Chapter 1103: No Hope for Promotion
There’s no point in getting angry without a solution.
"Everyone has their destiny, and worrying won’t help."
Ruan Fangfang didn’t like to hear Ma Mei say that, "That’s because it hasn’t happened to you. I just don’t believe that, given your temperament, if An Hao one day took a dump on your neck, you would still tolerate her."
"Can you not disgust people with your talk? We’re in the middle of cooking here, and you’re talking about shitting," Ma Mei glared at her.
Hen Zhiyuan yelled from the living room, "Even cooking has to come with grumbling. What’s there to talk about? Can we still have dinner? If I knew cooking was such a drag, I would have just eaten at the military canteen and come back."
"Alright! The dish is ready; it’ll be on the table right away." Ma Mei responded, then poked Ruan Fangfang, who was standing beside and causing a ruckus, "You go set the table and serve the rice."
The dishes were quite plentiful, with four dishes and one soup, and both fish and meat, but Hen Zhiyuan had no appetite at all.
After a few bites, he put down his chopsticks and ladled himself a bowl of soup from the pot.
"If you’re feeling really bored, you might as well pay a visit to Colonel Guan’s house," Ma Mei couldn’t stand it and said to him, "Even if he can’t help you with anything, it would still be good for you to ease your mind."
"That makes sense," Hen Zhiyuan quickly finished his soup in a few gulps, picked up his clothes from the clothes rack, put them on, and left the house.
Colonel Guan’s house was a small two-story building in the best location of the neighborhood. It took about twenty minutes to walk there from the family buildings.