Daily Life in the 70s

"Oh, what are you all doing here?"

The door wasn’t closed, just slightly ajar, and someone pushed it open from the outside.

It was Dahua, who came hurriedly in three steps merging into two, as if she had discovered a new continent. She examined Yang PeiMin and Wen Qing, "What’s this, putting on a grand play, or what?"

The Red Army wife explained to her with a chuckling smile.

Dahua’s gaze twinkled as she looked at Wen Qing, and then she turned to Yang PeiMin, "Sis, how come you know how to do this too? You’re really capable, Camp Commander Shen is so lucky to have married you. You’re good-looking and so capable!"

Yang PeiMin laughed, "Sis, your compliments are making me blush. What are you up to?" Usually, when people greeted each other, they started with the same two questions: ’Have you eaten?’ or ’Where are you off to?’

Dahua didn’t stand on ceremony and grabbed a chair for herself, explaining as she sat down, "Not much, isn’t there a piece of wasteland behind us? I asked the logistics side, and they said it’s of no use for now, so anyone who wants to open it up for a vegetable garden can do so. That’s what I was looking at just now on the way back."

Then, as she saw Yang PeiMin applying eyeliner to Wen Qing, she couldn’t help but halt her chatting, clicking her tongue and exclaiming, "Oh my, you can draw inside the eyes too? Isn’t that dangerous? It looks terrifying."