Forehead......
Mom, you're so cruel!
The little one finally agreed that he wouldn't eat snacks after dinner, but he would still eat normally during the day.
After putting the little one on the bed and dressing him in his pajamas, he obediently crawled into the covers, and soon his even breathing could be heard.
Upon closer inspection, I found that she had fallen asleep.
Ye Wanying stood up, walked slowly out of the room, and closed the door.
Looking at the clock on the wall, it was almost 10:30. She thought that her husband was probably busy picking her and their son up in the afternoon and hadn't had time to eat dinner.
I went to the kitchen, turned on the stove, rinsed the rice, and cooked porridge.
White rice porridge can be cooked in about ten minutes, saving the most time.
During this time, Ye Wanying quickly prepared several snacks suitable for dinner: stir-fried clams with soy sauce, egg pancakes, and cold black fungus salad.
Finally, I also brewed a pot of refreshing tea in a small pot, with ingredients such as mint leaves, lemon, and verbena.
Its refreshing taste can invigorate and eliminate fatigue, and its lemon aroma can uplift your mood and boost your spirits. It is more effective than coffee and has no addictive properties or side effects.
After preparing these items, Ye Wanying naturally didn't deliver them herself, as entry into the office building was prohibited at this time. Instead, she asked a soldier who happened to be changing shifts at the entrance to help deliver them.
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In the office, Gao Dan was really busy, with a huge pile of military documents on his desk that needed to be dealt with immediately.
Below them sat Zhao Shuai and Wen Mu, each with a pile of things in front of them.
"Knock knock!"
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Gao Dan put down his pen, rubbed his eyebrows and eyes, and said.
After the door opened, a young soldier appeared in the doorway: "Reporting to the three leaders, this is what my sister-in-law asked me to deliver."
Wen Mu and Zhao Shuai are both still unmarried, so "sister-in-law" naturally refers to Ye Wanying.
"Bring it here."
Of course I'll accept it if it's from my mistress.
Commander Gao was overjoyed at that moment.
Especially when he saw what the young soldier brought him, the fatigue on his face vanished, and his heart and eyes were full of smiles.
Wen Mu and Zhao Shuai smelled the aroma of stir-fried sauce and immediately gathered around: "Boss, your wife made a loving midnight snack."
Upon hearing what Zhao Shuai said, Commander Gao gave a haughty snort and used his slender fingers to take out the porridge and side dishes one by one and place them on the table in front of him.
When he saw the two eyesores still standing in front of him, he said, "You two, aren't you going to get back to work?"
work?
Of course we want to, but we'll have to wait until after we've eaten.
Clearly, Political Commissar Wen and Instructor Zhao had their eyes on Commander Gao's heartwarming late-night snack.
"Boss, we're hungry too." Political Commissar Wen said this while showing a wronged expression, and then Instructor Zhao followed suit with the same expression.
Commander Gao was extremely displeased, his face darkening.
In the end, he still gave some of his food to the two of them, after all, it was a brotherhood of many years, even though he was extremely unwilling.
Enjoying her eldest daughter's lovingly prepared late-night snack with great satisfaction: "Sister-in-law's cooking skills are even better than those of restaurant chefs. The clam sauce is so flavorful and delicious."
"These wood ear mushrooms are also good, they're crunchy and have a sour and spicy flavor, have a taste."
"Hmm, it's really good."
Over here, Commander Gao was drinking his porridge, looking at the two people in front of him with a dislike that he couldn't stand. He freed one hand and pulled out a large stack of documents from the pile of documents he had just signed, handing them to the two men.
"Make a summary later and give it to me before dawn."
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