"I was just one year old when you were born."

Upon hearing this, Wu Fangkai wasn't the only one stunned. The entire kitchen fell silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Jian Shu's mouth was slightly open. He almost went crazy with anger when he realized what had happened. If someone hadn't stopped him, he would have rushed up and attacked.

Watching Li Qiang desperately trying to stop JianShu, Ruan Xianxian clicked her tongue in regret.

Can a 1.75-meter-tall man break free from the grip of a 1.65-meter-tall woman?

If you encounter someone stronger, then it's really not certain!

Exhausted from struggling, Jian Shu's eyes reddened even more, her face filled with sorrow. "My father sacrificed his life for the country a year ago, and you're being incredibly tactless!"

Oops!

Upon hearing the news that Jian Shu's father had sacrificed his life for the country, Ruan Xianxian secretly cried out in alarm. The meaning of martyrs is a pain in the hearts of every Chinese person, especially soldiers.

Sure enough, the next moment Wu Fangkai narrowed his eyes behind his glasses and looked over with an unfriendly gaze.

Ruan Xianxian, quick-witted, chattered on and on: "What do you mean, if you don't know how to make braised meat, come learn from me! Just ask any cook and they'll be happy to teach you!"

Do I need to make myself clearer? Some of you covet my formula, some want to take my place, and some are simply malicious.

A mob with filthy intentions donned a fig leaf and used the guise of learning to commit coercive acts.

"I gave you face earlier, now how does it feel to have your fig leaf torn off and be completely naked?"

She turned her gaze to JianShu, "You're the one who talks the most about this, always quoting 'Chairman Mao said'. Did Chairman Mao ever tell you to stop using his name to bluff your way out of business?"

Ruan Xianxian took a deep breath. "That's how it is. They had bad intentions and thought I was an easy target, so they took advantage of me."

Now that they've been pricked by a thorn, they're inciting leaders who are unaware of the truth to continue persecuting the innocent.

When someone's thoughts are exposed, some people remain unperturbed, while those with poor mental fortitude blush with shame. Others, however, are even more indignant than the person in question, as if they have been greatly wronged.

Seeing this, Ruan Xianxian sneered, her laughter filled with endless mockery and contempt.

Wu Fangkai gestured for them to leave, and then proceeded to punish Jian Shu and the others: "For disrupting military order and causing trouble, each of you must go back and write a 2,000-word self-criticism and submit it within three days."

His gaze fell on Ruan Xianxian, who was sticking her neck out as if she were the most important person in the world. A smile appeared deep in his eyes, but his voice was cold and indifferent:

“Those who intimidate others and disregard discipline will be punished by writing a 500-word self-criticism, which must be submitted within three days.”

Ruan Xianxian, without a word of reproach, puffed out her chest and said, "Boss, I was wrong! I'll submit my self-criticism first thing tomorrow morning, no more than three days."

Meeting her look that seemed to say, "I'm giving you face this time, I was wrong, but I'll do it again next time," Wu Fangkai suppressed a laugh and looked away.

That group of people who came with high hopes but left disappointed left all looking dejected. They thought they were easy targets, but they turned out to be rotten ones!

My hands are covered in stinky juice, what bad luck!

After the person left, Political Commissar Wu told her to change her clothes first and not to stay any longer.

She washed the pots and started cooking again. As soon as the intense and domineering aroma of the pork stew wafted out, her mood returned to its peak.

Master Chef Ruan Xianxian first scooped out a small bowl to taste the flavor. The blood sausage melted in her mouth, the pickled cabbage was tangy and refreshing, and the pig heart burst with juice when she bit into it.

Even an auntie who kept saying she wanted more braised pork noodles couldn't help but swallow hard.

Today's main dish is wild vegetable dumplings, a perfect match for the "pig-killing feast".

Making vegetable dumplings is a specialty of the older women, so Ruan Xianxian didn't bother with it.

