He Zhilan nodded, "Hmm," it was no wonder the families she had encountered when she first arrived at the Political Commissar’s house had looked at her so strangely. It was all due to these ridiculous rumors.
"He Teng, he has a reserved personality. He’s heard these rumors, but he dismisses them. As long as he doesn’t take them to heart, it doesn’t matter. Besides, the reason for your divorce, you two know best. It isn’t an unsolvable conflict. You’re both still young, not without feelings for each other. So, let the past be the past. Then, live well together. That’s all there is to it!" The Commissar’s wife was really nagging her, "Honestly, I was worried this weekend that you wouldn’t come. If you didn’t, I would have feared that what you said were just excuses. Now that you’re here, I have peace of mind. I’m happy!"
"Sister-in-law, don’t worry, my brother and I will be fine!" He Zhilan smiled faintly. It was really easy to distinguish whether someone was truly concerned or just pretending. Just like the Commissar’s wife, her kindness towards her was indeed from the heart.
In fact, He Zhilan realized that she was incredibly lucky. Given a second chance at life, she could rewrite her marriage with He Teng and had such many caring friends.
"Isn’t it necessary?" The Commissar’s wife nodded and continued, "Many people in the Army learned about the divorce between you and He Teng. Other than wondering why you divorced, everyone thought of introducing their own sisters or cousins to He Teng. There were even those that asked Comrade Chen about what type of girl He Teng likes. In his annoyance, Comrade Chen plainly stated that He Teng only likes He Zhilan. That has finally made some people stop."
Chen Ya’nan somehow appeared at the kitchen door, eating out of her bowl, listening to the conversation in the kitchen. She then asked doubtfully, "Sister Zhilan, what do you mean by you and Uncle He will be fine? Does it mean you two will remarry after divorcing? No, it’s called re-marriage, isn’t it?"
"Yes, so stop matchmaking between your Aunt He and your homeroom teacher, don’t you know?" The Commissar’s wife retorted, scolding Chen Ya’nan.
"I, being a kid, indeed don’t get such adult matters! Remarrying after a divorce, how boring!" Chen Ya’nan shrugged her shoulders, turned around, and walked away nonchalantly.
Around noon, He Teng and Commissioner Chen entered the house together. The two were whispering to each other as they entered the house, seemingly discussing a military exercise or something.
Just then, He Zhilan was helping to serve the dumplings from the pot to the dining room. Upon seeing the two, she greeted, "Commissioner Chen, Brother!"
"It smells delicious. I could smell it from downstairs!" Commissioner Chen replied and went straight to the kitchen, leaving He Teng in the living room, "I could smell the fried chili downstairs!"
As the Commissar was originally from S Province, he loved spicy food. Fortunately, his wife was also keen on spicy food and had even fried some chili. The strong aroma from it could not only be smelled downstairs but could pervade the entire building.
Having five people sitting at the Commissar’s dining table brought some liveliness.
As there was more training in the afternoon, neither Commissioner Chen nor He Teng intended to drink. He Zhilan watched as Commissioner Chen dipped each dumpling in the chili sauce that his wife had made, and she couldn’t take her eyes off him.