Chapter 150 What are you doing in the middle of the night?
The outpost we visited this time was quite remote, and the jeep carrying the consolation performance did not return to the camp until late at night.
Zeng Xiaoqin and Wenwen helped carry the basket of sesame cakes and chicken legs into the kitchen. As soon as they reached the door, they heard rustling sounds inside. They were so scared that they dropped the basket and covered each other's mouths.
No way!!!
Is there any place more righteous than the camp?
How could it be haunted in the middle of the night?
"Maybe it's a rat..."
Wen Wen muttered in a low voice.
There was a clang and then the door creaked open.
The two little girls froze instantly, their backs pressed against the wall, holding their breath.
Zeng Xiaoqin turned her head to look at Wenwen, her eyes widening a little, as if to say: [Can the rat in your house open the door?]
Wen Wen also opened her eyes wide and pursed her lips: [Even ghosts don’t need to open the door! ]
The two looked at each other, and suddenly an idea came to them, blurting out, shouting:
"Catch the thief—"
Zeng Xiaoqin picked up the fallen basket and rushed towards the kitchen door, shouting, "Which company or squad are you from? Who are your leaders who are stealing things in the middle of the night?"
She rushed in front of the people, but Wen Wen grabbed her back and pulled her back hard.
The cultural and artistic soldiers are also soldiers. Wen Wen’s strength is really amazing. She almost knocked Zeng Xiaoqin over.
"Reporter Zeng, it's Captain Feng, your brother!!!"
My cousin?!
Zeng Xiaoqin was startled, the basket in her hand still waving in the air, when she saw the man in the moonlight, his face as gloomy as water, his pair of sinister eyes looking at her coldly.
Feng Shuo was holding a large teacup in his hand. There was no telling what was in it, but white steam was coming out of it.
He treasured this thing so much that he held the handle of the cup in one hand and protected it with the other.
Feng Shuo said in a deep voice: "Why are you so rash and not sleeping in the middle of the night?"
Zeng Xiaoqin pouted, looking quite aggrieved. "Brother, we just came back from the outpost. It was very hard! This is the basket of chicken drumsticks and sesame cakes that my sister-in-law gave to the soldiers. We'll take it back to the kitchen."
"Well, once it's delivered, I'll go back quickly."
"Oh! What are you doing here, cousin? The lights are not even on. It sounds scary."
Zeng Xiaoqin stretched her neck, wanting to see what was in Feng Shuo's cup.
Unfortunately, as soon as she leaned forward, Feng Shuo dodged her.
"I'm just making a cup of hot tea, why turn on the light? Stop being so suspicious!"
After saying that, Feng Shuo walked away with big strides.
When he left, his hands were still protecting the big teacup!
Zeng Xiaoqin looked at the man's guilty figure, narrowed her eyes, and said to Wen Wen beside her, "Wen Wen, do you smell the tea? Why can't I smell it at all?"
"It doesn't taste like tea, but it does taste a bit like medicine."
"Yes, yes, yes! It smells like medicine! Could it be that my brother is making medicine for my sister-in-law? Sorry!"
Zeng Xiaoqin chuckled and raised her eyebrows slyly.
She felt that her cousin and sister-in-law were a perfect match!
They are both good-looking and smart. The children they will have in the future will definitely be adorable.
Zeng Xiaoqin was very satisfied with her understanding. She put down the basket and walked towards the dormitory with Wenwen in her arm.
Along the way, Zeng Xiaoqin was the one talking and laughing, while Wenwen was much quieter.
Wenwen always felt that the smell of medicine was very familiar, vague and unclear, but she couldn't remember where she had smelled it.
She doesn't usually take Chinese medicine.
But her boyfriend Xiao Jia is the orderly of the Third Regiment Commander, who has been on the battlefield and has old injuries, so it is very difficult for him to endure cloudy and rainy days.
Xiao Jia often boils medicine for the third commander, and his body would have some medicinal smell.
Is that the taste?
Similar, but not quite similar...
Wenwen shook her head and stopped thinking about it.
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On the way back, Zeng Xiaoqin saw the light coming from the dormitory from a distance.
My sister-in-law has been recuperating from her injuries these past two days, and Aunt Qin has been painstakingly mending her performance costumes by herself. She can't help but grumble in a sarcastic tone at night.
She didn't dare to say it directly, but the occasional "tut" sound was annoying.
Zeng Xiaoqin, who had just been immersed in the loving relationship between her cousin and sister-in-law, suddenly frowned and pushed the door open in a gloomy manner.
She squinted her eyes habitually, not wanting to look at Aunt Qin any longer.
Unexpectedly, what hit me was the aroma of sweet mung bean soup.
"Xiaoqin is back! Come quickly, have a bowl of the freshly cooled mung bean soup to relieve your fatigue."
Zhu Yunying sat on the big bunk bed, legs crossed, fanning herself with a large palm-leaf fan, and biting half of a big, bright red tomato in her mouth.
"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law?!"
Zeng Xiaoqin was stunned.
She looked around and saw that Aunt Qin was already fast asleep at the other end of the bunk bed, smacking her lips.
On the chair next to him, there was a pile of performance costumes, stacked so thickly that it was obvious that a lot of effort had been put into organizing them.
"Sister-in-law, why are you here? I thought you had to stay in the duty room today. Can you rest well here?"
Zeng Xiaoqin frowned, glanced at Aunt Qin, and whispered, "Does Aunt Qin really want you to help? Otherwise, why don't you talk to your cousin and ask him to take you back to the compound first? You're injured, how can you have the energy to work?"
"It's okay, it's all done. Drink the mung bean soup quickly and go to bed early."
Zhu Yunyao was waving a palm-leaf fan, her eyes bright and she looked energetic.
She knew that Aunt Qin had been working very hard these days.
So, I made some mung bean soup and shared it with everyone.
The clothes were also thrown directly into the space, washed with spiritual spring water, and after being spun dry, the places that needed mending were automatically repaired.
Zhu Yunying didn’t know that Lingquan water had this function at first. She just thought that some of the performance costumes were too dirty.
As it turned out, the spiritual spring water can not only strengthen the body, but can even be used to mend clothes. It really opened my eyes.
She was quite busy that night, going in and out several times to get her performance costumes ready.
I took a comfortable hot bath in the space again.
By the way, I also counted the Chinese herbal medicines that could be harvested in the fields, and the cotton and silk cocoons were piled up into small hills.
Everything was settled and Zeng Xiaoqin came back not long after I took a break.
In Zeng Xiaoqin's eyes, she had just been injured and should have a good rest.
But Zhu Yunyao had already recovered with the help of the spiritual spring in the space, and every time she entered the space, time would be stretched out. It felt like several days had passed.
It's like I have jet lag.
"Sister-in-law, are you really going to live here? You're not going to your cousin's place?"
Zeng Xiaoqin drank the mung bean soup in big gulps, and then thought of Feng Shuo tinkering in the kitchen late at night. It couldn't be that he was just making tea!
Just as she was about to ask indirectly, she heard someone knocking on the window.
Zeng Xiaoqin and Zhu Yunwei were both stunned. They looked at each other and felt that the scene was somewhat familiar.
Zhu Yunying hesitated, blinked, and watched the window being opened.
In the summer night, Feng Shuo was sweating profusely, breathing heavily, and staring at her straight in the eyes——
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