There's no need to think about it. If He Teng wants a red envelope, it must be packed by his wife.
After getting the permission of Commissar's wife, He Teng left without looking back.
Behind him, Chen Zheng and his group were still laughing at his retreating figure. "Indeed, a man needs a wife. With a wife, there's someone to care for him, to make him a responsible husband. Even the most stoic man would become considerate," they commented.
On the other side, He Teng, clad in the sweater knitted by He Zhilan, went to the canteen to collect the hot noodle soup he had asked to be prepared earlier, and then returned to the guesthouse.
"You're back?" He Zhilan had been tidying up her stuff since He Teng left. Hearing a sound at the door, she turned and saw He Teng coming in with his stuff. She noticed then that He Teng had worn the sweater she knitted for him when he went out. He looked calm and composed, not at all showing any signs of having been frozen.
