Chu Dai pulled out a chair and asked Chu Zhao to sit down. Seeing his father holding chopsticks and reaching out to eat eggplant with a happy look on his face, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Gu Qingqing went to the kitchen to get pickled radish. There were four dishes in total: braised eggplant, stir-fried cabbage, and stir-fried pork with pepper, tofu and minced meat.

When she came over, Chu Yuan was just stuffing an eggplant into his mouth, and three men were watching him.

"Ah Zhao, you should eat too. Brother Xu, come sit down and eat with us. Although we only cooked three dishes today, the portions are quite large."

Chu Zhao pulled out a chair and sat down. Looking at Chu Yuan's hand holding the chopsticks suspended in the air, he asked with a smile, "Is it delicious, Uncle Chu?" As he spoke, he reached out for the bowl and chopsticks to try it.

Chu Yuan chewed for a while, and the smile on his face froze.

I looked at the colorful and delicious dish on the plate with some doubt. The color combination was great, the thick red sauce, and the green onions on top looked perfect.

Isn't the third son of the Gu family a chef? How come Qingqing has been learning from him for so long... Is this the taste?

Every time he chewed it, he felt that his old age was particularly difficult, but he had to pretend to be calm and nodded: "It's delicious."

Seeing that he remained calm, Chu Dai glanced at the dish in the bowl with his dark eyes, which looked pretty good, and picked up the chopsticks tentatively.

Maybe I have learned the basics from my uncle and made some progress?

Chu Zhao picked up a piece of fried tofu with great interest. It looked golden on both sides, with minced meat and chopped green and red peppers on it. It looked delicious.

He stuffed it directly into his mouth and smacked it twice.

Then he looked in disbelief at Chu Yuan who was eating sour radish strips opposite him, frowned, and wondered if the tofu had turned sour because it had been stored for too long, or if he had just taken a piece of candy from A-Dai so the taste in his mouth was sour.

"Is it delicious, Ah Zhao?" Gu Qingqing pushed the braised eggplant in front of her towards him and sat next to Chu Dai: "If it's delicious, eat more. There's still rice in the pot."

Chu Zhao nodded randomly, quickly picked up the eggplant with chopsticks, and this time he learned his lesson and took a small bite.

“…” I can’t describe the feeling, I just feel sorry for the appearance.

Seeing his expression, Chu Dai moved his chopsticks from picking up vegetables to the pickled radish strips. These were made by his mother-in-law and he had eaten them many times at Gu's house, so he felt more at ease with them.

The chopsticks of both father and son fell into the bowl of sour radish noodles at the same time. They looked at each other, and Chu Dai's eyes were slightly mocking.

What a blessing!

Chu Yuan had been a soldier for half his life and had eaten tree bark and grass roots before, but he never expected that a delicious dish that looked good would taste so horrible in his mouth.

He looked at his son sympathetically, then glanced at the huge plate of food, and said to the guard standing stupidly beside him, "Sit down and eat more."

The guard stood straight and said, "Thank you, Chief. I'll go to the cafeteria to eat later."

"I order you to sit down and eat." Chu Yuan's tone became heavier, and Chu Zhao quickly handed over a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

The guard had no choice but to sit down and take the dishes.

He hadn't been so particular before at Gu's house, but now that he was in the military area, he was dining at the same table with the chief, and he was indeed a little scared.

After he took a bite, he finally understood why the commander was so kind today.

Seeing that the four men at the table were eating in silence, Gu Qingqing gently poked Chu Dai's arm and said, "Brother, why don't you eat your food? You look so thin. We are going to land on the island tomorrow, and you will be very tired every day."

As he spoke, he put a large piece of tofu covered with sauce-colored minced meat into his bowl.

Chu Dai had no way to avoid it, so he sighed inwardly and resigned himself to his fate and ate his food.

"Is it delicious?" Gu Qingqingsi had no idea that she had asked this question several times, and only Chu Yuan had answered her directly.

"It's delicious." Chu Dai picked a piece of eggplant for her and said with a smile, "Try your own cooking. You've been busy all morning and haven't had time to eat a bite."

Listening to his considerate words, Gu Qingqing's heart softened. When the eggplant entered her mouth, she was even more moved and almost cried.

No wonder everyone is silent.

She wanted to cry but had no tears, so she forced herself to swallow them back.

The steps were correct, she followed Uncle San's method.

Seeing that she was a little disappointed, Chu Dai said slowly, "It's actually quite delicious. I'm not picky."

Gu Qingqing: "Then don't keep eating sour radish strips!"

Chu Yuan sneered and ate the stale eggplant calmly, "It's delicious. Qingqing, make it for him every day in the future. He will get used to it after eating it for a long time, and his cooking skills will improve. Come back from vacation and dad will see if you have improved."

Chu Zhao stood beside him, not knowing whether to laugh or not, with a look of pain on his face.

Uncle Chu was really trying to trick his son, fearing that A-Dai would have an easy life on the island.

Chu Dai also understood what his father meant. He sneered and continued eating.

This meal took a long time and was extremely painful to eat. Since Chu Yuan became an army captain, his food was quite good, but now that he is a commander, it is getting worse day by day.

At 1:30 in the afternoon, the hard work was finally over, and everyone, including Gu Qingqing, breathed a sigh of relief. In the end, everyone looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Gu Qingqing felt a little embarrassed and started to clear the table: "Let's eat in the cafeteria tonight. I'll think about it after we get to the island and learn how to cook from Sister Anian. When I get back, I'll ask Dad to review it."

