Feng Mingshu smiled and invited Zhou Jinshan's military academy classmates to stay for dinner, and they happily accepted.
They had expected to witness Old Zhou's wife's culinary skills, but it turned out that Old Zhou himself was the one cooking, while his wife simply picked vegetables, handed things over, and assisted with the cooking.
Seeing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.
Lu Xiangqian laughed and said, "You guys don't know, do you? Old Zhou was originally a cook in the army, and he served as one for two whole years. His cooking skills were no worse than the head chefs at our military academy."
A man in his thirties shook his head: "This has nothing to do with whether Lao Zhou is a good cook or not. A grown man like him going to the kitchen when he gets home, isn't he afraid of being laughed at?"
Lu Xiangqian grinned mischievously and urged, "Brother, why don't you go inside and make fun of Lao Zhou? We'll cheer you on."
The other students joined in the commotion.
The older brother immediately recalled the experience of being humiliated by Lao Zhou during the last special training session, and quickly waved his hand: "Forget it, we're at someone else's house, it's not appropriate to stir up trouble between a couple."
"Brother, I think you're just a coward," Lu Xiangqian mocked without any politeness.
"Who's chickening out? Come on, let's go to the yard and have a go."
"Come on then, who's afraid of who?"
Everyone loves a good time, so they quickly moved to the courtyard to compete, with others cheering them on from the sidelines.
Hearing the noise, Feng Mingshu looked out of the kitchen window into the yard.
Zhai Qingping was the last to leave the building. After descending the steps, he suddenly turned around and met Feng Mingshu's gaze, who was looking into the courtyard.
A gentle breeze caressed her face, the setting sun cast its slanting rays, and the orange-red light shone through the half-open window, illuminating her fair and exquisite face, making her look as beautiful as a dream.
Zhai Qingping was somewhat dazed and didn't look away.
But soon, a hand opened the entire window, but the figure in front of the window also disappeared, as if it were a dream.
Zhai Qingping felt a deep sense of loss.
"Old Zhai, come here quickly! Everyone's betting on who will win this match. Which one are you betting on?"
In the kitchen.
Zhou Jinshan opened the window with one hand and put his arm around Feng Mingshu's waist with the other, pulling her away from the window.
“Old Zhou, it’s not right for us to leave our guests like this. Why don’t you go and greet them, and I’ll cook… um…”
Before Feng Mingshu could finish her suggestion, Zhou Jinshan lowered his head and kissed her lips passionately and forcefully.
Feng Mingshu punched him with her fist, but couldn't stop him. She could only let him do as he pleased, while nervously listening to the sounds outside.
It gives me a feeling of...cheating.
This tension and shame quickly aroused physical desire.
Just as Feng Mingshu's body went limp and she was about to give up, Zhou Jinshan finally ended the kiss. His fingertips brushed against her moist red lips, and his deep, mellow voice carried a hint of satisfaction: "Don't worry about them, you just take care of me."
Feng Mingshu was a little confused by his words. She was still dazed from his kiss and her eyes were red. She pushed him away in embarrassment and annoyance: "I can't be bothered with you. Go and cook."
As the last rays of the setting sun faded, the aroma of food wafted into the courtyard, distracting everyone from their competition. After cleaning up, they rushed into the building and immediately saw that ten main dishes, along with two large bowls of steamed buns and rice, were laid out on the table.
The key point is that most of them are meat dishes!
Rabbit meat, roe deer meat, wild boar meat, pheasant meat, as well as large pork bones and ham sausages, each served on a large plate.
Everyone's eyes widened in surprise, and the older man exclaimed, "Old Zhou, where did you get all this meat? Even during the New Year, we don't get to eat this good!"
Everyone nodded in unison, truly an eye-opener. Is this how capitalists behave?
Zhou Jinshan glanced around and guessed what everyone was thinking. He took out a bottle of wine and said casually, "This was sent by my mother-in-law from the Northeast. It just arrived last week. You guys made it in time, but from now on, your sister-in-law and I will have to eat plain water and cabbage every day."
The group didn't know why Zhou Jinshan's mother-in-law had gone to the Northeast, but they knew there were plenty of wild animals there. They were incredibly envious, but also a little embarrassed, so they quickly said, "Old Zhou, our friendship doesn't need such hospitality. Two steamed buns for each person is enough."
"Yes, steamed buns with vegetable juice, the more you eat, the more delicious it becomes!"
Feng Mingshu brought out the last plate of scrambled eggs. Hearing their words, she couldn't help but chuckle. Facing everyone's gazes, Feng Mingshu smiled and said, "My husband, Lao Zhou, has been your classmate for two years. How can the friendship between us be compared to a meal?"
Everyone felt warmed by her words, and Lu Xiangqian nodded in approval, saying, "Sister-in-law, you're right. Next time we come back, let Lao Zhai treat us. He's definitely going to stay at the school."
When Zhai Qingping was called out, his gaze fell on Feng Mingshu's slightly surprised face. He nodded and smiled, "Sister-in-law, when you and Lao Zhou return to Bincheng, be sure to let me know. I will definitely welcome you back with open arms."
"Old Zhai, why are you putting on airs again? Only your wife here can really understand you," one of the students joked.
Knowing some of the inside story, Lu Xiangqian quickly retorted, "Old Lin, you're wrong. Our Old Zhou has been influenced by his wife for so long, surely he doesn't even understand what 'sweeping' means, right, Old Zhou?"
"We'll sweep the table to welcome you."
Zhou Jinshan pronounced the idiom accurately, then chopped the bottle neck with his hand, and with a bang, the bottle cap flew off. He raised the bottle and smiled at Zhai Qingping, saying, "Then thank you very much, Lao Zhai. Let's drink this bottle dry today."
Zhai Qingping narrowed his eyes slightly, then smiled and said, "Alright, let's drink until we're drunk!"
With the alcohol in hand, the atmosphere instantly became lively, and the men toasted each other while eating meat heartily.
Feng Mingshu was a little worried, afraid that Zhou Jinshan was drunk, but she didn't want to stop him, so she went back to the kitchen to make some hangover tea.
"Sister-in-law, go get something to eat. Just tell me what you need." Lu Xiangqian came to the kitchen door and scratched his head sheepishly.
Feng Mingshu smiled and shook her head: "I've already eaten. You go back and have a drink with them. I'll make you some tea. It'll be ready soon."
Upon hearing this, Lu Xiangqian didn't think much of it and returned to the restaurant. He saw Lao Zhai chugging one glass after another, so he rushed over and snatched the glass away.
"Old Zhai, you drank too much! You finished all our drinks, how are we supposed to drink anymore?"
Zhai Qingping ignored him and stared at Zhou Jinshan, saying, "Do you have enough wine? If not, I'll go out and get some more."
Zhou Jinshan had also drunk quite a bit, his cheekbones flushed, but he calmly smiled and said, "As long as you can drink, there's plenty to go around!"
He turned and went to the counter, taking out two more bottles of strong liquor.
The crowd immediately started cheering, urging the two of them to have a showdown at the dinner table.
When Lu Xiangqian saw this situation, he became a little anxious. Old Zhou's train was at 10 a.m. tomorrow. What if he was delayed?
Knowing he couldn't persuade her otherwise, Lu Xiangqian cleverly called out towards the kitchen, "Sister-in-law!"
Zhou Jinshan and Zhai Qingping, who had just clinked glasses, stopped at the same time and turned to look over.
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