"Alright, alright, I admit defeat!" He Zhilan said, torn between laughter and tears.
The three of them walked into the great dining hall together. It was bustling this New Year's Eve, and because Commander Gu was set to arrive tonight, those families who resided with the troops, like the political commissar's, had also come to dine at the canteen.
As soon as she walked in, He Zhilan was greeted by the delicious aroma of dumplings. Around the canteen, she spotted Kang Xing and Niu Rang standing together, chatting. They both immediately came over when they noticed He Zhilan.
"Sister-in-law!" Kang Xing looked directly at He Zhilan's hand in concern. "I heard you hurt your hand. Is it serious?"
"It's okay. So you two have been busy here all afternoon?" He Zhilan replied with a slight smile.
