Yang Qing slapped her forehead, "You're right, we shouldn't do that."
She didn't want to offend a whole group just for her cousin.
Yi Chichi chuckled, "As if you'd succeed even if you wanted to do it."
Working as a canteen temporary worker was a highly sought-after job by the army wives, despite the low pay. It was within the military and allowed them to go home to see their kids.
For those wives with no jobs but heavy family burdens, this job could somewhat ease the burden.
Thus, whenever a canteen temporary position opened up, the number of wives eager to apply would be terrifying.
Yang Qing understood this too, and she said helplessly, "You're great in every way, except for that mouth of yours."
She was implying that Yi Chichi was too blunt.
Yi Chichi spread her hands wide, "That's just who I am. Go ahead and break up with me if you can."
Her playful tone left Yang Qing both irritated and amused, "I can't do that, I still want to be your friend."
