Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s
Chapter 562 Are You Jealous?

Chapter 562: Chapter 562 Are You Jealous?

"I certainly wouldn’t be able to. I don’t have the time for that!" Feng Chunhua waved her hand dismissively, "I work in the fields in the village, and if I got all dolled up, wouldn’t the villagers laugh me to death?"

"How you look in the village doesn’t matter; Yang Dahe can’t see you there anyway. But now that you’re in the army, look at what the other officers’ wives are wearing. Although they’re not necessarily very pretty or expensive, they at least look neat and tidy, making one feel comfortable at a glance. Now look at what you’re wearing?"

"I..." Feng Chunhua thought there might be some truth to that.

"Look at the staff officer’s young wife. She’s young, isn’t she? Pretty, isn’t she? Look at what she wears—neat and shapely; whenever she passes by any soldier, don’t they all look up to take another glance?" Zhang Guifang continued, "You, you really have never understood men. Do you think their minds are filled with nothing but training every day? Wrong! When they get together, they gossip about their wives and compare their children. Look around, does anyone, like your Dahe, just go home after work? Do you think that’s a good thing?"

Everyone else was comparing wives! And what about Yang Dahe? With a wife like this, and a child raised by such a wife, could his heart be at ease?

That’s why he never mingles with the others!

Logically speaking, he’s also one of the leaders in the regiment with a fairly high rank, accustomed to his orders being followed in the army, but this wife of his made him hang his head.

He missed his first love dearly.

Thus, the more he reminisced about the past, the more he couldn’t stand Feng Chunhua.

But Feng Chunhua had heard somewhere that military marriages couldn’t end in divorce.

So, from being cautious at first, she had become brazen.

"I’m talking to you, do you hear me?" Zhang Guifang said, noticing her drifting off in thought, and nudged her.

"Ah? Who said that? My Dahe runs home because he misses his son. Isn’t Staff Officer Qin also someone who doesn’t hang out with the group?" Feng Chunhua was quite satisfied with herself.

"Can the Staff Officer Qin’s situation be compared to your Dahe’s?" Zhang Guifang was truly exasperated by Feng Chunhua’s inexplicable self-confidence, "Staff Officer Qin is newlywed, in the prime of his life, and full of youthful vigor. His young wife is fresh, tender, and charming, making anyone who sees her feel itchy inside. Not just men—even as a woman, how do you feel when you see her?"

"How do I feel?" Feng Chunhua sneered, "I want to strangle her! Such a little vixen!"

"That’s jealousy," Zhang Guifang criticized her.

"Aren’t you jealous?"

"I... am jealous too," Zhang Guifang admitted frankly, "I just saw her downstairs earlier, wearing a light blue long dress, swinging as she walked. It was really pretty. Youth is wonderful."

"And those two big breasts! They look so puffed up and annoying!" Feng Chunhua could in no way approve of An Hao.

"Your good?" Zhang Guifang glanced at Feng Chunhua and couldn’t resist mocking her, "If it’s because you’re chubby, then you’re like a shriveled flour sack."

"Enough already," Feng Chunhua said, irritated, "Did you come back just to annoy me?"

Zhang Guiying slapped her thigh, "Look what you’ve done to me; I forgot the real business. I brought you some homemade dried tofu from our village. Try it; it’s great for making cold dishes in the summer."

As soon as she heard it was something to eat, Feng Chunhua brightened up, "Okay. Thank you, Guiying!"

"What for? We’re from neighboring hometowns, and we get along well, don’t we?"

"Indeed, indeed."

Since the delivery was made and it was getting late, Zhang Guiying bade farewell to Feng Chunhua. As she went upstairs, she smelled a delicious scent wafting through the hallway.