Chapter 310 Different
Yang PeiMin felt that after hosting the meal, things were a bit different. The Military Wives and neighbors grew warmer and more cordial toward her, willing to talk things over face-to-face and promptly relay any negative gossip about herself.
"Old Mrs. Cui just couldn’t keep her mouth shut again. Didn’t we not invite her that day? Recently, she’s been dragging people into this matter, talking about how stingy and petty we are, such pitiful talks about her two little grandsons who have never eaten meat... But hey, we just listen and forget it. Who doesn’t know that we have our limitations too, and things need to be handled appropriately? Her son is stationed in our camp, but do they have the face to complain? With so many elderly and children, and it wasn’t even a feast for drinks. Didn’t they take some leftover meat and dishes home? Everyone got a couple of bites, right? Some people are just never satisfied, always wanting to eat your whole cow."
Yang PeiMin shook her head and chuckled. She had expected such idle gossip from Mrs. Cui, and thanked the Military Wife who had reported it to her, "Don’t mind it; it was because of the wedding that we didn’t invite you over for a meal... I was thinking, with the New Year coming and the year coming to an end, a gathering meal is needed... Sorry I couldn’t make everyone happy..."
The Military Wife comforted her, "You’re just too polite. It’s old Mrs. Cui who’s thick-faced. This matter... it’s only your family that handled it with dignity. Everyone knows you’re pregnant, we understand this, so we won’t bother about those people."
Yang PeiMin smiled and nodded.
As for others who seemed different, there was Shen Yixiang.
She noticed that Yixiang seemed distracted, often sitting there lost in thought, knitting a sweater but then stopping midway, her mind apparently wandering off somewhere.
Yang PeiMin sat down beside her and couldn’t help asking, "Yixiang, are you troubled by something?"
Shen Yixiang snapped out of her reverie and shook her head, "What could I possibly be troubled by? Nothing at all."
"No troubles, yet you’re so absentminded? Look at what you’ve knitted?"