Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

Even after returning to her old home, Feng Qingxue dressed like a rural housewife, but her looks and temperament made her stand out from the crowd. Chen Yuan and Liao Aidang, these so-called city dwellers, had rarely seen someone as outstanding as her. They couldn’t help but marvel at Wanglou Brigade’s truly remarkable people. In the last two months at the Wanglou Brigade, the local middle-aged and elderly comrades they met were all dignified and eloquent. Wang Dachun waved to his cousin, "You go ahead with your busy schedule. It’s getting dark, and I need to hurry to the educated youth point to arrange things for the new arrivals."

As Wang Zhengguo grew older, many of the brigade’s affairs had been handed over to his eldest son.

Feng Qingxue had just responded when Wang Dachun immediately added, "I just bumped into Xibao. He said he wanted to eat stir-fried eggs at noon, either chicken, goose, or duck eggs would do, preferably fried with chili peppers. He asked me to pass the message to you."

"This kid, actually ordering dishes for himself?" Feng Qingxue muttered to herself.

The chili seedlings had been planted not long ago and had yet to bear chilis, so upon returning home, Feng Qingxue soaked some glass noodles in hot water, cut some red chili pepper segments, and stir-fried a dish of glass noodles with eggs. When it was time to eat, Xibao carried it to the cattle shed.

"Grandpa is eating eggs, and there’s spicy chili!" Xibao certainly didn’t forget that Zhou Fengchun had said he enjoyed spicy scrambled eggs.

Zhou Fengchun couldn’t help but feel touched because Xibao kept having someone make scrambled eggs for them every few days over the past year, adding chili peppers to the dish. Xibao couldn’t eat spicy food, so naturally, it benefited the few old folks.

They usually benefited from Xibao’s presence, which always improved their meals, but it was the scrambled eggs that brought them the greatest warmth.

"My mom made this, it’s really tasty!" Xibao set the glass noodle and egg dish on the table, turning back only to see Feng Qingxue entering with a basket, "Mom, I brought grandpa the eggs. What are you carrying?"