Everyone has a gossipy heart, and those who work in military hospitals are no exception.

When I arrived at the surgery department, there was a distinct smell of disinfectant in the air, mixed with a hint of blood.

"Why are you here?"

Zheng Yushan had just finished surgery and looked a little tired.

"I'm bringing you food. I made pickled fish today. Try it and see if it suits your taste."

Zhang Shuguang smiled brightly and raised the lunch box in his hand.

"Xiao Zheng, there's nothing to do this morning, just go and have dinner."

The two middle-aged doctors were both experienced people. They greeted Zheng Yushan, gave Zhang Shuguang a kind look, and took the other nurses into the office.

"I'll treat you later!"

The two nurses at the back, who were of similar age to Zheng Yushan, had ambiguous smiles on their faces when they passed by her.

"Don't talk nonsense, we are not in that kind of relationship yet."

Zheng Yushan's face turned red as blood, and she was extremely shy.

"You mean you did this?"

In the pavilion in the hospital yard, Zheng Yushan tasted the pickled fish.

The spicy and fresh taste and smooth texture instantly conquered Zheng Yushan.

"Yeah! Does it suit your taste?"

"How could such delicious fish not suit your appetite? I didn't expect you to be good at medicine, hunting, and even cooking."

Delicious food always makes people happy. Zheng Yushan's beautiful eyes turned into a pair of crescent moons when she smiled.

"Comrade Zhang Shuguang, you are the first person besides my mother and my brother to bring me food.

I really like the pickled fish you made, it’s very delicious.

I'm off tomorrow, but I don't have any great cooking skills, so how about I take you to town to eat Cross-Bridge Rice Noodles?"

The military base is far away from the county town, but there is a border town less than three kilometers to the north.