Reborn in a virtual world, before the house was taken away

Chapter 497 Their house is too big!

Their small courtyard kitchen not only had a coal stove, but also a large earthen stove with a big pot.

The pot was very large, and sometimes Feng Qingqing wouldn't use the earthen stove often for convenience.

However, He Yong'an also plans to store more wood needed for the earthen stove this time.

They worked like this until about four o'clock in the afternoon, and finally transported the honeycomb briquettes and other items back home.

After arranging everything neatly, I quickly washed up, changed into a cleaner set of clothes, locked the door, and went out to pick up my two children.

Not long after he turned around, he saw several elderly women sitting at the entrance of an alley not far away. When they saw him walking over, they all looked at him with some curiosity.

He Yong'an knew that these were all neighbors living nearby. His wife and two children lived here, and so far, he didn't seem to have any particularly close friends.

Therefore, upon seeing these elderly women, I wanted to build rapport, so I smiled slightly as a greeting and quickly walked out of the alley.

But He Yong'an's smile stunned the elderly women.

"Hey, tell me, wasn't that young man from number 43?"

"That's right, this young man is a soldier. I've seen him in his uniform a few times before, he looks so smart."

People nowadays, especially older people, have a natural affinity for soldiers.

I feel happy when I see someone in military uniform.

He Yong'an had returned several times before, and most of his subsequent outings were in military uniform.

He rarely wears his own clothes.

First, it has become a habit.

Secondly, there's the matter of joining the army. Because of the military uniform, I rarely buy other clothes anymore, and gradually, all I have left is the military uniform.

"I never expected that the girl's man would be a soldier. Soldiers are great, protecting their country."

The others nodded, unanimously agreeing.

However, some people couldn't stand the couple and their two children living in such a large courtyard. They felt a pang of jealousy and said some very unpleasant things.

"You mean number 43? There are only four people in the family, including two very young children, living in such a big courtyard. How can they all fit in? If you ask me, the neighborhood committee should do something about this. Isn't this a complete waste?"

Everyone who heard the woman's words knew that she was just jealous, but she was making it sound so noble.

Although he felt that the woman's words were unpleasant, upon further reflection, he realized that it was indeed true.

For example, their own homes all have at most three rooms of varying sizes, and unsurprisingly, they house no fewer than ten people.

So many people, crammed into such a small house.

There was really nothing we could do.

The factory doesn't build or allocate houses for them, and they don't have any extra money to buy houses themselves.

We're barely able to afford food, so where would we find the extra money for anything else?

This has resulted in several alleys nearby having only one family of four living in their courtyard at number 43, and the male head of the household is a soldier who is rarely home.

Some people who gradually learned about the situation inevitably had their own thoughts.

But the elderly women didn't expect that this person would say it so casually.

Just keep it to yourself; saying it out loud is just asking what you want to do.

After the woman said this, she saw that none of the people around her responded, and she became somewhat sullen.

Humph.

What's with the aloofness?

They all think the same way I do, they just don't say it out loud.

She simply couldn't believe that if such a nice house were allocated to their family, they would be willing to give it up.

Even though Feng Qingqing told the contractor to lock the door during the renovation and not let unrelated people in, the gossipy aunties and grandmas still came to inquire about her affairs.

In particular, the renovation was done by a familiar, experienced craftsman.

Therefore, these people were very clear about the condition of Feng Qingqing's newly renovated house.

It's impossible not to feel envious.

But no matter how much you envy them, they are not theirs.

And people like this who spout sarcastic remarks are even more despicable.

He Yong'an had no idea that his simple smile would lead to such a lawsuit.

That evening, not long after he brought the two children back, Feng Qingqing also returned.

Their last class was a self-study period.

Feng Qingqing didn't stay in the classroom any longer. She told her counselor and then came out.

Now, Feng Qingqing's reputation has improved significantly, not only because of the donation of the prescription but also because of her midterm exam results, which have given her a much better impression on her counselor.

They learned more about her situation.

Knowing that she is a girl raising two children around three years old, and her husband is a soldier who is often away from her, the school must take extra care of her.

The rest was fine, after all, they knew that Feng Qingqing was not short of money after learning about her situation.

Therefore, we can only offer her more convenience in certain matters.

Of course, when Feng Qingqing made some requests at the beginning of the semester, the counselor only considered that her grades might be affected. Now, seeing that even though she lives off-campus, her grades are still not affected at all.

With that, she could finally rest easy.

He turned a blind eye to her various requests, as long as they weren't excessive.

This also made Feng Qingqing's life at school and at home much more comfortable.

After school, Feng Qingqing planned to eat at home that evening.

Although they could afford the food expenses at the state-run restaurant, she didn't have enough receipts.

The bill system hasn't been abolished yet.

The various receipts that He Yong'an issues every month, including those issued by Beijing University, are often insufficient.

With her good cooking skills and the space available, the dishes she makes are actually no worse than those in state-run restaurants, and in fact, they are more nutritious.

That evening, she returned home early, ready to show off her culinary skills and cook a delicious meal to reward He Yong'an for his hard work that day.

After rummaging through the available ingredients, she ultimately decided to make:

Sweet and sour pork ribs: the two children's favorite dish and Feng Qingqing's own.

Spicy fish: Both adults can handle the spiciness; it's fragrant, spicy, and delicious—a perfect accompaniment to rice.

Stir-fried pork intestines: This is also a dish that she and He Yong'an both love to eat.

Stir-fried shrimp: to supplement the nutrition of the two children.

I also picked some spinach and lettuce from the vegetable garden in the yard, intending to make stir-fried lettuce and spinach and egg soup.

More than an hour later, a table of steaming hot food was ready.

The staple food is rice.

Neither of them are native northerners, and their staple food is rice.

Although there were many varieties of dishes, the amount of food that Feng Qingqing cooked was quite different from what you'd find in a state-run restaurant these days; each plate was very small.

In the end, the family of four cleaned up all the food.

Of course, He Yong'an ate the most.