On such a hot day, making some fish soup should be good.

But we don't have any fish at home. If we want to make fish soup, we'll have to go out and buy some. I don't know if they sell fish at the dock.

Song Qinghe does have some stockpiled goods in her spatial storage, but if she takes them out and uses them directly, Lu Zhaolin might become suspicious.

Never mind, I'll just go for a walk and get some exercise. Maybe I'll even run into Lu Zhaolin on my way home from work.

It's pretty good, quite nice.

Song Qinghe had considered telling Lu Zhaolin a little white lie, but if she told too many lies, one lie would lead to another, and she would have to find a way to cover it up.

Her memory isn't particularly good, and if she accidentally lets something slip, it could be fatal.

Song Qinghe did not believe she could bear the consequences; absolutely not.

So he picked up a small basket and headed out, intending to stroll around the pier and see if there were any fish to buy. If not, he figured he could buy some other seafood.

If you have time, it would be appropriate to come back with Lu Zhaolin.

No matter how you look at it, this is a win-win situation, and after coming out, we quickly headed towards the beach.

Song Qinghe had arrived at the seaside, but she seemed to have forgotten something very important: she had a terrible sense of direction and didn't know the way very well.

If you were just strolling around the residential compound, it would be fine, but after walking a few steps outside, you would realize that something was wrong.

She became more and more confused as she walked, unable to find the pier at all, only able to see a vast expanse of blue coastline in the distance.

That should be the beach. Let's go take a look and ask anyone we meet.

With a mouth under her nose, she was determined to speak, and she refused to believe she couldn't find the exact location of the dock.

Song Qinghe thought about it seriously, then took a step forward.

Soon we arrived at the beach, and we could hear voices from afar.

Upon hearing the sound, Song Qinghe quickly took a few steps forward. Unexpectedly, she had only taken a few steps when she saw hundreds of soldiers sitting and lying in the water, doing planks.

It looks quite convincing, except that he's wearing very little, just a pair of shorts.

The one in the lead was wearing a shirt and pants, but his complexion looked rather dark.

Song Qinghe swallowed hard, turned around and was about to leave. Even if she was slow-witted, she could tell that it was Lu Zhaolin.

Thinking about how he had told her not to go out for walks before, and how she had agreed, she started to feel guilty.

Maybe I should just make my escape!

Try asking around; surely someone will know where the dock is.

Song Qinghe thought uncertainly, and decided to turn around and leave before they noticed her.

However, she clearly overlooked the identities of these soldiers, and even more so, Lu Zhaolin's personal military skills.

As a former elite soldier, he had already seen Song Qinghe when she walked towards him with her basket.

However, seeing them was one thing, but instead of greeting them, he was thinking about how to hide all the brothers in the camp.

If I had known better, I would never have made them take off their clothes for training. Is it too late to make them put their clothes back on now?

Lu Zhaolin hesitated for a moment between hiding Song Qinghe and hiding his own brothers. Before he could figure it out, Song Qinghe had already turned and left, seemingly without any intention of coming over to say goodbye.

He paused for a moment, unsure how to begin or what to say.

Then I heard a cheer!