Seeing that Hank was willing to try using chopsticks, seven or eight people surrounded him, wanting to teach him how to use chopsticks.
The reason why Mr. Nie feels particularly at ease when he is with his wife is that, although she is younger than him, shorter, and thinner, she is the one who protects him in both physical and social situations.
This was his first time entering a military canteen, and as soon as he stepped inside, his initial resistance lessened considerably.
Moreover, he felt extremely comfortable because it was the first time he had seen the chopped vegetables in the canteen neatly arranged. Every scallion, every clove of garlic, and every stalk of celery had been washed clean and arranged neatly in a vegetable basket on a polished stainless steel cutting board, with each piece exactly the same in terms of head, tail, height, and shape.
Looking at the various condiment jars, bowls, and chopsticks, everything was in an extremely neat and orderly state.
How should I put it? It's practically a godsend for people with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Squad Leader Liu ladled a large bowl for Chen Rou, which was piled high and contained almost no vegetables, but was all meat and ribs.
With a swish of the large ladle, he decided to serve Boss Nie a bowl like this as well, but Chen Rou quickly said, "Brother Liu, just a small half ladle."
Squad Leader Liu frowned: "That won't do. This gentleman is so tall and thin, half a bowl won't be enough for him."
Chen Rou glanced at her husband, and with a half-smile, told a white lie: "He just ate, so he only ordered a little."
She naturally wanted a big steamed bun for herself, but only broke off half for Nie Zhao.
The two found a table and sat down. Chen Rou first tore off a piece of steamed bun, dipped it in the soup, and put it directly into her mouth.
With another flick of the chopsticks, he began to wolf down his food.
The deliciousness of food is contagious, so Boss Nie tore off a piece of steamed bun and dipped it in the soup.
Surprisingly, this meal was even better than the four dishes and soup that Commander Wang had served him. It was savory, appetizing, and not greasy at all.
Originally, Boss Nie didn't like the tasteless steamed buns, nor did he like the overly greasy braised pork. He only dipped the steamed buns in the broth and ate two pieces of ribs. He thought the ribs were pretty good, but he didn't finish the ones in his bowl, so he was embarrassed to ask for more. Just then, Chen Rou took away his braised pork and gave him several large pieces of ribs.
This is Miss Chen's wisdom: she neither forces nor compels him, but gives Nie Zhao the opportunity to try and make mistakes, and also covers for him. As long as it is in public, she will never put him in an embarrassing situation.
Boss Nie ate all the dishes and drank all the soup.
At this moment, all the cooks and other people eating with him were looking at him. After looking around, he said, "It's especially delicious."
Squad Leader Liu grinned broadly, about to burst into laughter: "Did you hear that? Our cooking skills are certified by the richest man in the world."
But then Chen Ke arrived, glaring at him: "Old Liu, what nonsense are you spouting?"
These people knew Nie Zhao because the wanted poster that Gui Tou Chang gave him had a photo on it.
However, the fact that Nie Zhao had visited the Interpol officers' camp is a top secret and cannot be made public.
Otherwise, if the Americans or Gui Touchang trace the source of their weapons, everyone will be in deep trouble.
Chen Ke had just finished negotiating with the local police and dealing with matters in the park when he heard that Chen Rou wanted to take Hu Yongfei along. He immediately expressed his opposition.
It wasn't that he didn't trust Chen Rou's flying experience and skills, but rather that he always had a childlike concern for her, fearing that if she got hurt, he wouldn't be able to explain it to Nie Zhao.
He also brought news about Wan Daozai. His fever had subsided, but because soldiers in the military have strict hygiene requirements, anyone who gets athlete's foot will be treated immediately. So even the clinic had never seen such a serious case of athlete's foot that had even spread to the lungs. They only dared to use some antibiotics, and the rest of the treatment would have to be done back in Hong Kong.
Chen Rou had anticipated this, because her athlete's foot hadn't gotten better when she left Wan Daozai last time.
He's lucky to be alive. He had dengue fever, inexplicably pulmonary athlete's foot, and both his legs were rotting. There's no time to lose, so they'll set off tonight and give him specific treatment after they get back to Hong Kong.
Furthermore, since Nie Zhao has come, Chen Ke should show him something.
Moreover, he hadn't even shown it to Chen Rou.
Accompanied by his cousin-in-law, Chen Ke walked all the way to the captain's office, took out his key to open the door, invited Nie Zhao and Chen Rou in, and then came in himself. He then gestured for the two of them to sit on a row of benches against the wall before starting to look through the documents.
Of course, the military has radio transmitters and fax machines.
Despite his rigid and old-fashioned appearance, Captain Chen even has a captured Mac that can still be turned on, and he also has an instruction manual. He often practices typing English using the 26 letters on the keyboard.
But today, none of these things are the most important; what matters is a stack of photocopies of documents.
Chen Ke counted out half and handed it to Nie Zhao, then counted out the other half and handed it to Chen Rou. She took it, looked at it, and smiled: "Daily report."
She flipped through it and felt that the handwriting looked familiar, but of course, she didn't realize for a moment that it was written by Nie Yao. She thought it was written by Chen Ke, so she said, "Captain Chen's handwriting is really good."
After flipping through it again, he said, "The work is easy, but the reports are hard to write. But Captain Chen, you're really something. Your daily work reports are six or seven thousand words long. This one... this must be more than ten thousand words long, right?"
But as she continued scrolling down, she suddenly looked up and exclaimed, "Such fluent English! This is..."
Chen Ke nodded: "I have to let you two see this, because Comrade Nie Yao, oh no, sir, Mr. Nie Yao has helped us a lot, and recently he has been teaching us English, he..."
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