Only then did Song Yun know that Qin Meng had a fiancé, who was also a kid from a wealthy family and knew Qi Mo Nan. The three of them grew up together. Later, Qi Mo Nan and Ning Songbai joined the army. Qin Meng gave up her job at a large hospital in Beijing for Ning Songbai and came to Sichuan Province to be a team doctor. The two had a very good relationship and planned to find time to take a vacation and return to Beijing to get married this morning.
Speaking of Qi Mo Nan, Qin Meng's eyes also showed sadness. "Grandpa Qi is a very good person. I don't believe he would make such a mistake. My grandfather said that he was framed. Sigh - I don't know how Grandpa Qi is doing now. Qi Mo Nan has depended on his grandfather since he was a child. When Grandpa Qi left, I heard that he was ready to retire and go to the countryside with Grandpa Qi. It was Grandpa Qi who threatened to die, so he didn't go. Sigh!"
Song Yun comforted him, "Grandpa Qi is doing well now, and he will be even better in the future."
Qin Meng was stunned for a moment, blinked, and suddenly remembered something. Grandpa said that Grandpa Qi was sent down to a small mountain village in Heilongjiang Province. Song Yun was from a small mountain village in Heilongjiang Province, and Qi Mo Nan had also gone to Heilongjiang Province a while ago.
Some people, once they think about something, will want to think about it more.
Qin Meng turned her head to look at the medical bill, nudged Song Yun with her elbow, and asked quietly, "Have you and Qi Mo Nan known each other for a long time?"
Song Yun nodded, "Yeah."
Qin Meng smiled mysteriously, "No wonder he didn't stay with Group 1 and insisted on coming with you to Group 2. I thought he came here because he knew about our group, but now I understand he came here for you."
Song Yun didn't deny it and smiled.
Qin Meng asked again: "What stage of development has it reached?"
Song Yun said, "I don't have any thoughts of dating right now. Qi Mo Nan and I are just friends."
Qin Meng chewed on the word "currently" and chuckled, "No, take your time. You are still so young, there is really no need to rush." Let Qi Mo Nan, that brat, rush.
The water boiled, Qin Meng took out the thermos, filled it with two pots of hot water, and then added some cold water to continue boiling.
At this time, Zhang Sandong came out of the medical tent and walked to the stove. He saw that there was still water in the pot, so he asked, "What are we having for dinner?"
Qin Meng saw Song Yun's puzzled expression and explained, "There was an accident with the logistics team, so they can't deliver food to us today. They asked us to sort it out ourselves and will resume delivering food tomorrow."
Qin Meng was very worried. "The logistics team sent us 100 kilograms of noodles and 3 kilograms of rice, saying they were rations for all of us tonight and tomorrow morning, along with a little salt. There was nothing else. I don't know what to do."
Song Yun counted and found that there were originally 10 wounded in their medical account. Including her and Qin Meng, there were eight. Now Qi Mo Nan had arrived, which made nine. There were also two soldiers on guard, making a total of eleven people.
1 jin of noodles and 3 jin of rice are enough for two meals for eleven people. It is actually quite a lot. Not only can you fill yourself up, but you can also have some leftovers if you save some.
"Let me do it. The conditions here are very simple, without even a cutting board, so I won't go for anything fancy. I'll just make shaved noodles tonight, which is more filling. Next morning, I'll make a pot of rice porridge and some flatbread."
Qin Meng is also from the north and has always had a special liking for noodles. When she heard that Song Yun could make shaved noodles, she was very happy and said, "I love shaved noodles the most."
Zhang Sandong is from the south and has never eaten or seen shaved noodles. When he heard that Song Yun was going to make shaved noodles, he was very curious and didn't leave, but stayed outside to watch how the noodles were made.
Based on her experience, Song Yun poured about three pounds of flour into the basin, added an appropriate amount of salt, and kneaded it into a slightly harder dough. She let it rest for twenty minutes, then kneaded it again, and let it rest again, repeating this three times.
Zhang Sandong clicked his tongue. "That's such a hassle? Can't you just rub it once?"
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