Chapter 225 Commander, you still call his fiancée a slut

Guard Song Jian has followed Han Suijing for several years and knows his boss's family better than anyone else.

But when Commander Duan ordered him to open the brown paper, he said he had no guts. Song Jian had a strong desire to survive and said, "Commander, after all, this is Han Bingtuan's personal property. If we just open it like this, what if he comes back and blames me?"

"It's about a few books! Open them. I have nothing to do, so I want to see what this kid read at home before he joined the army."

Under Commander Duan's repeated orders, Song Tang squatted beside the tea table trembling with fear, clumsily untied the hemp rope, and unfolded the kraft paper layer by layer.

Five neatly stacked books appeared before the two of them.

At the top is "My Life".

Commander Duan lifted up the books below and glanced at the cover of each book. There was an original English book, a high school English textbook with a yellowed cover wrapped in a book cover, and the one at the bottom was a translated version of "Animal Farm" and "The Count of Monte Cristo".

"This kid has a wide range of knowledge. He read the masterpiece of foreign revenge literature, The Count of Monte Cristo, when he was in his teens." Commander Duan couldn't help but praise his subordinate. He picked up the book in front of him, flipped through it, and threw it aside.

The second book, the original English version, was also thrown aside by the rough man.

Seeing the high school English textbook used by Han Suijing, Commander Duan felt that he might be able to see some interesting things about his subordinate at school when he was young, so he casually opened the English textbook wrapped in a book cover.

The title page has the name of Han Suijing's father written on it.

"After all this time, it turns out that this is not Han Suijing's textbook, but his father's book? Does his younger brother Han Dixing think that his brother cannot receive English education in the army?" Commander Duan sneered and was about to throw it aside.

As a result, when he lifted up the textbook, a stack of photos fell out of the book.

"Huh? There are photos in the book!"

When Song Jian saw the photos sandwiched in the book, he was stunned for a moment, then he squatted down and helped pick up dozens of photos of various sizes.

Before he could see the photo clearly, Commander Duan snatched the photo from his hand.

"Huh? Isn't this a photo of Han Suijing when he was young? Is this his fiancée?" Commander Duan took the photo and pulled out a few slightly larger photos to look at.

Song Jian was startled and quickly came over, saying in amazement: "It's true. No wonder his brother wanted to give him these things to bring to the army."

"Hiss..., didn't Han Suijing break off the engagement with his fiancée a long time ago? Yet there are still so many photos of him at home. I never looked at this person carefully before, so why does he look so familiar?" Commander Duan thought he was dazzled. No matter how he looked at the girl in the photo, he felt like he had seen her somewhere before.

However, Song Jian recognized at a glance that they were various photos of Wang Ziru and Han Suijing when they were young.

He swallowed, looked at the commander who was squinting his eyes to carefully identify the girl in the photo, and said with courage: "Commander, you see her every day, of course you feel familiar with her."

"See you every day? Hey! This is weird. Why does Han Suijing's fiancée see me every day? You must be drunk."

Commander Duan looked at each photo, and finally his eyes fell on a photo in which Han Suijing was holding the hand of a pretty girl, as if they were standing under a tree by the river.

Song Tang: "Commander, your eyesight seems to be not good. Isn't this Deputy Colonel Zhai's wife? Why don't you recognize her?"

"What did you say?! She..." Commander Duan was stunned, as if he was hit by a stick on the head, and he froze.

"She...that..."

The rough man pointed in a certain direction and stuttered so much that he couldn't speak. He rubbed his dog's eyes hard. With the bright light from the window, it really did look a bit like it.

Although it is an old black-and-white photo, it looks to be well preserved and not scratched.

It was only then that the commander realized that every photo was a group photo. It was either an intimate photo of Han Suijing and his young fiancée, or a photo of the three Han brothers together.

There is also a family photo of the Han family. In the photo, the eldest son of the Han family, Han Suijing's brother, is dressed in a military uniform and looks very heroic. The girl-like Wang Ziru is standing next to the Han family's grandmother, and next to her is the brat Han Suijing.

Song Yan was inexplicably excited. "Commander, you are not going to call Comrade Ziru to give her a good beating, are you?"

"Did I take the wrong medicine? Why scold her for no reason?!" Commander Duan was in a really bad mood.

Why is such a lovely and pretty young wife Han Suijing's ex-fiancée?

He couldn't figure it out, and his throat seemed to be choked by something, and he couldn't speak.

After a while, Commander Duan raised his forehead and suddenly recalled that they were all in Baiteng Town not long ago. He quickly remembered the day when Han Suijing led his troops to Baiteng Town, and he couldn't wait to go to the sick room to express his condolences.

Looking back on it later, the boy's claim of visiting a sick patient was just a cover, and the real reason was that he couldn't wait to meet his ex-fiancee.

However, during this period of time, when they returned to the Ninth Division, every time they met, they pretended it was the first time they met.

The brat is quite patient. But now the young wife's husband is fooling around with the daughter of the Wen family, and the couple is arguing about getting a divorce. Han Suijing must be very happy, right?

Song Jian couldn't tell the expression on Commander Duan's face, and he seemed to be taking pleasure in the misfortune. He also did not forget to add fuel to the commander's fire:

"Commander, every time you mentioned Han Bingtuan's fiancée, you would call her a whore. If this gets to Comrade Ziru's ears, I'm afraid it will be bad for your reputation..."

