"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made up a story to suspect you of being an enemy agent just to get your attention."
Feng Bai covered his face with his hands, his words sincere. He knew his uncle well; if the person being apologized to wasn't satisfied, he would have to keep apologizing.
It was truly embarrassing for him to reveal his lewd thoughts in front of the woman he liked.
But... feeling the increasingly dangerous gaze behind him, he could only grit his teeth and finish what he was saying.
"I was afraid of losing contact with you, so I wanted to find a suitable reason, but I didn't expect to find the most inappropriate one. I'm sorry, I will write a self-criticism and submit it to my superiors."
Ruan Xianxian was surprised. She could tell that Feng Bai was willing to admit his mistakes, but he would never explain why. Deep down, he had a chauvinistic attitude that looked down on women.
I'm very curious about who owns the foot that keeps kicking his butt from behind.
"Excuse me, could you please move aside?"
Feng Bai: ? ? ?
Reluctantly giving up her seat, she revealed the face of the aloof and aristocratic man behind her. His eyelashes were drawn up to his eyelids, his eyes were long and narrow, and his shirt was buttoned up to the top.
He rolled up his sleeves to his forearms, and when he looked up, he smiled at everyone: "Hello, Comrade Ruan, I am this bastard's uncle, Miyano."
He politely stood up to shake hands, but with great restraint, he only lightly touched his fingertips. After releasing his hand, he gestured for him to sit down.
He smoothly transitioned the conversation, without making it feel abrupt: "Before cleaning up this bastard's mess, I took the liberty of looking at your file."
Comrade Ruan! I regret to inform you that the information states your grandfather used his connections to get a top-notch acupuncturist to help him, and now he no longer has diarrhea, and his stroke precursors have basically healed.
Ruan Xianxian didn't care much about whether Old Man Ruan lived or died; it would be best if he lived to see her off in person.
What intrigued her was, "A national-level athlete? In this day and age, are there still people who dare to give others acupuncture?"
"Why wouldn't we dare? Those who get sent down are just standing in the wrong place..."
"Cough cough cough!" Feng Bai suddenly coughed violently, turned his head and glared at Gong Ye. He really dared to say that!
There was nothing Miyano wouldn't dare to say. Her gaze swept over that unpleasant face, and she finally changed the subject, revealing her purpose:
"I will leave for the provincial capital by tomorrow or the day after at the latest. My father wants to take you with me so we don't have to squeeze onto the train and it will be safer on the road."
He believed that Ruan Xianxian understood who this "old man in the house" was.
Sure enough, she showed no confusion and smiled as she agreed, "Okay! Then I'll have to trouble you. I don't want to go through the hassle of taking a car, then a train, and then another car."
Seeing that the uncle and nephew clearly had something to do, she stood up and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll head back now. Comrade Gong, please send someone to let me know before you leave."
After Ruan Xianxian left, Feng Bai's expression changed several times. "Uncle, what about you?"
His uncle has everything, except for being kind-hearted. When did he become so obedient to his grandfather and take the initiative to invite girls to ride in his car?
"idiot."
Turning his gaze away from Ruan Xianxian's receding figure, he thought, "The little girl has grown so much." Upon hearing Feng Bai's question, he couldn't help but curse.
The tapping of his fingers on the table became erratic. "Prepare the materials for repairing the dam as soon as possible. I don't have that much free time to waste on you."
He left after giving his instructions, picked up his car keys, and drove away.
He needs to go to the county to buy some things that girls like to eat. The county is so far from the provincial capital, what if she gets hungry or thirsty on the way?
Thinking of this, Gong Ye quickened his pace, leaving Feng Bai completely bewildered. Was there a dog chasing his uncle from behind?
Remembering Miyano's instructions before leaving, Feng Bai stopped thinking about it and quickly found someone to prepare materials for repairing the river dam.
...
Ruan Xianxian spent the whole day in the kitchen. She was exceptionally busy today. As soon as she arrived, soldiers passing by started asking her what she wanted for lunch.
