Though it’s understood that a couple’s earnings are shared, for a man, there’s still a reluctance to spend his wife’s money on any household expense. It makes him uneasy inside.
Deep down in a man’s heart, he is always concerned about these matters, preferring not to have his wife be more capable than himself.
Seeing Luo Zhiyong’s beaming smile, Fang Pingying could tell that no matter how much she earned in the future, the household expenses should primarily use Luo Zhiyong’s salary. Her money could be saved, only to be used in ergencies when needed.
Luo Zhiyong went to the kitchen to cook noodles, and Fang Pingying got up to get dressed.
In October, aside from mornings and evenings, the dayti wasn’t too cold.
Fang Pingying wore a slightly thicker undershirt and the new dress she had made herself.
The dress was styled after one she had seen in a shop in the county. It had a pinched waist, and both the collar and the hem were designed like a small blazer. Fang Pingying felt that long dresses looked a bit aging, so she intentionally made it a short style and matched it with slim-fit pants. This outfit was simple yet stylish for the ti.
Plus, Fang Pingying had undone the two braids that usually rested on her shoulders and tied her hair into a high ponytail. Due to the bouncy effect from braiding, she appeared more youthful and playful, resembling a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.
But Fang Pingying was indeed only twenty-one this year, a young girl indeed.
Walking out of the room, she happened to et Luo Zhiyong coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles. Luo Zhiyong’s eyes were glued to Fang Pingying, and he didn’t put down the bowl, just standing there, staring at her without blinking.
Fang Pingying gave him an admonishing look, took the noodles from him, and laughed, "What’s the matter, is there sothing wrong with this dress?"
It was too suitable. The dress had a loose fit where it needed and was perfectly cinched at the waist, showcasing Fang Pingying’s beautiful figure, completely different from the baggy clothes she used to wear at ho.
For so reason, Luo Zhiyong suddenly beca reluctant to let his wife wear such an attractive dress, or maybe he just wanted her to look good only for his eyes, not for others to see.
But it would make him seem petty if a grown man like him voiced such thoughts, so he frowned and said, "Isn’t this the cloth you tore at ho? How did it turn into this dress?"
Fang Pingying could naturally tell that Luo Zhiyong was extrely pleased with her in the dress, but she playfully asked him, "What, doesn’t it look nice?"
"It’s not that, it’s just..." Luo Zhiyong started to say, then abruptly stopped, unsure of how to express what was on his mind.
Fang Pingying chuckled silently to herself, pretending to stand up and go back inside the room, "So, should I change into another one?"
"No need, it’s fine like this, looks good," Luo Zhiyong thought it wasn’t really necessary to change, and indeed, his wife looked very beautiful in the dress. It felt like a waste not to wear it out.
"Let’s eat first, and after the al, we’ll go to the market to buy things." However, after a few bites of noodles, he muttered under his breath,
"And next ti, make the clothes a bit bigger, the waist is too tight."
Fang Pingying finally couldn’t help but burst into laughter and mimicked his muttering, "Stingy man."
Luo Zhiyong was aware of what Fang Pingying ant, but he didn’t want to discuss this issue openly, feeling that it sounded petty, so he pretended not to hear Fang Pingying and continued to eat his noodles.
After breakfast, Fang Pingying stood up to wash the dishes and utensils, but Luo Zhiyong took them from her hands, saying, "Take a look around and see what we’re missing at ho. I’ll buy it all together today."
Fang Pingying let him do as he wanted and looked around herself.
In fact, besides the lack of food, they already had most of the other things. The only purchases needed were so daily necessities. Additionally, Fang Pingying planned to get so fabric to sew things like quilt covers and bedsheets.
What Luo Zhiyong had been using were all issued by the army, and Fang Pingying felt that those quilt covers were a bit stiff and the colors were too solemn. She planned to sew her own quilt covers, pillowcases, and bedsheets.
She didn’t plan to buy very high-quality fabrics, so it wouldn’t cost much, but there was a problem—there wasn’t a sewing machine here.
However, Fang Pingying thought it over and considered borrowing one from soone in the military spouses’ compound when the ti ca. If she couldn’t borrow one, she would just have them sewn elsewhere. It was still much cheaper than buying new bedsheets and the like.
By the ti Luo Zhiyong finished washing up and they left the house, it was almost nine in the morning.
This was the busiest ti in the military spouses’ compound, where the family mbers were playing with their children on the open ground at the base of the building.
It was possible that soone in the compound had heard about Luo Zhiyong’s wife arriving yesterday. As soon as the two of them ca downstairs, all eyes were on them, and so of the won were whispering to each other.
But several n who were chatting nearby imdiately ca over to greet them, and Luo Zhiyong introduced Fang Pingying to them.
She rembered eting Huang Lin yesterday.
Another one was very tall, looking a couple of years older than Luo Zhiyong, nad Su Wensheng, who seed to be an instructor in the army.
Another one was slight of build but looked honest and reliable; his na was Zhang Wei and appeared to be around the sa age as Luo Zhiyong.
Each one looked older than Fang Pingying, and they all addressed her as "Sister-in-law," making her feel extrely embarrassed. She wasn’t sure if she should respond and just mumbled a few acknowledgnts.
Just then, Xiao Juzi, who Fang Pingying had t the night before, was chatting with a few won. Seeing Fang Pingying greeting the n, she quickly ca over with a smile and introduced Fang Pingying to the won, saying, "This is Camp Chief Luo’s wife. My husband told to call her Sister Fang. Doesn’t Sister Fang look pretty? I didn’t deceive you guys, did I?"
As soon as Xiao Juzi finished speaking, a petite and genteel-looking woman imdiately replied with a smile, "She is pretty, just like a delicate young girl of seventeen or eighteen."
After that, she reached out with her child to say to Fang Pingying, "Sister-in-law, I live next door to you. I heard about your arrival yesterday, but it was too late, so I didn’t get to greet you in ti. I hope you won’t take offense."
The woman who said this was Zhang Wei’s wife, Luo Chun, who looked refined and straightforward, seemingly very easy to talk to.
Upon hearing this, Fang Pingying imdiately smiled and waved her hand, "It’s my first day here, and I should have been the one to greet you all. But it was quite late when I arrived yesterday, and I missed the chance. I was just thinking of visiting everyone today when I had free ti."
"Sister-in-law, my house is near the stairwell. I also heard so noise yesterday, but my child was asleep, so I didn’t co out to ask," said the instructor’s wife, Zhou Qiulan.
She seed quite cultured, with a pair of glasses on her nose and a slightly plump figure, yet possessed a warm aura.
When won get together, no matter how shy they may be at first, once soone starts a conversation, the others start to loosen up too. Soon, all the won in the courtyard ca up to greet Fang Pingying with a warm attitude.
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