"When did I ever scold her? You little brat, are you asking for a beating?" Commander Duan's face suddenly changed. He threw the photo down, got up and went downstairs.

As soon as I walked out of the regiment office building, I brushed past Han Suijing.

Wen Yuan came back from outside with Han Suijing holding the documents. When they saw Commander Duan, they nodded politely.

But the two sides did not say hello to each other, and Han Suijing did not care. He was on the next floor, discussing troop matters with Wen Yuan and two other officers.

After going upstairs, Wenyuan and several other staff members returned to the general office.

Han Suijing returned to the office and saw Song Yan hurriedly repacking the kraft paper. His sharp eyes were stunned, "You are so brave, you dare to open my things without permission!"

"No, no, the commander was curious about what book you were reading and insisted that I open it." Song Yan was also scared. He was afraid that Han Suijing didn't know that there were many photos in the book.

He held the pile of books and placed them on the desk. "It was not my decision to open them."

Han Suijing grumbled in his heart that his grumpy boss was actually interested in the books he had read!

It's just a book I've read before, and there's nothing interesting about it.

He stacked a few old books neatly, wrapped them back in brown paper, and put them in the drawer of his desk, thinking that he would take them out and read them when he had free time in the evening.

The kitchen team had already begun preparing dinner for the entire army.

Wang Ziru came to the kitchen and saw several cooks busy in the kitchen. There were two pots of shredded potatoes and beans on the chopping board.

Squad leader Wang had already received instructions from Commander Duan that Wang Ziru would be the chef for the officers' evening meals.

"Sister-in-law! How many dishes do you plan to cook for Commander Duan and all the cadres tonight?" Squad Leader Wang had heard that Wang Ziru had cooked several dishes for Commander Duan when she was in Baiteng Town, so he took the initiative to take her to select ingredients.

Wang Ziru asked Commander Duan how many officers were at his table.

The answer was two tables. "I counted. Two tables, about 20 people."

"So many cadres?" Then Zhai Ximo must be at the cadres' table.

I really don’t want to cook for that bastard anymore!

Wang Ziru tied on the apron she brought with her and began to select ingredients and prepare two tables of snacks.

She remembered that Commander Duan had specifically told her that he would be back in Kun District early the next morning, so she had to cook happily as a way of thanking the commander.

Wang Ziru checked the pieces of fresh pork in the warehouse and said, "What a pity, there is no brine today, otherwise I could make some brine dishes."

"Brine? I heard from them that my sister-in-law made pine for the commander in Baiteng Town. It's still early now. Tell me what herbs you need and I'll have someone go to the town's herbal medicine shop to get them."

"Hey, you reminded me that when I came back from Baiteng Town last time, I went to the medicine shop to grab two bags of brine herbs." Wang Ziru said excitedly, "I'll go home again later."

"That's great! Sister-in-law, I'll give you two cooks to help you later."

"good!"

After looking at the ingredients in the warehouse, Wang Ziru wrote down the menu for that night on the list:

Stir-fried cabbage with pork lard, pan-fried shredded potato cakes, Dongpo pork elbow, braised pork with preserved vegetables, steamed spareribs with rice flour, braised eggplant, stir-fried green beans, stir-fried shredded pumpkin, and shredded kelp and bone soup.

A few more brined dishes: pork tripe, pig ears, and pig liver.

Cold dishes: cold cucumber and tomato mixed with sugar.

After writing, Wang Ziru handed the menu to squad leader Wang, "You arrange two cooks to help me get two pig feet. I only need this part. First, roast the pig skin, wash it with hot water, and put it in a basin for me to marinate."

When Squad Leader Wang saw the dishes written on the list, his eyes almost popped out.

This was the first time he had seen such a heavy menu since he joined the kitchen team during his military service.

He immediately expressed deep admiration for Wang Ziru, "Don't worry, sister-in-law! I'll help you tonight. I'll do whatever you ask me to do."

"Okay, by the way, does the kitchen have any extra stoves? All the stoves in your stove room have been used, where can I cook?"

"Don't worry, sister-in-law. We still have two iron bucket stoves and a few small stoves. Move them all out."

"Well, then you guys take out the pig's feet first, and I'll go back and get the salt."

Wang Ziru returned to her family compound quickly. Many military wives saw her wearing an apron and going in and out. Immediately, several of them asked her, "Bao'er's mother, are you helping with cooking in the kitchen?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"That's true. The troops slaughtered such a big fat pig today. The kitchen staff will definitely make lard at night, right?" One of the military wives looked at Wang Ziru greedily.

Wang Ziru thought for a moment and said, "They seem to be refining oil."

"Then, can you help us get some oil residue? Oil residue is very delicious when stir-fried. Our kids love it the most."

Several military wives surrounded Wang Ziru with smiles on their faces, asking for the cooking oil residue from refining oil.

In particular, the two women who were used to eating lard seemed to have opened up and loudly recounted the happy times they had when they were young in their hometown making lard with their mothers.

Compared to currying favor with the woman from the Wen family on the fifth floor, currying favor with Wang Ziru can bring more tangible benefits.

They thought that with Wang Ziru's help in the kitchen, they would definitely be able to get a bowl of oil residue for each of them!