After hearing what Jiang Qiao said, Song Zhixian grinned and said, "I think it's a good idea. Do you dare to compete?"

Qian Haonan was filled with regret. Why was he so quick to speak? Why did he have to argue with that young girl? Even if he won, it wouldn't be a fair victory, and if he lost, it would be even more humiliating. He, a soldier, couldn't even beat a young girl.

He hesitated, but his comrades cheered him on.

"Let's fight and see who wins. We'll also get to see this young comrade's marksmanship."

Jiang Qiao suddenly waved her hand at this moment, "I can't play with you guys anymore, I need to go to the toilet, Dad, where is the toilet?"

Gu Zhengfeng smiled and glanced at Qian Haonan, then patted him on the shoulder and said, "Practice hard. It's pointless to challenge others."

Qian Haonan then realized what was happening and said, "What? That's your daughter."

Gu Zhengfeng smiled and nodded, then proudly led his daughter to the restroom first.

However, Jiang Qiao stopped halfway there, and Gu Zhengfeng didn't actually take her to the restroom. As her father, he could tell what his little girl was up to.

"Qiao'er, tell your father, can you shoot a ten-ring?"

Jiang Qiao glanced at Gu Zhengfeng with a complicated expression, then nodded. "It should work. I haven't tried it yet, since this is similar to practicing throwing knives."

Gu Zhengfeng patted his daughter's little shoulder and sighed, "You don't need to practice anymore."

"Do you know, back in my day, your dad wasn't even as good as those young soldiers. Getting a bullseye took ages of practice. I never imagined our Qiao'er would be so talented."

Jiang Qiao raised an eyebrow. "This isn't my fault. My uncle trained me like that back then. Later, when others bullied me, I had no choice but to train hard. Once I became strong, no one would dare to bully me anymore. It's not a talent; it's just a matter of understanding the principles."

Gu Zhengfeng held his daughter's hand as they walked, reminding her, "Dad will say it again: don't reveal your true colors easily. You're still young and don't know how wicked people can be. Some people are incompetent, yet they're jealous of others who are better than them. Dad and Mom don't expect you to be anything special. We just hope you can grow up safely and live happily."

Jiang Qiao looked up at her father and smiled, "Dad, your standards are really different. It's easy for me to become complacent."

Gu Zhengfeng smiled and said, "Let her be lazy. But from our family's perspective, the Gu family members are not lazy or stupid. Even if my daughter is lazy, she is still very capable. Girl, remember this: only when you are strong will your enemies not easily attack you."

As a father, he is proud to have such a daughter, but at the same time he feels heartbroken. To get to this point, the girl has put in much more effort than others.

"Besides, you're a daughter, so you should be pampered. They're soldiers, it's their duty."

The father and son strolled back. Jiang Qiao wanted to go back, and Song Zhi and the others didn't want to stay any longer, so the four of them drove back together. This time, he really learned something new. Why did his brother say to let his daughter teach his son? Look how well that guy drives! He didn't have that skill.

Song Zhi couldn't hide his excitement. "My dear niece, I admire you so much! Even I, your uncle, want to learn to drive now."

Jiang Qiao, holding the steering wheel which was bigger than herself, said easily, "Why not, Uncle? I advise you to learn it. It's a skill, after all. I heard from Brother Song that you're going to become a policeman after leaving the military. You'll need a car when you're handling cases. If something happens to the driver, at least you can drive yourself. Don't you think that makes sense?"

Gu Zhengfeng thought his daughter was right. "Old Song, why don't you learn too? It's always good to have more skills. You can play with Junqiang. I don't have time to play with you guys. Let our Qiao'er keep you company."

As Jiang Qiao drove, she reminded her father, "Dad, remember to pay the gas money for the military. We shouldn't take advantage of public resources."

Song Zhichong and Jiang Qiao gave each other a thumbs up, saying, "Our eldest niece is the most enlightened."

Jiang Qiao gave a wry smile and remained silent. It wasn't that she was particularly enlightened; she was simply afraid that people would gossip about her behind her back because of this.

"Dad, do you have any retired cars here? We can use those to practice, so it won't stop other people from using the cars."

Song Zhi absolutely agreed. "There really is one in the garage, but it hasn't been handed over yet. It just keeps having problems, and the parts are all worn out. But it should be fine for practicing driving."

The two brothers made the decision, and Jiang Qiao still had to go back to cook for her parents.

"Girl, prepare more. I'm inviting other people over for dinner later. Junqiang, help your sister order."

Song Zhi knew exactly what Gu Zhengfeng was up to, and nodded. "That's right, it's time to treat everyone. Now that we've found a daughter, we need to let the other brothers know. Alright, I'll go invite them. You go and get on with your business."

The roe deer and rabbit were both killed by Song Zhi and his son, saving Jiang Qiao a lot of trouble. As for the pheasant, it was scalded with boiling water and then Song Junqiang sat on a bench to pluck its feathers.

She started bustling around in the kitchen, making a racket.

Song Junqiang kept glancing inside; he was craving meat. It was a huge roe deer. His father had said the meat was delicious, much better than wild boar meat.

To be honest, he's never even tasted wild boar meat, so how would he know which is good and which isn't?

Jiang Qiao was frying and cooking in the kitchen, which made Song Junqiang keep sniffing.

"Sister Qiao'er, what did you make? It smells so good. The chicken is ready."

Jiang Qiao asked him to get one pheasant. The rest of the pheasants would be taken home by each guest after they left. She didn't know how many people her father could invite to dinner, but in the military camp, most of the people were big eaters. If there weren't enough to eat, it wouldn't hurt to prepare more.

"Brother Song, could you taste it for me?"

She was actually very confident in her cooking skills, but she couldn't resist the guy next to her being so greedy, so she made some for him to eat first.

"Brother Song, go and get some dry rations later."

Song Junqiang nodded as he ate, "It would be even better if there was rice in it."

Jiang Qiao has plenty in her space, but she can't take them out.

Jiang Qiao had everything ready, and Gu Zhengfeng and Song Zhi also returned with their men.

A man in military uniform was right in front of her. Before Jiang Qiao could even greet him, he had already rushed towards her.

"uncle--"

The man laughed heartily, "It's Zhengfeng's son, so alike, so very alike—"

Jiang Qiao was a little confused by the other person's unusual way of greeting him.

Hello, Uncle.

The man then formally greeted Jiang Qiao, "Good, good, little Qiao, you're finally back! We brothers have been searching high and low just to find you. Here, this is your uncle's gift—"

Jiang Qiao dared not accept the gift. She looked up at her father, Gu Zhengfeng, who was about to introduce her to his daughter when Qian Bicheng stopped him.

"Little Qiao'er, guess who I am?"

Gu Zhengfeng gave a wry smile. "I haven't even told the child these things yet. How can she possibly guess?"