He Teng left for the military base early to buy these things, and the Commissar’s family was aware, so the Commissar’s wife knew that letting He Zhilan pretend to be angry wouldn’t work anymore, otherwise, He Teng would find out that she and Old Chen definitely talked too much.
He Zhilan shook her head, "It’s just been a week, and the Mimosa has grown a lot taller, who would’ve thought, this grass grows so fast."
"It’s not that it’s grown fast, this is clearly a different plant." As she said this, the Commissar’s wife recounted the events of He Teng coming to her last night, and also described just how anxious he was at the time.
Hearing this, He Zhilan couldn’t help but burst out laughing, "Was my brother really that anxious?"
"Wasn’t he just about dying of anxiety?" the Commissar’s wife laughed, "Old Chen said, we’ll definitely be able to drink to your and He Teng’s wedding banquet soon. Your years of fussing have not been in vain, just look at how much He Teng cares about you now. He’s just a reticent type, who keeps things to himself and doesn’t talk about it, liking to keep everything bottled up in his own heart."
He Zhilan’s eyes curved, her watery gaze brimming with mirth.
Because He Zhilan was there, He Teng consciously came back for lunch, and after entering the door and not facing a barrage of questions from He Zhilan, the alarm in his heart was lifted, and he also secretly thought his method was rather clever.
He Zhilan served up three dishes and a soup, glanced at He Teng standing by the window, called him over for the meal, and when He Teng walked over, she quickly grabbed his hand and, standing on tiptoes, gave a light peck on He Teng’s lips.
"Brother, you’re so good!" This kiss was something He Zhilan planted spontaneously, just a fleeting touch before pulling away, but at this moment, the happiness in her heart was so real.
"Making a fuss again? Hurry up and eat!" He Teng immediately scolded her with a stern face, thinking to himself that she must be thanking him for taking care of the flowers and plants, right?
At this moment, He Teng was even more grateful that he had thought of such a good method overnight; otherwise, if He Zhilan really knew that he had killed her four beloved plants, she would probably have been upset enough to cry.
Being scolded by He Teng didn’t reduce the smile on He Zhilan’s face by even a bit. She nodded and served He Teng soup with special attentiveness.
It was then that He Teng asked about He Zhilan’s work over the week.
Upon mentioning her work, He Zhilan involuntarily sighed, "Being a teacher is completely different from what I imagined!"
"Are you unhappy with the job?" He Teng became somewhat concerned upon seeing this, as this was the first time He Zhilan had aired her grievances to him in such a tone.
"It’s hard to say if I’m happy or not, but I always feel like I’m doing something particularly meaningless, even wasting time. In high school curricula, English is not a core subject, and not everyone is as interested in English as I was, so they don’t study English seriously like I did in high school, wishing to cram everything the teacher knows into their own brain," He Zhilan pursed her lips, "During my class, most people are doing other things, and I myself find it especially uninspiring, like a storyteller without a single patron."
In the past, He Zhilan didn’t have this feeling when she was in the countryside, perhaps because she was always in advanced classes, so even if there were only two or three English lessons a week, everyone listened very attentively in class.