After dinner, Zhou Ze'an let the children take a rest while he went to wash the pots and dishes.

After I came out of the bathroom, I saw a bowl of leftover maltose...

He was washing the dishes when the children came running to wash them.

Qiao Yu: "Are you done? Come, drink this bowl of malt extract and then take a hot bath."

The man hesitated for a moment and discussed with her: "Is it okay not to wash?"

Qiao Yu's expression froze slightly, and he asked patiently, "Why?"

"Too tired."

"No!" Qiao Yu retorted, "The sheets in the master bedroom are new and must be washed! Otherwise, ask the children to see who is willing to put up with you for one night."

Zhou Ze'an's gaze fell on Zhou Jun's children.

It's nothing, he has never had any contact with Dawei and Xiaoyong, and the child is naturally sensitive to his stepfather. So he skipped Dawei and Xiaoyong.

Zhou Wen turned his head away, Zhou Jun looked at the sky, and Zhou Wu did speak, but not as Zhou Ze'an wished.

"Dad... my aunt followed the army and taught us to pay attention to hygiene no matter how tired or hard it is."

"…Your aunt taught me the right thing."

Zhou Ze'an still wants to refuse malt milk...

Qiao Yu: "You are the pillar of the family. You are too thin. You can't fall down. If you really don't want to drink and think that the family is consuming too much, then stop giving the children maltose."

Children: ???

Qiao Yu: "If you want to drink, we drink together. If you don't want to drink, we don't drink together. This is called sharing happiness and hardships! We are a family, no worse than the soldiers who are twisted into a doughnut on the battlefield to defend their homeland! Military kids Zhou Wen, Zhou Wu, Da Wei, Xiao Yong, don't you agree!!"

The children's enthusiasm was aroused immediately.

The children said in unison: "Yes!!"

Zhou Ze'an: ...drank the bowl of maltose silently.

There is no need to do so.

When Zhou Ze'an was carrying the enamel pot to the kitchen, Qiao Yu shouted at his back: "Bring the soap! Rub the mud off your body!"

Others: …

When Zhou Ze'an returned to the master bedroom, he saw the woman wearing a jacket and shorts, with a corner of the quilt symbolically covering her belly.

The white legs were evenly thin and straight, making it impossible to look away at first sight.

Especially when one of her feet was resting on the knee of the other leg, there was an indescribable desire in the sense of relaxation.

His Adam's apple rolled.

Qiao Yu heard the noise and turned his head to look over.

Ah, this appearance matches the temperament and back view at first glance.

As expected, a handsome guy still has to be clean and tidy to look handsome.

Especially this man who seems to be quiet, but his temperament is filled with a wildness that is almost uncontrollable.

The blue veins protruded slightly from his biceps, and the texture of his flesh could not be concealed by his thin home shirt, giving Qiao Yu a red alert light.

Danger, danger!

She focused her eyes and suddenly felt the heat and a little thirsty.

"You finished washing so soon?"

"Um."

"You didn't rub the mud well, did you?"

"..."

"No, I have to check it out, otherwise you can't get in bed!"

Qiao Yu said this because he was annoyed that the newly changed bed sheets had been soiled by a dusty man and had to be changed again.

but……

Check.

Go to bed.

It's really thought-provoking.

Especially when she knelt up and moved her knees toward the bed.

She knelt on the bed and lifted up his clothes to check.

When he lowered his head, he could see her soft black hair, her smooth forehead, her fair and straight nose, her cute round nose tip, and that...

There was nothing wrong with what she was wearing, but it was very hot, very...

Especially when her cold fingertips accidentally scratched him...

He held her hand and said in a hoarse voice: "Wash it clean."

Qiao Yu, who was a bit slow, seemed to notice that the atmosphere was not right. He pulled his hand back abruptly, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Hey, what is she afraid of?

Isn’t Lao Zhou not capable?

Being in the same room with a man who is not good enough...how safe it is!

Qiao Yu rolled around on the bed, making room for half of it, and patted the empty space, saying, "Okay, I'll trust you this time, let's get on the bed."

