Quick Wear: After Revenge, I and the Immortal King Renew Our Relationship

When Song Zhaodi came to the door, An Yan had just finished drying seafood with He Jiaojiao and was chatting downstairs.

Since then, she went fishing several more times and each time she returned with a full load.

She thought she should write a letter home to tell them that she was living well here and to reassure them.

A letter alone is too little, so I'll send a package back with them so they can also taste the seafood that is rarely seen in Songjia Village.

When An Yan wrote the letter, she also included a recipe for dried seafood and a detailed recipe. Song Anyu could read it to them. She could almost imagine her grandmother showing off to the villagers.

Since we had to send it to the Song family, we naturally had to send it to the Rong family as well. So in the end, we ended up drying a lot of it. Fortunately, they lived in a small bungalow, so the roof was just right for drying it.

Seeing how thoughtful she was, He Jiaojiao felt that she should also send some back to her parents' and in-laws' families, so she also joined in the action of drying seafood.

She brought two large golden mangoes from home and shared them with Anyan, saying casually, "There are a lot of seafood and fruits on our island, but it's a pity that transportation is inconvenient, so they can't eat them."

An Yan stood up. Although fresh mangoes wouldn't work, dried mangoes would definitely work! "Sister-in-law, do you want to dry the mangoes in the sun?"

"Dried mangoes?" Although He Jiaojiao had some doubts, she stood up immediately out of trust in An Yan's cooking skills. "Let's go. My two mango trees are full of mangoes. Let's pick them all and dry them for dinner."

The two of them were preparing to go to He Jiaojiao's house together. When An Yan opened the door, Song Zhaodi's hand, which was about to knock on the door, stopped in mid-air. Both of them were stunned.

An Yan asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

Song Zhaodi passed the pot of hodgepodge forward, smiling warmly, as if they were best friends. "Yanyan, we've been neighbors since childhood, and we're lucky enough to marry in the same place. We're all unfamiliar with this place, so we should take care of each other."

Seeing that An Yan frowned and had no special reaction, Song Zhaodi glanced at an unfamiliar person in her room. Thinking that there were many people watching the fun outside, she calmed down.

She raised her voice deliberately. "I know you've been spoiled since you were little. You never help with housework or even go into the kitchen. I was worried you wouldn't be used to the food on the island, so I brought some over for you."

"No, thank you." An Yan closed the door.

Song Zhaodi put on a lecture, "Yanyan, we're all military wives now. Our husbands work hard out there. If you eat in the cafeteria every day, how much will it cost? We women should be frugal and manage the household well. You should learn how to cook, too. How about I teach you?"

Song Zhaodi felt that the way Song Anyan and the people around her looked at her was a little strange, and no one around agreed. This shouldn't be right. Shouldn't everyone come out to praise her and condemn Song Anyan?

An Yan smiled softly, "Why do you think your cooking skills are better than the cafeteria chef's? Who gave you the confidence? Are you qualified to teach me?"

Song Zhaodi's eyes were red, and she felt wronged. "I also have good intentions. I want to persuade you not to be lazy and indulge in pleasure all the time, and to take care of the family a little more."

"Hey, you're such a person who spreads rumors as soon as you open your mouth!" He Jiaojiao couldn't help it.

"Everyone come and take a look! Someone is slandering our kind new military wife." He Jiaojiao has lived on the island for many years. Everyone knows what kind of person she is, and her words are convincing.

They had originally come to watch the fun, but now they came over openly to watch. A large crowd gathered around. He Jiaojiao pointed at Song Zhaodi and said, "Say what you just said again loudly!"

Song Zhaodi had a bad feeling for some reason, but she said stubbornly, "Did I say anything wrong? Yanyan doesn't do housework at home. I'm worried about her married life, so I came here to help her."

"Help her? You call it helping Yanyan to just accuse her of something? If your words get out, people who don't know the truth will think you're so kind and Yanyan is so mean! Are you trying to step on Yanyan to highlight your own goodness?"

He Jiaojiao snorted coldly, "Everyone, please judge for yourself. This person pointed at Yanyan's nose and scolded her for being lazy and ignorant. Isn't this nonsense and a bad reputation for her?"

She opened the door of Anyan's house, allowing them to see the clean and tidy courtyard inside. "Our Yanyan takes care of it so well. She is such a hardworking and capable girl! Moreover, Yanyan is a non-staff member of the cafeteria certified by Chef Qiu, and she even applied for a reward!"

Someone said, "That's right, Comrade Song's cooking is delicious! I ordered the seafood in sauce at the cafeteria today, and my children love it. Comrade Song, thank you for selflessly sharing the recipe with the cafeteria."

"Exactly. Unlike some people, they hide it and say it's a secret recipe that can't be shared with anyone. It doesn't smell or taste that good!"

"Impossible! How could she cook?" Song Zhaodi said in disbelief.

An Yan asked back, "Why not? Are you the only one in this world who can cook?"

"This is too domineering! What kind of logic is this!" Everyone blamed Song Zhaodi.

Someone else stabbed her in the heart, "Deputy Battalion Commander Fang's family, you can't try to stir up trouble in other families just because your own family is unhappy!"

Song Zhaodi was struck by lightning and suddenly became excited. "You are talking nonsense. Who is unhappy? Who is jealous of Song Anyan? I am living a much better life than her!"

An Yan stepped forward to stop Song Zhaodi from striking, "Zhaodi, calm down!" Then, in a low voice that only she could hear, she said, "Doing a comparison, is it fun?"

Song Zhaodi froze in place, a chill rising from her bones sweeping over her entire body. How could she know?

We are all people with eyes, and we can see that this person is clearly jumping up and down because his sore spot has been hit. It's really funny. He still wants to slander others. He is so shameless!

Comrade Song is different. He is so kind that he still wants to comfort her even when he is hurt.

Song Zhaodi suddenly screamed, dropped the basin, covered her face and ran away, leaving everyone looking at each other in confusion.

An Yan knew, because she heard the voice of the control group system, that this time the punishment was to lose the effect of Jianshui Qiutong. Tsk, there were no big eyes anymore!

The main actors in the opera had already run away, and the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.

Several young military wives hesitated, "Comrade Song, can I ask how you protect your skin? We also want fair and tender skin."

An Yan pointed to the coconut trees not far away and said, "Use coconut oil to protect your skin and hair."

He boldly leaned in to admire her skin, and a blush appeared on her face as he smelled a fragrance. "Really? It's the scent of coconut."

"It takes a little time to refine coconut oil, but I still have quite a bit. You can use it first. I'll tell you how to make it, and you can try it yourself next time."

The young military wives were delighted, "Thank you so much! You are such a good person!"

After seeing them off, An Yan hurried to He Jiaojiao's house and went to pick mangoes together.