pounds. She needs to control her diet a bit. Seeing the looks from her sisters, she said, "I need to lose weight."

"Wen Ci, why are you even trying to lose weight?"

"Exactly, exactly, I think you're too easy."

Wen Ci beamed with joy at the praise. Despite her sisters' repeated attempts to dissuade her, she still came that evening and met their children.
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As the sun sets, its rays illuminate the Gobi Desert.

After dinner, Wen Ci said goodbye to her sisters and went home. The house was quiet and deserted. Suddenly, Wen Ci discovered that the sketches she had left on the table that morning were gone.

She locked the door before leaving. The noise from the kitchen caught Wen Ci's attention, and she looked towards the kitchen, tentatively calling out, "Huo Jingyuan?"

"Hmm." As soon as she finished speaking, Huo Jingyuan emerged from the kitchen carrying a bowl of noodles, his deep, dark eyes fixed on her, his voice low and resonant:

"Have you finished your meal?"

"Hmm." Wen Ci nodded, raised her chin, and asked curiously, "Shouldn't you be out in the wild training? Why are you back?"

How did you know I went on a field training exercise?

Seeing that Wen Ci did not answer, Huo Jingyuan slightly curled his lips: "I was worried that you wouldn't be able to apply the medicine yourself, so I came back to help you apply it and then left."

Wen Ci: "..."

Her mouth hung open, both shocked and embarrassed.

"No... no need for medicine," Wen Ci stammered.

But the image of him helping her apply the medicine last night kept flashing through her mind; the man's well-defined hands applied the ointment and gently touched her body.

The red and swollen area instantly felt cool and refreshing.

Seeing that her face was flushed red, Huo Jingyuan didn't press the matter further. He sat down at the living room table, slurped up a mouthful of noodles he had made, and then...

"Aci, your drawing skills are not bad."

The first thing he noticed when he got home was the blueprints on the table. He rarely had a skilled craftsman who could draw such precise blueprints, and there was no one else in the house besides Wen Ci.

Wen Ci raised his lips slightly: "I've always loved painting since I was in the village."

She paused for a moment, then asked, "So, do you think it's okay to build the yard according to the blueprints?"

"can."

(End of this chapter)