"this……"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi hesitated.
Qiu Chunfang immediately adopted a caring attitude towards her neighbor and spoke eloquently.
“We’re all neighbors, we see each other all the time. I just saw that the neighbors next door only cooked a pot of plain porridge this morning. That’s all they have to eat. With the kids going to school and the adults going to work, they definitely can’t keep going all morning. We have to help them out.”
"Alright."
Zhao Yi was a simple-minded person and didn't think much of it, so he listened to Qiu Chunfang's words.
He washed up, changed into clean clothes, and carrying two scallion pancakes, headed towards the neighboring courtyard.
Just as they arrived at the gate of the neighboring courtyard, they ran into Shen Huaichuan, who was returning from outside and had just opened his own gate.
The two had a good relationship in the army. Zhao Yi was about to speak when he heard a voice from inside.
"You're back? Perfect timing! We're having layered meat pies for breakfast. They're just done making them, let me cut them!"
Zhou Qiqi opened the kitchen door, poked her head out, and called out.
Zhao Yi, with his sharp eyes, peeked through the crack in the door following the sound. Good heavens, he saw a person turn to the side, and a golden, crispy meat pie was sliced with a knife, making a crisp "snap" sound.
Looking at the meat pie again, the layers of meat filling were so full they were almost overflowing, and the tender meat juices flowed slowly down the blade. A rich and mellow aroma wafted over and instantly entered Zhao Yi's nostrils.
Zhao Yi stared wide-eyed, his mouth watering so much he almost drooled.
He wanted to take a few more glances, but suddenly Shen Huaichuan's cold, icy face appeared before him.
His tone was icy as he asked, "Battalion Commander Zhao, is there something you need?"
"No...no, I was just passing by..."
Zhao Yi quickly shook his head, like a defeated rooster, and slunk home with the scallion pancakes.
Seeing Zhao Yi's expression, Qiu Chunfang put her hands on her hips and sneered, "What's wrong? Is that woman so angry that she won't accept our pancakes?"
"What's wrong? Is that woman furious and refusing to accept it?"
Zhao Yi was so angry that his face turned red. With a "bang," he slammed the bowl heavily on the table, his face ashen, and roared.
"Shut up! What a terrible idea! You've made me lose face! People at home eat layered meat pies, so fragrant and tempting, how could they possibly want your scallion pancakes?"
"What?"
At first, Qiu Chunfang didn't quite believe it, but soon, the rich aroma of meat from next door wafted over along the wall.
Looking at the plain scallion pancake in her hand, with hardly any oil, she instantly lost her appetite.
Meanwhile, in the neighboring courtyard, Shen Huaichuan looked at the layers of meat pies on the table and his appetite was instantly whetted, his eyes shining.
"Who was that at the door just now? They were wearing military uniform. Were they your comrades? Why didn't you invite them in to sit down and get to know them?"
As Zhou Qiqi handed the chopsticks to Shen Huaichuan, she casually asked a question.
She thought someone had something to ask Shen Huaichuan, and thought it would be a good opportunity to get to know Shen Huaichuan's friends.
Shen Huaichuan's eyes turned cold instantly, and he said indifferently, "The one next door, a small battalion commander."
"Never mind then, maybe next time."
Zhou Qiqi stuck out her tongue. "You guys eat first, I'll go make Zhouzhou a cup of malted milk powder."
Before her aunt was in the family, Shen Huaichuan would bring back meals from the army canteen.
The food probably isn't to the children's liking.
Yesterday, when she held Zhouzhou's hand, she noticed that the child only had a little baby fat on his face and was quite thin, so he needed to be given more nutrition.
She can't drink that malted milk powder, and it's a waste to leave it there. It's better to give it to Zhouzhou so that the child can get some nutrition.
"I'll go, you eat first."
Zhou Qiqi had just stood up when Shen Huaichuan gently pressed her back down.
Hey, this guy's got a good eye! Zhou Qiqi was secretly pleased and didn't refuse, a smile unconsciously creeping into her eyes.
She picked up her chopsticks, placed a meat pie on Zhouzhou's plate, and thoughtfully blew on the porridge to cool it down, afraid of scalding the child.
Zhouzhou remained silent, her face expressionless, but her gaze lingered on Zhou Qiqi's face for two seconds, and she even blinked.
Zhou Qiqi handed her the spoon and smiled slightly, "You're saying thank you, right? You're welcome!"
Zhouzhou lowered her head, sipping her porridge in small mouthfuls, her long eyelashes fluttering, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking in her little head.
Just then, Shen Huaichuan returned carrying two glass cups.
He gently placed a cup of cold, white malted milk powder in front of Zhouzhou.
The malted milk powder in the other cup was a warm white color and still steaming. He carefully placed it in front of Zhou Qiqi.
"What's this?"
Zhou Qiqi's eyes widened.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com