"So that's what's going on."
Another soldier nodded, looking thoughtful.
Looking at the dazzling array of dishes in Xing Yuandong's lunchbox, everyone couldn't help but swallow hard.
They imagined what it would be like if their own wives learned the Village Chief's Wife's amazing cooking skills.
'How wonderful would that be!'
'I have to tell my wife tonight to get on good terms with the village chief's wife!'
Fei Jin happened to be passing by the training grounds.
Song Qingya had just dropped off his lunch by bicycle and left in a hurry.
Before she left, she mentioned she was going back to continue teaching the neighbors how to make pastries.
Just as Fei Jin arrived, lunchbox in hand, he heard all the soldiers shout in unison—
"Thank you, Village Chief!"
At first, he couldn't make heads or tails of it.
He had no idea what had happened.
