Wang Sheng ran out to the kitchen to find Jiang Qiao. He rarely saw his battalion commander in such an embarrassing state, and he really wanted to find someone to share it with.
"Just wait and see. Your battalion commander will definitely have to obey orders. Besides, that's his father. He raised him from infancy, so what's there for him to be ashamed of? Given the current conditions, he can't just go without food and water, can he?"
Inside the house, Song Zhanguo had tidied up everything for his son. Looking at his son's unnatural expression, the old man sighed.
“You, you were so obedient when you were little, how come you’ve become so difficult now that you’re older? Tell me, where haven’t your mother and I seen you? Now you’re acting all dramatic with your father. I’m taking care of you now, but when I’m old, you’ll be taking care of me. It’s not a big deal.”
"Dad, please stop talking—"
Song Zhanguo pointed at his son and said, "Let me tell you, your example is not good. What are those wounded soldiers going to do if their families don't come over? If they're like you, when will their injuries ever heal?"
Your wife will be here soon. When she arrives, listen to her. If she's being difficult, I'll tell your son, and you'll see how embarrassed you are as an old man.
Song Shukun's eyes were a little red. "Dad, I've made you suffer so much."
Song Zhanguo patted his son's head and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. You're my son, after all. What is a father for? It's not just something to say."
When your wife comes, even if you ask me to cook, I won't.
I spoke to your mom on the phone today. She's really upset. Because of her, you need to take good care of yourself and get well soon too.
Just as Song Zhanguo finished speaking, Song Shutian and his sister-in-law pushed open the door and came in.
When the couple met, tears naturally streamed down their faces. The father and son didn't want to delay their heartfelt conversation, so they waited outside and chatted first.
"Dad, how's my brother's leg? Can it be saved?"
Song Zhanguo patted his son on the shoulder and said, "You're a good kid. You know some impressive people. Jiang Qiao certainly didn't disappoint me. Your brother's leg is fine now."
Song Shutian smiled confidently, "That's right. Don't you know who Jiang Qiao is? I wouldn't have brought your son here to cause trouble if he were just an ordinary person. But my brother's leg is alright, so I can breathe a sigh of relief. Dad, where's Jiang Qiao?"
Although Song Zhanguo didn't know where Jiang Qiao had gone, he could guess: "I reckon she must have gone to the kitchen to prepare food for your brother."
"What, you didn't come here just to see your brother? You have another mission?"
Song Shutian nodded. "I never have an easy time here, Dad. You sit down first. I'm going to find Jiang Qiao. We'll chat again later."
When Song Shutian went over, Jiang Qiao and Wang Sheng were chatting and laughing as they helped someone in the kitchen.
With Jiang Qiao's guidance, the chefs prepared medicinal meals for the wounded today. Song Shukun's meals were different from the others; Jiang Qiao prepared them separately.
Since she was borrowing someone else's kitchen, Jiang Qiao felt embarrassed to use the kitchen's facilities for everything. She prepared all the ingredients, oil, and food herself. When asked, she would say that she bought them nearby. As for how she bought them, they could figure it out themselves; she wouldn't say.
Just as Song Shutian entered, Jiang Qiao was steaming rice. Rice produced in the space was of guaranteed quality and would definitely help Song Shukun's wounds recover.
Of course, she didn't just make some for Song Shukun; she made extra for herself, Wang Sheng, and Lei Jiao. If anyone else wanted some, she could share some with them.
However, since it was a refined grain, even if everyone was tempted, they knew that this stuff was expensive and was meant for sick people. It was a very good food, and they weren't that greedy.
"Wow, it smells so good, Comrade Jiang Qiao, did you make mine?"
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Jiang Qiao suddenly turned to look at Song Shutian.
"My God, what are you doing here? No, how many nights have you been staying up? You look like an old man!"
Song Shutian, with his nonchalant attitude, said, "So, I came to find you. You'd better take a good look at me later. There are some illnesses that only you can treat."
Jiang Qiao shook her head. "We can talk about it after we finish eating. Come and help."
Wang Sheng delivered two portions to Lei Jiao and the others, left some food for the kitchen staff, and took the rest back to the ward.
At this moment, Bai Xue's eyes were swollen from crying, but that didn't stop her from seeing people. Her brother-in-law led a little girl in.
At first glance, she was certain that the girl in front of her was Jiang Qiao.
"Jiang Qiao?"
Although she didn't know who the person in front of her was, Jiang Qiao could roughly tell from her appearance that this was Song Shukun's wife. You know, Song Shukun isn't even as good-looking as Song Shutian. This guy certainly knows how to find a wife, a beautiful one.
"Hello, sister-in-law, go wash your hands, it's time for us to eat. You must be tired from the journey."
Bai Xue quickly came over to help carry it, "Jiang Qiao, really, I don't know how to thank you enough."
Jiang Qiao turned her head and smiled, "Sister-in-law, you're too kind. With Brother Song's relationship, we don't need to say thank you."
"Wait a minute, I call him Grandpa Song, but they call him Brother Song. Isn't that a bit of a generational difference?"
Song Zhanguo couldn't help but laugh at Jiang Qiao's antics. "Hehe, let's each call our own names, there's no need for such strict rules."
Jiang Qiao, did you make all of this? It smells so good!
Jiang Qiao proudly raised her chin, "That's right, this is a family heirloom. Ask Brother Song, isn't that right?"
Song Shutian nodded with a smile, "That's right. After receiving guidance from an expert, Dad, please don't stand on ceremony."
Jiang Qiao called to Wang Sheng to quickly bring over a lunchbox to serve the food.
She was worried that with these people here, Wang Sheng would most likely not have enough to eat. "Brother Wang, would you like to eat here or go out to eat?"
Wang Sheng quickly replied, "I'll eat outside; it'll be cooler there."
Jiang Qiao served him another bowl of soup, saying, "Brother Wang, take your time eating, there's still some left."
Wang Sheng opened his lunchbox and exclaimed with delight, "Stir-fried meat with mushrooms, or maybe chicken? It smells so good! I couldn't put it down after taking a bite!"
It wasn't just that the food tasted good; it reminded him of home and the taste of his mother's cooking.
Inside the room, the others started eating as well. Bai Xue thought she wouldn't have an appetite, since the food was prepared in the hospital cafeteria. But who would have thought that she couldn't stop eating after taking the first bite? Jiang Qiao was the first to finish eating, as she had a small appetite.
The rest was all eaten by the men, and Song Shukun was not to be outdone; although he was a patient, he had a good appetite.
The key point is that his own wife is here, which will make things more convenient. Besides, always eating only half-full isn't good for wound healing, and he is aware of this.
"By the way, Jiang Qiao, will your Brother Song's leg suffer any long-term effects?"
Jiang Qiao shook her head. "There shouldn't be any. We just need to wait for the new flesh to grow. It depends on the individual's constitution and how quickly they recover. So, we have to wait and see. If it's okay, we can take the medicine home to rest."
Bai Xue looked at Jiang Qiao with surprise, "Are you sure everything's okay?"
Jiang Qiao smiled and nodded. "So, sister-in-law, you'll have to put in some extra work during this time. I'll teach you how to massage later; it's the easiest for you to do."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com