Chapter 87 How about I help you?
Gossip always spreads fast.
In particular, the news that the General Political Department Art Troupe was coming to give a congratulatory performance spread throughout the compound.
Some people were assigned work tasks and gathered together to discuss the venue layout and prepare performance costumes.
Another group of people, especially members of the army's own art troupe and a group of smart young people, were also eager to try and get a performance opportunity, preferably to be noticed by leaders from Beijing and selected into the General Political Department Art Troupe.
Once people get together, they start chatting and gossip spreads like wildfire!
In the army, you are not allowed to talk about work assignments, you can only talk about daily necessities.
But the daily necessities of life are not as interesting as the gossip between men and women.
I don't know who said it first, but they said in a serious tone that they saw Comrade Zhu slap Captain Feng in the face, and the two of them were fighting fiercely.
Some people also said that the matter was brought to the attention of the political commissar last night!
The beating was too violent and could not be seen by others, so they were taken outside in a jeep for criticism and education.
"I saw it! Captain Feng still had a slap mark on his face this morning! It was small, like it was hit by a woman!"
"Someone went wandering around the woods yesterday and heard Captain Feng say he wanted a divorce!"
"Could it be related to Doctor Jiang who left earlier? Speaking of which, what is the relationship between Doctor Jiang and Captain Feng?"
"It's okay, it's okay! At most, I'll call you brother-in-law!"
"Sister, brother-in-law?!!!! What's going on?"
The group of people became even more excited by the news, and their heads were put together.
The whistleblower had first-hand information and was very proud and laughed out loud.
"You might not know this. A while ago, Commander Feng saved Comrade Shen Qian from the General Political Department's Art Troupe and carried her for several kilometers to the hospital! At the time, many people said they were a talented and beautiful couple, and that they were a perfect match for each other, having saved her life!"
"Unfortunately, Captain Feng was engaged to that young lady, so the matter had to be dropped. Now that Comrade Shen's legs have recovered, his first stop after returning to the art troupe is to come here to offer a congratulatory performance.
"Isn't it obvious?! They're here for Captain Feng!"
When everyone heard this, they were suddenly shocked.
Their eyes widened as they urged the other person to continue, "Teacher Zheng, you are in charge of the choreography. You have met Comrade Shen Qian before, right? Otherwise, how could you know so much about it?"
Teacher Zheng was one of the people who followed Aunt Qin to the courtyard a while ago to show off their power to Zhu Yunying.
She didn't perform well that day either, but now she is on her home turf, and her description is becoming more and more vivid!
Just as she was passionately describing Feng Shuo's heroic rescue of the beauty, Zou Mei, who was passing by, heard it clearly.
She just went to the cafeteria to get food, and the aluminum lunch box was almost flattened!
"A bunch of gossipy women, staring at my sister-in-law every day! They are just envious and jealous, so annoying!"
Zou Mei was so angry that she wanted to rush in and argue, but she saw the director Zhao of the art troupe scolding them to shut up.
"What kind of atmosphere is this?! Choreographing the People's Army behind their backs. Teacher Zheng, are you going to write another self-criticism? Do what you should do and go to the practice room to choreograph!"
Captain Zhao’s man is Political Commissar Zhang. Both of them are upright and incorruptible, and they hate the behavior of hypocrites who are hypocritical.
She scolded him, and the chattering teacher Zheng had no choice but to run off to choreograph in shame.
Just when Zou Mei felt relieved, someone in the corner muttered, "Then why does Jiang Qiaoxin call him brother-in-law?"
However, this question remained unanswered under Captain Zhao's frightened gaze.
Zou Mei felt a little regretful that she was not able to rescue more typical people from being criticized!
It's infuriating.
…
On the other side, in the courtyard.
Zhu Yunying hitchhiked back and was a little faster than usual, even making it in time for lunch.
Xiao Zhang had just finished his meal in the cafeteria. When he came back and saw her at home, he scratched his head embarrassedly and said he would go back and get another one.
Zhu Yunying waved her hand and said that there was leftover rice in the kitchen, so she simply made some fried rice with soy sauce.
Xiao Zhang volunteered to light the stove and add firewood.
He walked with big strides, looking very proud and confident, and squatted in front of the stove door.
Zhu Yunwei was held up for a moment.
She also wanted to secretly stuff some shrimp or something into the fried rice, but it was not convenient to sneak it out from the space.