God knows how much the guy in yesterday's braised pork dough was looking forward to it, only to end up with a pile of dog poop.
The food from several kitchens tasted like a mix of sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy flavors, and the pork offal wasn't even properly cleaned—the taste was simply awful…
Today, since we don't have to go into the water, the brothers are secretly competing to see who will get to eat the delicious food in this kitchen.
Ruan Xianxian then stated her plans: "We'll have soup dumplings for lunch and stewed fish in an iron pot for dinner."
Yesterday I brought back medium-sized whitefish, which are suitable for steaming or braising. Today's river crucian carp are quite large, and I imagine they would taste delicious stewed in an iron pot.
The young soldier swallowed hard and walked away.
As expected, the meat and tofu dumplings served at noon had thin wrappers and tender fillings, bursting with juicy flavor with every bite.
The stewed fish in the iron pot at night was especially tender, with a rich and fragrant broth. The fish meat melted on the tongue, like a flower blooming in the mouth, sweet and delicious. Mixed with cornbread, it was a few bites that warmed the whole body.
The overwhelmingly positive reviews from those who managed to snag the item made several kitchen staff next door grumble and curse.
Soldiers are not picky eaters; they can eat delicacies from land and sea, as well as dry rations and biscuits. It is normal for them to go hungry for a day or two during a mission.
The key is that comparisons are risky.
They eat meat here, while the neighbors eat cat food next door.
I didn't quite understand at first, but after Ruan Xianxian, who was covered up, went to investigate the enemy's situation, she almost laughed herself to death in Mu Xia's arms.
I only removed the scales, without even cleaning out the fish's belly. I chopped it up with a spatula, added water, cooked it, and finally added cornmeal. A pot of delicious and visually appealing cat food was freshly made.
The group, who had little appetite, almost overturned the pot and frequently approached the political commissar to voice their opinions.
That night, lying on the straw bed, Ruan Xianxian told the two women about their upcoming trip to the provincial capital in the next day or two. While the two women were happy, they were also a little reluctant to part.
Chen Zhaodi was alright, but in Mu Xia's own words, "Cooking is more tiring than killing someone!"
Ruan Xianxian added, "The premise is that you kill someone and don't dispose of the body; dealing with the body is even more tiring."
After a few words, she told Mu Xia to think about informing Chu Li and Wu Xueliang the next morning.
As the days and months passed, when Miyano came to tell him that they would be leaving in the afternoon, his face was much paler than when they first met, with dark circles under his eyes and bloodless lips.
Seeing the image of a "young master with kidney deficiency," Ruan Xianxian raised an eyebrow, clicked her tongue inwardly, and, out of humanitarian concern, advised, "You can rest for the night and set off tomorrow morning."
Seeing Miyano's stubbornness, I stopped trying to persuade her.
After setting a time, just as the person was about to leave, Ruan Xianxian quickly stopped them and handed them a piece of paper with various recipes for dispelling cold and regulating the body.
It's not a secret recipe; the combination is scientific, and the ingredient ratios are simple.
"Please pass this on to Feng Tuan and Qian Tuan. Thank you for taking care of me these past few days. I won't say goodbye."
For some reason, when Miyano heard that the little girl wasn't going to say goodbye to his nephew, the huge weight in his chest disappeared.
He smiled and readily agreed. He went back and copied the contents into a copy, then put the original in his pocket.
He packed his things as Feng Bai, who seemed to be trying to persuade him to stay but was actually delighted to see him off, began to pack. He had only been there for less than three days, and his luggage was not much, so he quickly and neatly packed it up.
On the riverbank, Mu Xia and the others got into the car. Gong Ye helped Ruan Xianxian open the passenger door, and as he sat in the driver's seat and started the car, Ruan Xianxian suddenly remembered something and said:
"Oh no, I forgot to tell the captain."
Miyano casually rested her hands on the steering wheel, tilted her head slightly, and her wisps of hair partially obscured her light brown eyes.
"Don't worry! I've already arranged for someone to inform the captain and Grandma Yan."
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