Li Na, the wife of Deputy Battalion Commander Zhang, asked: "Since you don't plan to sell seafood, why do you buy so much?"
"Eat at home."
"Captain Song is back today. Are you going to treat your comrades to a meal and introduce you to them?"
Zheng Baozhu did not answer the question and said she would go into the house to prepare the seafood.
Everyone just thought she was shy.
…
In the evening, Zheng Baozhu was about to cook when Song Zhiting came back.
Zheng Baozhu frowned slightly. With outsiders present, she had no way of entering the space to cook and eat.
Song Zhiting asked: "Have you had dinner?"
“Not yet.”
“I eat at home.”
Zheng Baozhu complained in her heart, you want to eat at home, what does it have to do with me?
Seeing Zheng Baozhu didn't move, Song Zhiting said, "Make more food."
"There is no food at home, so I only bought seafood today."
Song Zhiting took out 50 yuan and gave it to Zheng Baozhu: "I'll go to the canteen to get some steamed buns, and you go to the market to buy some food tomorrow."
Song Zhiting went out with the lunch box. Seeing that he was determined to eat at home, Zheng Baozhu had no choice but to go to Ding Peizhi's house to exchange for a red-hot coal ball and come back to cook.
Song Zhiting came back with steamed buns and smelled the fragrance at the door.
"You're pretty fast. The dish is ready in just a short while."
This was made by Zheng Baozhu in the space, and before he had time to pack it up, it was given to him for free.
While eating, Song Zhiting praised Zheng Baozhu's cooking skills, but Zheng Baozhu ignored him.
The two of them ate steamed buns and seafood. After they finished eating, Song Zhiting took the initiative to wash the dishes.
We have finished our meal, it’s time to leave.
Zheng Baozhu boiled a pot of hot water to wash up, and her meaning was obvious: she wanted to take a rest.
Song Zhiting asked: "After eating, take a walk to digest it."
"It's windy, I feel cold."
"Okay, I'm leaving now."
"Um."
Finally he left. Zheng Baozhu followed him out and closed the gate, breathing a sigh of relief.
When Zheng Baozhu was about to enter the space to rest, he heard a knock on the door outside.
Song Zhiting, who had just left, was holding a little boy in his arms. Next to him stood a man in military uniform who was about the same height as him. There were two boxes on the ground.
Song Zhiting said: "Brother and Sicheng are here and want to stay at home."
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