However, they said they would never take a single needle or thread from the masses; it's a matter of principle.

Lu Zhaolin was like this, and so was Song Qinghe. She was even more worried about owing favors and then having trouble dealing with those complicated interpersonal relationships, which was really a headache.

Even so, many fishermen still kept sending them gifts, looking eager to try their luck, clearly not giving up.

In the end, Lu Zhaolin brought up the rules and discipline in front of them, which made things a little better.

The fishermen knew that the authorities were very disciplined, and if they actually accepted the money, they would probably be punished when they got back.

That wouldn't be doing Battalion Commander Lu any favors, but rather causing him trouble.

This is unacceptable! This is unacceptable!

They quickly quieted down, and Lu Zhaolin led Song Qinghe to a suitable fish stall.

The fish on the table were all freshly caught; they looked lively and energetic.

Song Qinghe finally chose a rockfish to make soup when she got home. She also bought some shrimp, which were freshly caught.

She was in charge of buying it and paying for it.

The main problem was that Lu Zhaolin had been training on the other side and didn't have any money with him, so even if he wanted to pay, he couldn't.

When it came time to pay, the fishermen refused to accept the money and insisted that the fishermen take it back to eat.

Lu Zhaolin and Song Qinghe had to use a lot of persuasion to convince them to compromise.

If they weren't charged, they might as well just not eat at all.

In the end, they had no choice but to give up, but they still gave Song Qinghe and Lu Zhaolin a much better deal.

Once the basket was handed over, the other person packed the fish and shrimp for her.

Lu Zhaolin took the opportunity to lift the torch. Wherever he was, he would do all the work, so Song Qinghe wouldn't have to lift a finger.

Song Qinghe was happy to have an easy job; with someone doing the work for free, she could save some energy.

It must be said that Lu Zhaolin is quite perceptive. When he does these things, he does his best and doesn't cause himself any trouble.

She wanted to say something to him, but what would happen when he wasn't around after he took such good care of her?

When that time comes, won't she have to rely entirely on herself?

Seeing Lu Zhaolin's somewhat tense profile, he obediently kept quiet.

Song Qinghe always felt that if she said a few more words, Lu Zhaolin might burst into tears right in front of her, which would be bad, making her seem like she was bullying him.

After returning home, Lu Zhaolin didn't let Song Qinghe worry about cooking. He handled everything himself, sitting there scaling the fish and gutting it, all the movements were very familiar to him.

He wasn't very good at these things to begin with, but with a willingness to learn, things will become easier and easier.

Song Qinghe sat to the side watching him, and the more she looked, the more she felt that her judgment seemed pretty good.

In some ways, Lu Zhaolin is really hard to fault. He's tall, good-looking, and considerate.

He had almost no weaknesses, so it's no wonder that the girls in the performing arts troupe couldn't let go of Lu Zhaolin after seeing him.

To be honest, if it were me, I probably wouldn't be able to let go either.

Lu Zhaolin noticed Song Qinghe's gaze and deliberately found a good angle for himself.

See? See? He's not guilty at all.

Looking at him, Song Qinghe almost burst out laughing, and deliberately said, "Actually, you're handsome even without finding the right angle!"

Lu Zhaolin immediately looked up, his eyes sparkling, and said, "Really?"