In the yard, Sister in law Qian's figure disappeared behind the door, and the "bang" of the door slamming shut sounded like a starting gun.
The expressions on the faces of the few army wives who were eavesdropping instantly came to life.
The atmosphere had a hint of awkwardness.
Sister in law Zhang, who lived at the east end and had a bit more courage, carried a bowl of food over, her face wearing a sincere smile.
"Xiao Lin, don't mind Sister in law Qian. She's just got a loose tongue."
Lin Wan Yi wrung out the last pillowcase, hung it on the clothesline, turned around at the words, her face adorned with a perfectly appropriate smile.
"You're right, Sister in law Zhang. I didn't take it to heart."
Sister in law Zhang's gaze fell on the dazzling white sheets, and she earnestly asked, "Your sheets are so white, cleaner than what we can manage even after scrubbing on a washboard for half a day. Any secret to it?"
