"Did Song Zhengxin also say that to you?"

The matter between Ying Mingcheng and Cao Aijun was not originally going to be resolved so quickly. Cao Aijun had been complaining and according to the second battalion commander, he was going to go to the military district to file a complaint, but Song Zhengxin came back.

He had led many new recruits, was an elder brother to many people, and was a hero who was about to retire. Upon hearing about this, he talked to the two men separately and asked them to make self-criticisms at the veterans' retirement meeting.

This matter is over.

Song Zhengxin seems impartial, but Mu Huaixi thinks he is just trying to clean up the mess for Ying Mingcheng. If this matter gets out of hand, Cao Aijun will not gain any advantage, but Ying Mingcheng may also miss the position of commander of the independent battalion.

Therefore, she boldly teased Ying Mingcheng, saying that he was so unscrupulous because he had the support of Brother Song.

Ying Mingcheng really didn't expect her to say that. He tilted his head in confusion, then realized that she was teasing him. He saw her take two steps forward guiltily, and for a moment he felt his teeth itching.

He caught up with the daring little girl in one step, grabbed her shoulders and pulled her towards him, then lowered his head to her ear and praised her with a smile, "You are really smart, little girl. If you have anything else to say, tell me, okay?"

Mu Huaixi actually regretted what she said. She was almost held in Ying Mingcheng's arms. He held her in his arms with just one arm. The hot air from his leaning over to speak hit her ears, causing half of her shoulder to go numb.

Ying Mingcheng had a very elegant soapy scent on his body, the smell of clothes drying in the sun, similar to the scent on her sheets but different.

Mu Huaixi sniffed subconsciously and smelled a faint smell of tobacco hidden behind the sunny soap scent. It was not strong but could not be ignored.

"If you don't say it, I'll say it." Seeing that she didn't respond, Ying Mingcheng didn't force it. He twisted a strand of hair from her temple and rubbed it unconsciously. "I can say that I learned this sentence from Old Song."

He sensed the doubt and stiffness of the person in his arms, curled his lips and continued, "But Old Song likes to worry about others and act like a nanny. I'm not like that. I've never said this to anyone else."

"As for you..."

Ying Mingcheng suddenly moved his hand away, rubbed her head, and changed the subject, "Come up quickly, Old Song will be waiting anxiously soon."

Mu Huaixi's heart was in suspense just now. She thought he was going to say something shocking and was ready to cover her ears. Unexpectedly, he stopped talking halfway, leaving her feeling upset. She didn't know whether to continue to blush or punch him angrily.

She bit her lower lip and gave the figure in front of her a glare that she thought was fierce, but in the eyes of Ying Mingcheng who turned around and called her, she looked like the little squirrel that didn't get any peanuts.

Ying Mingcheng resisted the urge to pinch her puffy cheeks, reached out and pulled her to his side, "Why are you so angry? Didn't you say you're smart?"

Mu Huaixi opened her mouth, unsure how to describe her feelings. She could clearly sense the dissatisfaction clamoring deep in her heart, but she didn't understand what she was dissatisfied with. Ying Mingcheng had clearly said that he would not make promises to others, nor would he cover for others. She didn't know what she wanted.

"I'm not angry," Mu Huaixi shook his head sullenly, and grabbed the wrist of the person beside him with his backhand, "Let's go, Sister-in-law Pei Ru must be getting impatient."

For some reason, she suddenly felt a little timid. Perhaps this was not a good time to explore her inner thoughts.

Song Zhengxin and Pei Ru lived on the first floor of the guesthouse. They said they were treating guests to a dinner, but in fact they had asked the canteen kitchen to prepare four dishes and a soup, which were placed on a small table covered with a floral tablecloth, making it look very grand.

The room Song Zhengxin lived in was bigger than Mu Huaixi's, with a layout of one living room and one bedroom. Pei Ru was obviously a person who knew how to live and had a taste for life. After only a few days of living there, she had already covered the black leather sofa with a floral cloth of the same color, and placed a bunch of wintersweets that were about to bloom in front of the window, lighting up the whole room.

Mu Huaixi felt embarrassed to come empty-handed, so she brought a bag of walnuts that she asked Fengjuan to buy for her, and was warmly welcomed by Pei Ru.

"Why are you bringing something?" Pei Ru took her hand and walked into the house, and stuffed an orange into her hand. "This is something someone brought to visit Old Song. He doesn't like it. Try it."

Mu Huaixi was a little surprised. She hadn't eaten oranges for a long time. Pei Ru pushed her to the dining table, went back outside, and brought back a small casserole.

"Look, Xiaoying cooked this herself this afternoon and said you like it."

Before the lid of the casserole was opened, Mu Huaixi smelled the sweet aroma of rich oil and red sauce. It was indeed a pot of braised pork.

"Huh, when did this kid become so good at cooking?" Song Zhengxin, who was sitting at the dinner table, stared at Ying Mingcheng with ill intent. "You'd better ask someone else to make this braised pork. I still remember that pot of noodles you cooked. It gave the whole team diarrhea and gave the other team a kill."

"......" Ying Mingcheng originally wanted to take some credit, but when he heard Song Zhengxin slandering him like that, he rolled his eyes and moved the small casserole directly in front of Mu Huaixi, "Don't eat it, it would be a waste if you eat it."

"Hey!"

Song Zhengxin was about to lose his temper when his wife clapped her hands and said, "Stop glaring and eat quickly. Xiao Mu must be hungry after get off work."

"That's right," Ying Mingcheng sat down next to Mu Huaixi, ignoring her expression and directly gave her a large piece of braised pork, "Try my cooking."

Mu Huaixi glanced at him, picked up a piece of braised pork for Pei Ru, and then tasted the food in her own bowl with peace of mind. She had to say that Ying Mingcheng was not lying. His cooking skills were really good, even better than those in Jiangcheng Restaurant.

Song Zhengxin, sitting across the table from him, waited and waited, but seeing no one offering him any meat, he could only reach out his chopsticks in frustration. However, before he even put the first piece of meat into his bowl, he heard his wife say, "Eat less meat and more vegetables!"

“…”

Song Zhengxin's chopsticks froze, and he didn't dare say anything to Pei Ru, so he turned his attention to his former good brother, "What are you laughing at, kid? You don't have anyone to help you with your food either."

"I'd love to," Ying Mingcheng chuckled and continued to serve food to Mu Huaixi.

Mu Huaixi felt her face getting hot. She glanced at the person next to her and suddenly remembered what he had just said: he had never told anyone else. Now it seemed that he had never cooked for anyone else either. Was she the first person to taste Ying's braised pork?

The more she thought about it, the redder her ears became. She quickly took a bite of the fried fish and tried to suppress the heat in her heart.

The meal was enjoyed by both the host and the guests. Mu Huaixi learned that Pei Rupei's sister-in-law was actually a high school teacher. She had been teaching in her hometown, but after Brother Song got into trouble, she resigned, entrusted her son and daughter to her family, and came to the military hospital alone to take care of him.

Mu Huaixi instantly felt infinite admiration for Pei Ru, not only because of her decisiveness and dedication, but also because she was a people's teacher.

She only had a junior high school education in her past and present lives, and she always had awe for educated people. After dinner, Pei Ru generously gave her an ancient medical book, which was a printed version of "Zhang's Medical Encyclopedia" from the Qing Dynasty.

Mu Huaixi was flattered and declined repeatedly, but Pei Ru said that this was a gift that had been prepared for her a long time ago.