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Chapter 75 How Steel is Made

Wen Ci's eyes widened: "So fast?"

She clearly heard Sister Zhu Jing say, "Little monkey does his homework very slowly, you should supervise him more." She thought that primary school students in the 1980s had a lot of homework.

I finished writing it in just half an hour!
Little Monkey nodded: "Yeah, I usually like to play with my younger siblings when I do my homework, but I didn't play at all today, so I finished it faster."

Wen Ci looked at the little monkey. He was a smart child, but his self-control was weak and he couldn't resist the temptation to play.

"You guys should sit here and do your homework."

Wen Ci led the little monkey by the hand to the study inside the house, her gaze fixed on the most conspicuous book on the shelf: "How the Steel Was Tempered".

She reached out and took the book, saying, "This book was lent to you by your aunt. You can't damage it, okay? You have to return it to your aunt after you're done reading it."

The little monkey looked at the cover of the book in his hand, extremely interested in it, nodding vigorously: "I will definitely cherish it."
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It was almost lunchtime.

Four men had already sat down at the table, where a pot of baijiu (Chinese liquor) was placed. They were already sipping their drinks with some snacks. "Luckily, the Living Yama isn't here, otherwise I really wouldn't dare to drink in front of him."

Drinking is forbidden in the military camp, and even on leave, one is filled with dread, especially just looking at the face of that living devil, which sends chills down one's spine.

“Who says otherwise? My wife told me that eating at the King of Hell’s house gave me a fright. I’d rather eat in the cafeteria than come here.”

Wen Ci helped bring some dishes to the table.

Zhu Jing rolled her eyes at the men and complained, "You guys are so carefree, you've already started drinking, but you don't even know how to help bring the food to the table?"

In front of Wen Ci, the group remained silent.

Although I don't know Wen Ci's temperament, the woman that the living Yama married must be someone whose temperament is very compatible with his. She's not someone to mess with!

Just as the men were about to stand up, Xiang Qin and the others brought the remaining dishes out of the kitchen. Each dish was served in two bowls, one on each side. Zhu Jing smiled broadly: "No more unnecessary words, eat your fill!"

Wen Ci picked up her soda and stood up: "I'd like to wish Sister Jing a happy birthday today!"

Her original plan was to buy a gift for Sister Zhu Jing at the mall when Haicheng ordered the water sleeve dance costume, as a birthday present for her.

However, the damage to the bus disrupted Wen Ci's original plans.

Zhu Jing and Wen Ci clinked their soda bottles together: "Thank you for your blessing, Wen Ci. I hope our lives will become more and more comfortable in the future."

Immediately, the group clinked glasses.

Zhu Jing pointed to the lean meat soup in the middle of the table and said, "Chicken soup is the most nutritious, but we didn't have any extra chicken, so I used ginseng to cook lean meat, which is just as good for nourishing the body."

Wen Ci: "..."

She rubbed her forehead, but not wanting to disappoint Sister Jing, she ladled out a bowl of soup with a spoon. The ginseng and lean pork soup was surprisingly delicious, with no strong medicinal taste at all.

Wen Ci's eyes gleamed slightly as she gave Zhu Jing a thumbs-up and said, "This soup tastes really good. Sister Jing, your cooking skills are amazing."

"Drink more if you like it."

Little Stone tugged at Wen Ci's sleeve, looked up, and asked in a childish voice, "Pretty sister, can I ride in your car?"

As soon as they entered the yard, they saw the old-fashioned bicycle. The little ones were especially excited, despite their parents' stern warnings.

They didn't dare get too close.

(End of this chapter)