Military husband hasn't returned home for two years? He reads his daughter's heartfelt wor

After seeing Cheng Baichuan off, Li Wanqing took Nuonuo to Deng Hongmei's house.

The choir has 12 children, so we need to prepare 12 sets of clothes.

All the clothes prepared by the troupe need to be altered to smaller sizes, and there are only two days left until the performance.

Only Sister Hongmei's family had a sewing machine, so Li Wanqing and Guo Chunxiang divided the work to help, trying to finish altering all the clothes within a day.

While Li Wanqing was busy, Nuonuo played quietly on the side, occasionally handing her mother something.

"Nono didn't go to the performing arts troupe yesterday, and Xiaowei looked disappointed when he got back," Guo Chunxiang said with a joking laugh, not feeling that there was anything wrong with embarrassing her own son.

Li Wanqing was both amused and exasperated. "Don't let Cheng Baichuan hear you say that, or he'll get angry with you."

Because of a joke made by Shao Wenzhao, that man became extremely wary of the three children in the Shao family.

Guo Chunxiang also thought of this and couldn't help but laugh, "Men, when they get childish, it's unbearable to watch!"

“That’s right!” Deng Hongmei laughed. “My husband, Lao Feng, is the same. The doctor forbids him from drinking, but he secretly drinks it.”

“Yesterday I confiscated the bottle of wine he had hidden, and poured it into the cooking in front of him.”

"He has a short temper; he hasn't spoken to me yet."

Li Wanqing's lips twitched, and she asked timidly, "Sister-in-law, what's the name of that wine?"

Deng Hongmei thought for a moment and said, "I don't recognize many characters either, I think it's called something like 'platform'?"

Li Wanqing: .....Moutai?

No wonder Political Commissar Feng was angry; his heart must be bleeding!

"Sister-in-law, you're really something! That wine must be expensive!" Guo Chunxiang exclaimed.

Deng Hongmei didn't care much. "It's just a dollar or two. Compared to Lao Feng's health, it's nothing."

“That’s not one or two yuan, it’s eight yuan,” Guo Chunxiang said quietly.

Deng Hongmei's foot, which was pressing the sewing machine, paused, and she screamed in surprise, "What did you say?"

"That little bit of horse urine costs 8 yuan!"

Nuonuo was startled by Deng Hongmei's voice and quickly hid next to her mother.

Guo Chunxiang covered her mouth and laughed, "Now you know how to be considerate, don't you, sister-in-law!"

"My God! Such expensive wine, and I used it to cook!" Deng Hongmei clutched her chest in anger and cursed, "You bastard surnamed Feng, how dare you hide money from me!"

"Sister-in-law, there must be some misunderstanding," Li Wanqing advised. She always felt that Political Commissar Feng wasn't that kind of person.

He was a well-known henpecked husband in the military region, and he often said things like "A real man listens to his wife."

Deng Hongmei took a deep breath, "I doubt he would dare, but I actually used such expensive wine in cooking..."

The more Deng Hongmei thought about it, the more she wanted to cry; it was such a waste of things.

Li Wanqing and Guo Chunxiang exchanged a glance and both smiled.

My sister-in-law is unhappy. If Political Commissar Feng comes back, things will definitely be terrible!

Around noon, Li Wanqing and Guo Chunxiang both went home.

When they got home, Cheng Baichuan hadn't returned yet, but they did run into Xiao Wu.

"Sister-in-law, the battalion commander said he's going to the division headquarters and won't be back for lunch."

Li Wanqing found it strange that Cheng Baichuan's leg hadn't even recovered yet, so how could he have already started taking on missions?

He's always out and about; he doesn't look like someone who's recovering from an injury at all!

Li Wanqing gently lifted Nuonuo's chin and said with a smile, "Looks like it'll just be the two of us for lunch today. What should we eat?"

Nono couldn't stand the tickling, and while dodging, she giggled.

After the mother and daughter finished their afternoon nap, when they went out, Cheng Baichuan still hadn't returned, and Li Wanqing couldn't help but frown.

She felt that Cheng Baichuan had been acting strangely these past two days, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong.

After lunch, Li Wanqing took Nuonuo to Deng Hongmei's place. Guo Chunxiang also came, along with her four-year-old son.

Guo Chunxiang has three sons: her eldest son, Shao Xingguo, is 8 years old and in the third grade; her second son, Shao Xingbang, is 6 years old and in the first grade; and her youngest son, Shao Xing'an, is 4 years old and has not yet started school.

"Third brother, take your sister out to play. Don't bully her, or your dad will beat you up!" Guo Chunxiang warned.

Shao Xing'an shrank his neck, nodded, and said loudly, "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of my sister."

His small frame couldn't withstand the "love" of his father's fist.

"Come on, little sister, big brother will take you to play hopscotch." Shao Xing'an grabbed Nuonuo's hand and ran towards the yard, afraid that his mother would find an opportunity to complain if he was even a step too late.

"Why didn't you bring the child this morning?" Deng Hongmei asked.

Guo Chunxiang laughed and said, "Do you think I didn't want to? I disappeared without a trace after breakfast!"

It was only after Shao Wenzhao heard that Li Wanqing had brought her daughter that he managed to catch this brat; otherwise, he would have disappeared long ago.

In the morning, the cutting was completed, but since there was only one sewing machine, the others had to sew by hand.

Li Wanqing originally didn't know how to sew, but she had learned some needlework skills during the two years the original owner spent at the Cheng family.

After getting used to a few stitches, the movements became more skillful.

Looking at the neatly stitched clothes in her hands, Li Wanqing couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Her hands-on skills were quite good!

Next time I can buy some fabric and make my own clothes.

The three of them worked quite quickly, and by around 3 p.m., they had finished altering 12 sets of clothes, and each of them was also given a hat with a red five-pointed star on it.

"We've secured first place in the military region this time," Guo Chunxiang said excitedly.

Deng Hongmei smiled and said, "Be modest, it hasn't even started yet."

As she spoke, Deng Hongmei looked worried again, "By the way, should these children wear makeup? I noticed that all the soldiers in the cultural troupe, both men and women, seem to be wearing makeup."

Whether it looks good or not, at least it makes you look energetic!

But the performing arts troupe doesn't have dedicated makeup artists; everyone does their own makeup. If they agree to this deal with the third troupe, other troupes will definitely follow suit.

At that time, the entire backstage area will probably be in complete chaos, and they might not be able to take care of those children at all!

"Is there no one among your sisters-in-law who knows how to do makeup?" Li Wanqing asked, frowning.

Although this era values ​​simplicity, performing on stage without makeup always results in a less impressive performance.

She does know how, but cosmetics are limited in this era, especially makeup, so she's not sure what kind of look she can achieve.

“I remember Old Xu’s wife knew how to do it, didn’t she?” Guo Chunxiang said. “I even saw her put on makeup.”

"No! No!" Deng Hongmei waved her hand. "She's a military wife from the 3rd Regiment of the 2nd Division. She definitely won't help us."

"Besides, look at the monkey butt makeup she usually wears. Do you want her to put it on your son's face?"

Guo Chunxiang thought about the scene and immediately shuddered. "Forget it, forget it, forget it."

She was afraid that her boss would be angry. If she had a long face throughout the entire performance, how could she get a good ranking?

"How about I do it?" Li Wanqing raised her hand and said, "Although it might not be done very well, it definitely won't look like a monkey's butt."