Just beat an egg and chop some green onions.
Lubricate the pan with lard, beat the eggs, and with a sizzling sound, the aroma will waft up.
The moisture of the overnight rice has evaporated, and the fried grains are distinct. Occasionally, a few of them are still popping and dancing happily in the pot.
A little salt, the key is fresh soy sauce.
I don’t know if it’s Zhu Yunying’s illusion, but I always feel that the soy sauce of this era tastes richer than that of later generations.
Maybe it’s because the soybeans are of better quality?
She didn't understand the ins and outs of it, she just thought it smelled good and made her even hungrier.
Finally, sprinkle with chopped green onions.
Served in a bowl, steaming hot, it is mouth-watering.
Gulp——
Just as I pulled out my chopsticks, I heard the little guy in front of the stove swallow his saliva.
Zhu Yunying looked over, and Xiao Zhang scratched his head innocently: "Sister-in-law, I've eaten it! It just smells delicious."
"Come on. I'll give you half! You're still growing, so you need to eat more!"
"No, no...sister-in-law, I'll go out first." Xiao Zhang patted the dirt and dust off his body, stood up and was about to leave.
Zhu Yunyao coughed lightly and pretended to be angry, "Zhang Qiangqiang, you have to beg me three times before I invite you to dinner. Then don't help in the kitchen anymore."
Little Zhang was a simple-minded boy who had no idea what was going on. He was so frightened that he immediately picked up the bowl and ate it all up in one gulp!
Smells good! So good!
"Sister-in-law, this is so delicious! Next time, please teach me how to make it! I can make it for you!"
Little Zhang Xiang was so sweet that she couldn't bear to smack her lips. She squinted her eyes and savored the taste. Her little mouth seemed to be smeared with honey as she flattered and praised Zhu Yunying.
Zhu Yunying was also hungry, and was busy eating with her bowl in hand, so she didn't pay attention to him in time.
Xiao Zhang shouted several times in a row: "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law! I will study hard! Sister-in-law, sister-in-law!"
"OK……"
Before he finished speaking, a deep and serious rebuke came from the kitchen door:
"What sister-in-law? Zhang Qiangqiang, you've eaten your fill and have nothing to do, so go sweep the floor! And if you're still bored, run ten kilometers!"
Xiao Zhang's smile instantly fell, and he turned his head and frowned: "Captain..."
"Not going yet? Still want to run with weights?"
"Got it! Act now!"
Xiao Zhang saluted, turned around and trotted out.
When passing by Feng Shuo, his speed obviously increased, like a 100-meter sprint.
Zhu Yunying was still eating rice, and she was stunned by the interaction between the two people.
“…”
Feng Shuo stood at the door without saying a word, exuding a low pressure around him.
It makes people feel inexplicably cold.
"He's an orderly, no need to spoil him. He's already grabbed the food from your bowl, won't you refuse?"
Feng Shuo suddenly spoke, and Zhu Yunying was dumbfounded.
So he stood up for her?
“…”
Xiao Zhang is likable, and Zhu Yunying feeds him, and in return she gets a few nice words, which are pleasant and pleasing to the ears.
Why not?
She took a deep breath and wanted to argue, but was afraid of causing trouble for Xiao Zhang, so she simply changed the subject.
"Why are you back at noon? Shouldn't you be training?"
Feng Shuo was standing against the light, blocking the door, his expression was gloomy, but from his voice one could tell that he was in a very unhappy mood.
"Whose captain trains his troops with a slap mark on his face?"
"...I asked Xiao Zhang to bring you some medicinal oil! It will heal after you apply it."
That was a treasure found in Wu Zhixiong’s small treasury, and it was very effective!
If I hadn't done it myself, I wouldn't have let him use it!
"How do you put medicine on your face at the training ground? Is there a mirror?"
Feng Shuo started again.
Classic.
A machine gun for a mouth.
Boom boom boom!
All rhetorical questions.
After being confronted by him like this, Zhu Yunying almost forgot why she hit him...
I wanted to say, "Your face is so small, just cover it up," but then I remembered the stories of tough guys and tender hearts that Yu Jincheng told me on the way, and I felt a silent pity for him.
"How about I help you apply it?"
call out--
The bottle of medicinal oil drew a parabola in the air and landed steadily on the table in front of Zhu Yunying.
Feng Shuo replied in a muffled voice, "Yeah."
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