He is handsome and a good cook, plus.

Zhou Yanjing brought the last dish to the table, turned around and saw Shen Liwu still leaning against the door, looking at him softly.

"It's time to eat." He said softly, with a barely perceptible tenderness in his voice.

He walked over, took Shen Liwu's hand and washed it in the basin, "I know you like cleanliness, so you should wash your hands before eating."

He gently twisted Shen Liwu's little finger, thinking: She didn't resist.

Shen Liwu's fingers trembled slightly in his palm. The water temperature was just right, warm but not hot. Zhou Yanjing's fingers were rough, and the calluses from holding the gun rubbed against her delicate skin, giving her a strange feeling. She looked down at the two people's hands intertwined in the water, and suddenly an inexplicable throbbing surged in her heart.

"I'm not a child, I can wash myself." She is 23 years old, why does she need someone to help her wash?

But she still let Zhou Yanjing do whatever he wanted.

"Although I like cleanliness, I can also make do with harsh environments."

A while ago, she hid in the mountains. The environment on the front line was harsh, but she overcame it.

You can be particular when conditions permit, and you can make do with it when conditions are bad.

"Um."

Zhou Yanjing's fingers stayed on her hand for a while before slowly releasing them. He picked up the towel and gently dried her hands, carefully, as if he were treating a fragile treasure.

"Let's go and eat." He said softly.

Behind Shen Liwu and Zhou Yanjing, the food on the table was steaming and smelling delicious. She sat down, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into her mouth. The gravy was tender and melted in her mouth.

"How does it taste?" Zhou Yanjing looked at her with anticipation in his eyes.

"It's delicious." She nodded, with a slight smile on her face. "It's even better than the food in the restaurants outside."

Zhou Yanjing smiled, lowered his head and took a bite of rice. As long as she likes it, it's good.

"When I first joined the army, I spent some time in the kitchen squad and learned from the head chef."

"Have you ever been in the kitchen?" Shen Liwu raised his eyebrows, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes. “No wonder the craftsmanship is so good.”

Zhou Yanjing smiled and nodded, continuing to eat, seeming to be very pleased with her compliment.

"I had just joined the army and didn't know anything, so I was assigned to the kitchen. It turned out to be quite interesting and I learned a lot."

She put down her chopsticks, held her chin and looked at him with gentle eyes. "So what else can you cook?"

"I know some home-cooked dishes." He thought for a moment and added, "I'll cook for our family from now on, and you can do what you like."

"Okay! It just so happens that I don't like cooking. Thank you for your hard work, Captain Zhou." Shen Liwu picked up the chopsticks and ate happily.

Zhou Yanjing silently remembered in her heart that she didn't like cooking.

"I'm very happy to do so." Zhou Yanjing raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a hint of doting in his eyes.

After dinner, Zhou Yanjing went to the army for some business, and Chen Liwu had nothing to do so he wandered around the family compound.

The sun was hanging low in the sky, and its golden rays shone on the brick walls of the family compound, reflecting a warm glow.

As I was walking, I heard a childish quarrel:

"I'm not some unwanted piece of junk."

"That's right. Your father died, your mother ran off with a strange man, Aunt Gao and her family who raised you don't give you food, and your clothes are all torn. You are just a piece of rag that no one wants."