Chapter 37: A Man Who’s Easy to Get Along With

Wen Yanyan had finished making lunch.

She steamed a pot of rice, made spicy chicken feet, and stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots.

Considering there were only two people at home, two dishes were enough. Leftovers weren’t healthy, and she’d already set the table, waiting for Nan Fangjue to return.

Unexpectedly, when he came home, he was followed by another tall man with peach blossom eyes—a soldier.

Wen Yanyan knew him, or rather, the original owner did.

This soldier was Lin Sinan, the third son of Commander Lin, the army commander. He was a battalion commander and served in the same unit as Nan Fangjue. But why was he here?

Seeing him, Wen Yanyan recalled something that happened to the original owner.

Three months ago, on the day the original owner and Nan Fangjue registered their marriage, Lin Sinan and Nan Fangjue had been arguing and talking.

Because she was far away, she couldn’t hear what they said, but she noticed Nan Fangjue’s unpleasant expression.

After a while, Nan Fangjue separated from Lin Sinan, went to the original owner, and then together they went to the marriage registry.

Now Wen Yanyan understood. Lin Sinan had been trying to stop Nan Fangjue from marrying the original owner.

…

“This is my comrade and friend, Lin Sinan. He’s just dropping by.”

Nan Fangjue introduced the guest.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Wen Yanyan. You’re quite handsome,” she said, extending her hand. She wasn’t the original owner; she was a time traveler with a broad mind and wouldn’t be petty.

Lin Sinan hesitated before shaking her hand, but only for a second, retracting it as if he’d been electrocuted.

“You’re too kind. I’m just average-looking.”

He didn’t dare admit to being handsome in front of Nan Fangjue.

“You’re just in time. Dinner’s ready. Please stay and eat. I’ll serve you some rice,” she said, picking up an empty bowl.

As a hostess, she had to be polite.

“No need to bother,”

Lin Sinan said.

Huh?

No need to bother?

Wen Yanyan paused. Did he mean he wasn’t going to eat? Or was he just being polite? It was fine if he didn’t eat; she hadn’t made enough for him anyway.

Just as she was thinking this, Lin Sinan snatched the bowl. “I’ll serve myself,” he said, heading towards the rice.

Wen Yanyan was stunned.

This man was so easy to get along with.

The question was, why was Lin Sinan, who originally had reservations about Wen Yanyan, so proactive?

Because as soon as he entered, he saw the spicy chicken feet on the table.

The dish looked appetizing—red and sprinkled with green onion.

…

Nan Fangjue had already sat down. Seeing Lin Sinan return with a mountain of rice, he said, “Couldn’t you have served yourself less?”

“More efficient,”

Lin Sinan pulled out a chair, sat down, and grabbed a chicken foot, eating and talking at the same time.

“My mother used to make this. It’s delicious. Let me try yours. Is this boneless?”

He chewed, swallowed, and gave a thumbs up.

“Honestly, yours is better than my mother’s. It’s so spicy and numbing. Your knife skills are also good. It’s not easy to debone these, right?”

“If you like it, eat more. Deboning takes a bit of effort.”

Everyone likes compliments, and Wen Yanyan was no exception, but Lin Sinan’s praise wasn’t entirely reliable; he was smooth-talking and exaggerating. She needed Nan Fangjue’s opinion.

“What do you think?” she asked, looking at Nan Fangjue, who hadn’t spoken.

“Okay,” he replied, using only two words.

“Just okay?” she pressed.

“It’s okay,” he added two more words this time.

“Okay, okay,” Wen Yanyan conceded, giving up. She picked up her chopsticks, then froze.

In a short time, half the dishes were gone.

Lin Sinan had eaten them all. The guest seemed to really enjoy the food.

Wen Yanyan looked at her almost untouched bowl of rice. She was glad she was on a diet and ate less, otherwise, the food wouldn’t have been enough.

…

After the meal, Lin Sinan stood up. “I’m full. Your cooking is great. Thanks. Fang Jue, I’ll head back to the dorm. Wen Yanyan, goodbye.”

“Goodbye,” Wen Yanyan replied.

She also noticed his address—he called her by her name, not sister-in-law.

It seemed he still had strong feelings about the original owner, even after eating her meal.

While cleaning up, she saw only a little sauce left in the two dish plates.

No leftovers tonight. She wouldn’t make too few dishes in the future, since someone would be coming over for dinner.

…

After washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen, she returned to the room.

The housework division was just a momentary outburst. She wouldn’t let Nan Fangjue wash dishes.

It was just a few dishes; it wasn’t tiring. He was exhausted from his daily physical training.

Since they were living together, they should treat each other sincerely.

Back in the room, she found Nan Fangjue standing by the table, reading the foreign novel she had just bought.

“Are you full?” she asked, worried he hadn’t eaten enough since Lin Sinan had eaten almost all the food.

“Yes,” Nan Fangjue looked back at her. “Is this book yours?”

“Yeah, I just bought it to pass the time. It’s a bit expensive; five yuan originally, four yuan after a 20% discount. I bought it with the money I earned from selling mushrooms,” Wen Yanyan explained.