"Okay." Chu Yuan took the tea brewed by the guard, moistened his throat, and said with a smile: "Dad will wait for you to come back."

Gu Qingqing nodded, and was very grateful to her father, Zhao and Xiaoxu for finishing the meal together.

Food is not particularly abundant nowadays, so we have to swallow it no matter how bad it tastes, as long as we can fill our stomachs. If they don’t finish their meal at noon, I have to continue eating at night, and I would feel embarrassed to drag them along.

Chu Dai helped collect the dishes and went to the kitchen. Just as he was about to roll up his sleeves to wash the dishes, he was pushed out by the woman, "Go and chat with Ah Zhao. We're going to land on the island tomorrow. You two brothers must have something to talk about. I'll go take a nap after I wash the dishes. You don't have to worry about me. We'll go to the Air Crew Kitchen to eat together tonight."

"Okay," seeing her insistence, the man left the kitchen on his own accord, "heat some hot water to wash."

"I know!"

Chu Zhao lay on the sofa, touching his belly, feeling a little tired.

Seeing his brother coming over, he suddenly said, "I think it's fine not to get married."

Chu Dai nodded, "If you have the ability, don't marry for the rest of your life."

Chu Zhao sighed, "Now that you've got a wife, you look down on us bachelors. Are you going to the Air Crew Kitchen to eat tonight? You should tell your brother-in-law if you're leaving tomorrow."

"Yeah." Chu Dai picked up the newspaper beside him, sat on the sofa on the other side, and glanced at it casually. "You should say hello. He married my precious sister to me, so I should be polite."

"By the way, please help me pick up the photos from the photo studio outside the military area at the end of this month."

"Wedding photos?" Chu Zhao knew that they had gone out in the morning, and teased, "It's incredible. Captain Chu used to say that he wanted to be a bachelor for life, but now that he's married, he's so clingy."

Chu Dai ignored the teasing in his words, folded the newspaper and read it, "You'd better hurry up. I heard that a cultural troupe will be coming in a few days. Aunt Chu will definitely ask you to go on a blind date again."

Chu Zhao wailed, rubbed his bloated belly, and said, "It's a pity that I'm a soldier here, and there's no way to escape. Otherwise, I would go to the regiment and join Uncle Guan."

"No, your father will break your legs."

Chu Zhao was completely at a loss. He jumped up from the sofa again, thinking of something. "Xiao Rong is also in the art troupe, right? Do you think it's them who are here this time?"

"I don't know." Chu Dai put down the newspaper, stood up and made two cups of hot tea. "Now we are alone in the living room. Tell me, are you interested in Xiaorong?"

"...I treat her as my sister." Chu Zhao said vaguely: "Xiao Rong should like you. She has been sticking to you since she was a child. In the past two years, she has often run to the military corps in the border town."

"I also treat her as my sister." Chu Dai put down the teacup, looked at the busy figure in the kitchen, and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Remind you, don't mention this in front of her. I met Xiaorong in the Corps before, and your sister-in-law almost ran away."

Chu Zhao propped his head with one hand and looked at him sideways, "Is it so exciting? I didn't realize you were still such a popular guy. Is it your sister-in-law who is chasing you?"

"Yeah, after all, your brother's appearance is still very deceptive." Chu Dai was at home, completely relaxed and carefree, and the carefree and unruly temperament of a rich young man came out again.

"Tsk, shameless." Chu Zhao spat at him.

That night, Gu Qingqing felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach after coming back from the flight attendant's kitchen after eating. She quickly pulled Chu Dai home, squatted in the toilet for a while, and came out exhausted. Usually she would watch TV, but today she washed up and went to bed directly.

Chu Dai sat next to her. Seeing her tossing and turning with cold sweat on her forehead, he stood up and opened the closet to get her a coat: "Qingqing, get up and go to the military infirmary."

Gu Qingqing directly grabbed the corner of his clothes, shook her head, and said embarrassedly: "...I'm fine."

"Did you have an upset stomach from lunch?" Seeing that she was unwilling to leave, the man sat down on the bed again, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

After saying that, he frowned. Although the lunch tasted really bad, it was not as serious as last time. Neither he nor Chu Zhao reacted.

As for Chu Yuan, he was hiding in the headquarters, fearing that he would be given another meal at night, and he hasn't returned yet.

Gu Qingqing sheepishly let go of the hand that was holding his shirt, hid her head in the quilt, and whispered, "That's it... I'm having my period."

Chu Dai was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

I have been married to her for more than two months, so I naturally know what this is.

He tucked in the quilt to hide his confusion and dry ears, and after a while, he went to bed next to her, held her in his arms, and gently rubbed her belly with his warm palms.

"Does this make you feel better?" The man's voice was soft, like a soft cloud falling on your heart, gently caressing it.

Gu Qingqing lay in his arms, holding his thin waist with her hands, and rubbed her face against his chest, "I feel much better, brother, why are you so hot?"

Like a big furnace.

Chu Dai helplessly lowered his eyes, rubbed her belly slowly with his palm, and sighed: "You are the one who has been fanning the flames, wife."

"We're going to the island tomorrow. It'll take seven or eight hours by boat. Can you handle it?"