Zhao Jianjun was quick-witted and soon found a way to back down: "Battalion Commander, your wife probably can't handle it all by herself. Let's go help her prepare the vegetables!"
"Let's go, let's all go together! There's strength in numbers!"
"Go ahead, I'll start the fire." Lu Zhaolin didn't refuse; his wife must be very tired cooking for so many people by herself.
Song Qinghe married me to be my wife, not to be my cook.
If you can avoid letting her do any work, then leave all the chores to her yourself.
If I had known I was letting them eat at the cafeteria, I wouldn't have kept them at home for dinner.
When Song Qinghe saw him coming, she didn't forget to shoo him away.
Lu Zhaolin could easily find somewhere else to have fun; what is he doing staying here?
Zhao Jianjun and the others went to help pick vegetables. What kind of talk is that?
Lu Zhaolin: "They're all used to it. They can't stay idle at all. We all trained in the cooking squad before, so it's nothing."
"Besides, you're busy here, how can they eat in peace?"
"Alright, alright, let's finish this quickly and get some rest."
Before Song Qinghe could figure out how to refuse him, Lu Zhaolin didn't give her a chance to refuse and immediately laid out a whole bunch of reasons.
Well, what he said makes sense.
She refused help from others; she's not stupid.
In this sweltering heat, tending a fire is truly a miserable task.
Everyone pitched in and quickly prepared a table full of food.
With them helping out, Song Qinghe only needs to focus on cooking; everything else can be left to them.
It has to be said that it's much easier now, but I wonder if these soldiers have obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Even the vegetables that were picked were arranged neatly, one by one, and all folded to the same size.
Some people were responsible for picking vegetables, while others were responsible for cutting them.
Song Qinghe found it pleasing to the eye. It seemed that Lu Zhaolin was right; all the people under his command had been trained in the cooking squad.
Of course, what Song Qinghe didn't know was that they were sent to the cooking squad for training because they weren't diligent in their training and were punished by Lu Zhaolin.
They weren't allowed to go out until they mastered their skills, which forcibly trained them into all-rounders.
Now, what are they doing? What a great job!
Song Qinghe didn't know, and they didn't dare to say a word; no one dared to speak.
They know they can tell who gets scolded.
Speaking of which, my sister-in-law's cooking smells amazing!
The food wasn't even cooked yet, but the aroma was already wafting out. I was already starving after a busy afternoon, and now I was even hungrier.
I wish I could just lie down next to the pot and start cooking.
Fortunately, Song Qinghe was very efficient. All the ingredients were prepared, and all she had to do was cook the food.
Soon the delicious food was served!
Zhao Jianjun and his colleagues took turns serving the dishes. Although they were very hungry, they still maintained basic manners.
Not a single person stole any food.
Seeing this, Song Qinghe felt even more fond of these lovely people.
From Lu Zhaolin to the soldiers under his command, they were all quite good.
Lu Zhaolin noticed her gaze and took the initiative to explain, "They're just a bit mischievous, but they actually have good personalities. They're just prone to causing trouble. They're the type who'll take advantage of any perceived slight."
Song Qinghe: "So, you are too?"
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