"Huh? It's true." Zhou Yuanyuan carefully examined the model in her hand and felt that Wen Ziqing had a very sharp vision. He pointed out all the shortcomings of the boat at once.
"Yuanyuan, wash your hands and have dinner. I made sweet and sour pork ribs and braised prawns today, both of which you like." Wen Ziqing disliked Xiaochuan and had to use delicious food to tempt the little girl.
Sure enough, as soon as she heard Wen Ziqing announce the dishes, Zhou Yuanyuan quickly put the boat in her hand on the coffee table and happily ran to the bathroom to wash her hands.
Zhou Jiasheng had enrolled in university a few days ago, and Zhao Qingshan had been busy taking care of his grandson at Zhao Guohui's house, leaving Zhou Yuanyuan alone at home. While she wasn't afraid of loneliness, she also enjoyed a lively atmosphere. Over the years, the Zhou and Zhao families had been so busy that even having a meal together had become a luxury.
When Zhou Yuanyuan was alone at home, she basically never cooked. Zhou Yuanyuan's cooking skills were not very good. In her previous life, her family was poor and she had never eaten any good food. Stir-fried vegetables with lard residue and braised pork belly were considered the best dishes Zhou Yuanyuan could make. In this life, the Zhou and Zhao families had no shortage of food, and Zhou Yuanyuan was a cultivator. The greasy pork belly and the lard residue that she used to think was delicious always made Zhou Yuanyuan feel nauseous when she ate it. So, when she was alone at home, Zhou Yuanyuan practiced fasting. After the foundation-building stage, many cultivators chose to practice instead of eating.
When a cultivator reaches the foundation-building stage, he can go without food and drink. The spiritual energy obtained from daily practice is enough to provide nutrients for his body.
Zhou Yuanyuan's cooking skills were average. After reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, she openly shied away from cooking, simply to avoid overdoing her taste buds. However, Wen Ziqing's cooking was excellent, especially his sweet and sour spareribs and braised prawns. The flavor was simply divine, and Zhou Yuanyuan could devour two large bowls with her rice. Whenever Wen Ziqing cooked, Zhou Yuanyuan would easily overeat.
Seeing Zhou Yuanyuan happily eat, Wen Ziqing's heart beamed with joy. Honestly, watching Zhou Yuanyuan enjoy his meals was Wen Ziqing's greatest joy. Zhou Yuanyuan was superior to Wen Ziqing in every way, even in terms of fighting prowess, which left Wen Ziqing feeling frustrated. After discovering that Zhou Yuanyuan disliked cooking, Wen Ziqing devoted himself to practicing, eventually developing cooking skills that were even better than Zhou Yuanyuan's.
Zhou Yuanyuan's mouth was oozing with grease, the satisfaction from her taste buds too great for her to even bother wiping it. Wen Ziqing looked at her lovingly as he wiped the grease from the corners of her mouth with a tissue, the icy look on his face thawing a bit.
"Brother Ziqing, it's delicious. You should eat too." When Zhou Yuanyuan was about 70% full, she finally lifted her head from the bowl. Seeing Wen Ziqing wasn't eating, just watching her, she blushed. She had already finished most of the sweet and sour pork ribs and a small portion of the braised shrimp. Wen Ziqing, on the other hand, had only taken a few bites before her chopsticks stopped moving.
"I'm full," Wen Ziqing pointed to the empty bowl in front of him. Wen Ziqing had always been a fast eater, and after a year at the military academy, his speed seemed to have increased even more. It couldn't be helped; it was all training. During missions, Wen Ziqing and his colleagues' eating times were measured in seconds.
"There are still many dishes, let's eat them together, otherwise they will be wasted." Zhou Yuanyuan didn't care about that. She picked up the plate of braised prawns on the table and put half of it into the empty bowl in front of Wen Ziqing. She didn't have the habit of eating alone.
Wen Ziqing looked at Zhou Yuanyuan helplessly, then picked up his chopsticks and continued eating. Wen Ziqing was not picky about food; no matter if it was flying in the sky or swimming in the sea, to him, it was just food that could fill his stomach.
"Brother Ziqing, where were you during the summer vacation? I told you to call, but you didn't. I've been talking about it several times, saying I'll make things difficult for you when you come back." Zhou Yuanyuan turned around and betrayed her brother. In the past few years, Zhou Jiasheng admired Wen Ziqing very much and always liked to say "Brother Ziqing said..." When he spoke to Zhou Yuanyuan, for some reason, Zhou Jiasheng's attitude towards Wen Ziqing changed drastically. When he talked about Wen Ziqing with Zhou Yuanyuan, he would say "Wen Ziqing, that kid..." Although Zhou Yuanyuan didn't know what happened between Zhou Jiasheng and Wen Ziqing, she could still hear the gnashing of teeth every time Zhou Jiasheng mentioned Wen Ziqing.
Zhou Yuanyuan didn't know that she was the reason Zhou Jiasheng's attitude towards Wen Ziqing had changed drastically. Whenever Zhou Jiasheng thought about his lovely girlfriend being seduced by Wen Ziqing, it was strange that he could be happy when talking about Wen Ziqing.
After watching the little girl babble about all the gossip Zhou Jiasheng had been doing recently, Wen Ziqing couldn't hold back any longer. He placed his hand on Zhou Yuanyuan's head and rubbed it before withdrawing it. Seeing Zhou Yuanyuan so carefree, Wen Ziqing's heart was filled with joy. His little girl deserved to live a carefree life. No matter what the outside world brought, they, the men, would shield her from it.
A real man knows what to do and what not to do. Even if...even if the trajectory of events is different from that of his previous life, and he, Wen Ziqing, dies on the battlefield, he will still participate in this battle. Under the table, Wen Ziqing clenched his fists tightly. If he wasn't going back to the team tomorrow, Wen Ziqing really didn't want to tell the little girl about this tonight.
"Brother Ziqing, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Yuanyuan inexplicably felt an unspeakable sadness from Wen Ziqing, but ignored the fact that Wen Ziqing's big hand was touching her hair.
"Yuanyuan, I will be going to the battlefield in two days. You just be good at home and eat on time. If I die, you will..." Wen Ziqing's throat choked and she couldn't finish the sentence, "You should find a man you like and marry him in the future."
Whenever Wen Ziqing thought about Zhou Yuanyuan marrying another man when she grew up, he felt an indescribable sadness in his heart. Could his little girl, the little girl he had protected since she was a child, possibly become his wife in this life?
"What? Brother Ziqing, going to the battlefield? Is there a war?" Zhou Yuanyuan's voice was trembling. Zhou Yuanyuan was scared. War is a very cruel thing.
In her previous life, Zhou Yuanyuan, though uneducated, knew that China had experienced a war in the early 1980s. While that war didn't erupt into a large-scale war, it still cost China many beloved and respectable soldiers. Wasn't her brother Ziqing a university student? Why did he have to fight on the front lines?
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