Daily Life in the 70s

Then, when Shen Yiguang shifted his gaze to her feet again.

Yang Peimin quickly pulled him out the door with an understanding smile, "Come on, let’s go. Otherwise, the streaky pork you want to eat will be gone."

Though he was dragged out of the door, Shen Yiguang’s penetrating gaze still caught sight of his wife’s exquisitely delicate ankles in her white sandals, irresistibly attractive. Even a composed man like him couldn’t help but take a few extra glances, not to mention others... His expression immediately darkened.

Seeing his expression, Yang Peimin knew he was at it again. Such a stubborn, obsessive man, she pinched his waist and warned softly, "Don’t you start acting all domineering. I won’t allow it!"

Shen Yiguang sighed. In the countryside, women normally roll up their trouser legs and work in the fields; the phenomenon is quite common. He had never noticed any difference between the women’s and the men’s feet and had never paid attention before. Only now did he realize that some people’s ankles could be so attractive.

His gaze was profound, wishing he could keep her in his pocket and out of sight. Amidst these thoughts, he finally muttered, "Really, there’s no handling you."

Yang Peimin smiled in response.

Running into a neighbor, the neighbor brightened up on seeing Yang Peimin, "Oh, sister-in-law, where are you off to?"

The Red Army wife was chopping vegetables at the front door, looked up and saw them, and smiled, "That dress looks lovely on you."

Yang Peimin told her they were going for a meal.