Chapter 603 Volunteering 3
Sang Hong also felt that it was unbearable to look at. He looked up at the sky. Well, it was past dinner time. I was afraid that there would be no food if I went there now. He had driven with Zhu Rong to pick someone up early in the morning, and he had not eaten a drop of water or a grain of rice until now. His stomach was rumbling. He had missed dinner time again. What should he do? He still had to attend daily training and study in the afternoon!
He was a soldier, unlike Zhu Rong who was an officer.
By the way, go ask Feng Qingxue if there is any food at home to fill my stomach.
Thinking of this, Sang Hong gestured to Zheng Xuefeng and slipped away quietly. He was too lazy to continue watching Wang Baozhu act like a rogue, nor did he want to see Zhu Rong's helplessness in not being able to do anything with his wife and children.
What was going on? He saw on the road that Wang Baozhu was not a good person, and it turned out to be just as he expected.
Lu Jiang hadn't eaten yet as he had to lead people in training in the afternoon, so Feng Qingxue started to prepare as soon as she got home. Of course, she made food for Xi Bao before that. Now she and Lu Jiang were still cooking, while Xi Bao was sitting at the table on the kang, happily eating the scallion pancake in the bowl.
Xima is almost two years old and still drinks milk powder. Outsiders will become suspicious. Where can we get so much milk powder for him to drink until he is two years old?
Therefore, Feng Qingxue consciously fed him meals instead of milk powder.
Anyway, the milk that Xibao drinks does not necessarily mean he is drinking milk powder, but it means that he is hungry.
Hearing Sang Hong calling outside, Lu Jiang directly called him in. After hearing his purpose, he found that his face was a little red, and immediately smiled, "What's there to be embarrassed about? Coming here is like being at home. Sit down and eat with us later!"
"That's right. You two brothers wait a moment. The food will be ready soon." Sang Hong and Jin Zhuzhu usually buy all kinds of delicious food for Xibao. Sang Hong just wants to have a meal. Not to mention one meal, even if it's ten meals, Feng Qingxue will welcome him. While she was talking, she quickly stir-fried the dried beans and bacon in the wok. The dried beans were soaked in the morning.
As the weather grew warmer, the stove connected to the kang was turned off, and Lu Jiang built a small earthen stove in the corner of the west wall, with the chimney located outside the wall.
The stove and pot are small, but they are enough for cooking for a family of three.
After frying, she took the food out of the pan and then fried some green vegetables. Feng Qingxue scattered some seeds in the yard and they grew well.
Two dishes, one meat and one vegetable, a two-grain pancake and butter tea.
Lu Jiang opened another box of luncheon meat and greeted Sang Hong, "You're welcome. You'll have more energy to participate in the training in the afternoon if you eat well. There are too many people in our army to invite you, but if one or two come and sit occasionally, we can still afford to entertain them."
Sang Hong chuckled and didn't say anything polite.
At the end of the meal, there was more than half of the luncheon meat left. Sang Hong looked at it again and again. Feng Qingxue asked him what was wrong. He said embarrassedly: "Sister-in-law, can I take the remaining luncheon meat? I want to give it to Zhuzhu as a snack."
Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "Of course, the things you usually send are not only more expensive than luncheon meat, but also in larger quantities."
She turned around and took out a bag of yak jerky, wrapped it with gauze and stuffed it into his hand along with half a can of luncheon meat. "Everyone bought this for Xi Bao. If you give it to someone else and let them know, everyone will be embarrassed. When you hold it and Zhuzhu eat it, stay away from people, so that no one will see you and you won't get robbed like today."
Hearing her mention Wang Baozhu, Sang Hong's eyes flashed with disgust, "The political commissar must be having a headache right now. Such a person must not be allowed to stay in the army. It's a pity for Captain Zhu."
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
(End of this chapter)