Sure enough, when Commander Ling returned home for dinner, he saw Political Commissar Qiao's mother from the Second Regiment standing at his door, holding a bowl in her hand, eating while smelling the food.
He was startled when he turned around and saw Commander Ling. He immediately put on a smile, picked up his bowl, and ran away.
When Commander Ling walked in, he saw that the food on the table was already laid out. He smiled and said to Jin Jinxiu, who was taking off her apron, "Mother-in-law, thank you for your trouble."
Jin Jinxiu immediately said, "What's the trouble? These are all family. With me here, you can even try some of the food from Northeast China."
Commander Ling said with a smile, "With our mother-in-law here, we've all become quite picky eaters. Just now, I saw Political Commissar Qiao's mother from the Second Regiment holding a bowl of rice and sniffing it at our doorstep."
Speaking of this, Ling's mother said with a smile, "This isn't the first time Political Commissar Qiao's mother has done this. I've run into her before, and the youngest son of Regiment Commander Liu of the Third Regiment also often sits at our doorstep to eat."
At this point, everyone in the family laughed. Ling's mother said, "I don't have the talent for cooking, so I can't make these delicious dishes."
Jin Jinxiu said with a smile, "Your hands are the hands that hold scalpels to save lives, while our hands are the hands that dig for food and grow crops in the soil. We work hard every day just to have three meals a day. Ingredients are limited, and if the food doesn't taste good, Qian Feng and the others won't have grown this tall!"
Commander Ling listened to Jin Jinxiu's words and laughed, saying, "Everyone says that northerners are all tall. Look at Qian Feng, and then look at me. I'm from Sichuan Province, and I'm only a little over 1.6 meters tall. You can see that the rumors are true."
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