When it was time to get food, Mu Xia pushed her into the tent, saying, "You've been to the city and cooked, take a break."

Ruan Xianxian was amused by her nonsensical Beijing accent. She did feel a little tired, so she took advantage of the time while the food was being distributed to prepare the special dishes.

There were quite a few ingredients needed, and since they weren't in the kitchen, she put them in her own space when no one was around.

As soon as the lid was lifted, a rich aroma of soy sauce wafted out. The fish, soaked in the broth, was bright and glossy. The only downside was the lack of cilantro, but that didn't detract from the overall excellence!

After the others finished serving their meals, the food in her small kitchen was ready.

The first to arrive was Political Commissar Wu. This guy never went into the water and spent all his time wandering around on the shore.

When driver Lao Li, deputy regimental commander Qian Wei, and uninvited Feng Bai took their seats, the small pot of stewed pork on the kerosene stove was bubbling away.

Qian Wei glanced left and right, took a sip of blood sausage, sighed, and tentatively said, "A sip of baijiu would be nice to warm up!"

Political Commissar Wu responded with a piercing glare, "If you want a major demerit, just say so. No need to beat around the bush."

The atmosphere suddenly became lively as Qian Wei sighed with a bitter expression.

Ruan Xianxian added a fish to Lao Li's bowl, her little face beaming with a smile: "Master Li, I'll go to the county town with you tomorrow morning to buy things, and I'll need your help to teach me how to drive again."

Her actions can be seen as a way of showing everyone her driving skills.

"When my grandpa was alive, he always praised me for being very smart. Once I learned the theory and actually drove a car, he would be laughing his head off if he could see me driving from the afterlife!"

Everyone: ...

Only Old Li, who was completely unaware of what was going on, looked sympathetic and readily agreed.

After the meal, without being told, the men took it upon themselves to wash the dishes, including the large iron pot that required two people to hug.

Ruan Xianxian was too tired to move, so Mu Xia and the other person took on the task of dismantling and moving the tent.

She leaned against the stove, letting her mind rest for a while with her eyes vacant. Seeing that no one was around, she grabbed a change of clothes and went to the riverbank, finding a spot where the current wasn't too strong and squatted down...

I haven't even taken a shower or cleaned myself since I arrived. I rolled around in the mud the night I arrived, and my body was covered in layers of grime.

In addition, after the commotion of cooking herself in an iron pot that evening, she was covered in mud and oil.

Fetching water and then boiling it was really troublesome and inconvenient, so Ruan Xianxian took off her shoes and socks and immersed her entire calves in the water.

She quickly washed herself, not intending to take off her clothes. Her swimming skills were so-so. Who knew that if she took off her clothes and soaked in the water, a lame and poisoned man might fall from the sky?

Then, a scene of mandarin ducks playing in the water unfolded...

A month later, I felt unwell and went to the hospital for a checkup. The doctor told me that I wasn't pregnant, but rather had a vaginal infection!

What kind of combination of the old and the new is this? Ruan Xianxian was amused by the inexplicable imagination in her mind and let out a string of silvery laughter.

Not only is it unpleasant to listen to, but anyone who hears this eerie laughter by the river on this quiet night would be so frightened that they would turn around and run away!

Ruan Xianxian covered her face with her sleeve, lowered her head slightly and tilted it to the side, gently pressed the middle finger of one hand against her temple on the same side, and hummed a mournful and desolate tune.

When her opening gesture, accompanied by an ethereal and sorrowful melody, resounded on the empty riverbank, several old river workers who had been secretly following her alone suddenly cried out "Oh my god!" and scrambled away!

Having confirmed that the person hiding in the shadows, intending to take advantage of her, had been scared away, she withdrew her gaze, gave a cold snort, and was just about to wipe her chest and back one last time before leaving...

Suddenly, something very soft and cold touched my calf.

Ruan Xianxian froze, too stiff to move. After walking too many dark roads, she finally saw a ghost!