Zhou Ze'an: ...

So, bold?

Yes, both of them are remarried.

She should be familiar with these.

He is a man, and even if he has never eaten pork, he knows how pork runs.

I was thinking about it, but once I got into bed, I heard him talking about the real topic in the dark: "If we're setting up a banquet, how many tables should we set?"

"Five tables."

"Have you eaten enough?"

"Enough."

“Then I can’t handle it alone.”

"You can ask someone you know."

Qiao Yu clapped his hands, "Then please invite Sister Wang and the Director."

The director of the Women's Federation is also getting older...

"You should hire a younger sister-in-law."

Qiao Yu recalled the appearance of the Women's Federation director and thought so, and asked, "Then, what dish should we cook?"

"Fish, shrimp...do you have any bacon at home?"

"Yes, I have."

"Well, that's all."

"That's it?"

This is a bit too shabby.

But when he thought about the fact that we were still in a famine, Qiao Yu felt relieved.

The troops' food supply is so tight, not to mention other places.

Qiao Yu sighed softly, and then felt something hard poking his arm.

"What?"

"My family's bankbook."

Qiao Yu somersaulted over him and went to pull the electric light.

The room suddenly became bright.

The island has electricity, so people like Zhou Ze'an have no restrictions on electricity and time. Of course, even the head of a group rarely wastes money on lights these days.

Qiao Yu looked at the numbers on the passbook.

Five thousand!!!

Eh.

She suddenly became a millionaire.

This was still the sixties!

As soon as Qiao Yu turned around, he saw Zhou Ze'an rummaging through something in the closet.

After a while, he handed her a stack of banknotes.

"This is pocket money, keep it."

Qiao Yu smiled and said, "Don't worry! Our revolutionary friendship will last forever. I will definitely help you take good care of the children!"

Zhou Ze'an always felt that her words were strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he just said, "I completed this mission very well, and there will be a reward from the higher-ups. Do you want anything?"

Qiao Yu thought about it and shook his head, "No, I don't lack anything at home."

She wants an air conditioner, a refrigerator, and a mobile phone. Are they available in this era?

no.

Joe? No desire, no request? Yu.

Seeing that he was silent, Qiao Yu added, "If it really doesn't work, you need money or more maltose and cloth. Children grow fast, and cloth and maltose are useless."

Zhou Ze'an breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay."

After the chat, Qiao Yu turned on the light, and the two of them climbed back into bed in tacit understanding in the dark.

The sheets were big enough so she didn't have to fight with him for the mattress.

In a daze, she heard Zhou Ze'an say, "From now on, I will give you my monthly salary and allowance."

She forgot whether she had agreed or not and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day there was no one by the bed and the children had gone to school.

Not only were there words left on the table, but also breakfast.

Zhou Ze'an: Buy ingredients, you take a rest.

So concise...

I guess it's a skill he acquired from sending so many telegrams.

After eating the bun, Qiao Yu turned around and went back to bed to sleep.

When I woke up, I smelled the aroma of cooking coming from the kitchen.

She went to the faucet to wash up, muttering to herself, Zhou Ze'an's cooking smells pretty good?

At least it's much more delicious than the random rice she made.

Thinking of rice...

Damn it, she has to eat with the children now and can't eat alone.

People's noses are so sensitive nowadays. The cooked food she copied in the space, as long as it was meat or had a slightly strong smell of oil, would be sniffed out by the children in the family.

Oh, by the way...

How long did Lao Zhou say we would have to rest?

The longer he rested, the harder her life would be.

Qiao Yu counted the money on his fingers.

It would be better to kick this man out on a few more missions.

After spitting out foam and coming to the kitchen, Qiao Yu greeted Zhou Ze'an who was cooking enthusiastically: "Good morning."

“…It’s getting late.”

"Ah, it's okay, just think of it as you getting up early."

Zhou Ze'an pondered for a moment, did not refute, and continued with the process at hand.