"Ji Yanting, didn't you say you wanted a series of math, physics and chemistry books? He found a whole set for you." Gu Huaijin opened the package. The books inside were all brand new, and there was a letter underneath the books.

Gu Huaijin opened it and took a look, looking at Song Zhi who seemed to want to say something but hesitated. Song Zhi felt that his expression was strange, so he leaned over to take a look.

"What does he mean? What does he mean by saying that reading is just a show? It's so funny. What kind of person is he to have the nerve to laugh at me?" Song Zhi was furious when he saw the contents of the letter.

Ji Yanting wrote that Song Zhi has never studied seriously. He is impetuous and gets enthusiastic for only a short time. He is not as steady as Su Yitang at all. He says one thing today and another thing tomorrow. Now that he doesn't have to take the college entrance examination, he wants to read books. Isn't he just putting on a show and pretending to be a cultured person? Don't they know each other?

Unlike Gu Huaijin and Su Yitong, Song Zhihe is the representative of bad students. At the beginning, he was the worst student. Later, when he entered high school, Song Zhi's grades plummeted and he became on par with Ji Yanting.

"What he said was indeed wrong. I will tell him off next time. If you want to learn, you must study seriously. If you don't understand something, ask me." Gu Huaijin quickly comforted him. Ji Yanting didn't know if Song Zhi had a bad magnetic field. They were not together anymore, but they could start a quarrel over a letter.

After listening to Gu Huaijin's words, Song Zhi looked up at him uncertainly: "Can you?"

Gu Huaijin choked.

Song Zhi remembered that Gu Huaijin graduated from a military university, which was indeed hasty. He did not expect that there was such a big-name teacher around him.

So he said with a flattering smile: "I'm just kidding. If I don't know something, I'll ask you. Are you making pickled fish for lunch?"

Song Zhi changed the subject, and when he saw Gu Huaijin nod, he continued, "Then you clean up the fish. I'll go to Aunt Zhao's house to borrow some sauerkraut. It seems we also need to pickle some sauerkraut."

"Auntie, are you cooking?" Song Zhi stood at the door of Zhao Yun's house, watching the cooking going on inside. The smell of stewed meat filled the air, making people salivate.

"Xiao Song, let's eat some stewed chicken together later." Zhao Yun raised his head and said with a smile, raising his hand to invite Song Zhi to sit down and talk.

"No, I'm working on that right now. I came to borrow some pickled cabbage from my aunt to make pickled fish." Song Zhi politely declined Zhao Yun's invitation. She held a bowl, empty without a trace of water.

"Okay, I'll wipe my hands and serve you some." Zhao Yun agreed, then wiped his hands, took the bowl from Song Zhi's hand, and walked straight into the house.

Zhao Yun opened the cabinet, took out a can of pickled cabbage, and then scooped it into a bowl with a spoon.

"Aunt, this is too much." Song Zhi said a little embarrassedly when she saw Zhao Yun filled a bowl.

"It's okay, eat slowly. You can put some in it when making noodles or eating steamed buns. It's not something precious, so don't be polite to me." Zhao Yun handed the bowl in his hand to Song Zhi and said with a smile.

Song Zhi took it embarrassedly and thanked him repeatedly.

After returning, Gu Huaijin had not cleaned the fish yet. Song Zhixian prepared the seasonings needed for making pickled fish. Gu Huaijin in the yard had just cleaned the fish's internal organs and was now scraping the scales.

The fish wasn't small, but it didn't seem to struggle in his hands. Song Zhi prepared the seasonings and planned to use this time to make some scallion pancakes. Just thinking about eating them with the pickled fish was a delight.

After Gu Huaijin finished cleaning the fish, Song Zhi's scallion pancakes were not ready yet and were occupying the stove. He had no choice but to light a fire and make pickled fish.

So, Gu Huaijin went to the yard and found a pile of dry firewood. He brought it back to the kitchen and carefully placed it in the stove at home. He took out a matchbox from the cabinet next to him and used it to light the firewood.

At first, the flames flickered, a faint glow. However, as he continued to add more firewood, the flames gradually grew stronger. The wood on the stove was engulfed in flames, making crackling sounds. The fire was finally lit.

Little did they know that this was not an easy task for Song Zhi.

At this moment, Song Zhi's laughter came from beside her. She saw Gu Huaijin lighting the fire and couldn't help but praise him, "It's ready! Not bad."

Song Zhi asked Gu Huaijin to help flip the pancakes while she went to make pickled fish.

She picked up an iron wok, waited until the flames died down, and placed it on the stove. The wok quickly took on the heat of the fire and began to heat up. She carefully poured in the oil, which began to smoke and emit a fragrant aroma.

He watched Song Zhi skillfully prepare the pickled fish, and a different emotion flashed through his heart.

When the pickled fish was served, the scallion pancakes were also freshly prepared, emitting an enticing aroma. Song Zhi happily greeted, "Finally, we can eat!"

After dinner, Gu Huaijin washed the dishes first, then went back and forth to fetch a few buckets of water, filled the water tank, and prepared to wash yesterday's clothes.

"Don't wash anymore. It's getting late. You should rest for a while before going to work." Song Zhi frowned and said, seeing that he had been busy since he came back and had not stopped for a moment except for meal time. Now he was preparing to wash clothes again.

Anyway, the weather was nice and not cold today, so it would be the same if she took a shower in the afternoon. Gu Huaijin didn't even raise his head and said, "I'll take care of it."

Now, whenever he is at home, he tries his best not to let Song Zhi touch cold water. Song Zhi looks at his back as he washes clothes, and it seems that something is slowly taking root in her heart, making her become emotional.

The weather in the afternoon changed like a child's face. It was sunny just now, but in the blink of an eye it became cloudy. There were gusts of cold wind, and it was chilly when standing in the yard.

Song Zhi hurriedly put the clothes that Gu Huaijin had washed before leaving on the clothes hanger inside the house to prevent the dust from blowing onto the clothes when it was windy. At this time, one had to sigh at her cleverness. If she hadn't made this clothes hanger, it would be a problem to hang the clothes anywhere in the house.

Just as I was planning to take a lunch break, I heard the door open. It was Deng Lin, the women's director.