Chapter 12

"Can't you let me have an idea of ​​what's going on?" Shang Nanchen sighed.

Jing Xian smiled and shook her head: "It's useless for me to say it. I can't produce any evidence. Some things, you still have to experience them yourself to feel that what others say is right."

At the end of the world, those soldiers will always be at the forefront.

Obviously, they are still children and have no special powers. They are just a little more agile than ordinary people after rigorous training. But they say that they are soldiers and it is their responsibility to defend their country.

Even at the end of the world, when order collapses, they are still the new generation born in a new society and raised under the red flag. When the country needs them, they will stand up.

She saw too many innocent faces trying to protect a child, and ordinary people being bitten by zombies, shouting to their comrades: "Kill me!"

The comrade raised his gun with red eyes, veins bulging on his neck, and fired while shouting with his eyes closed.

She was grateful to have this life back and just wanted to do something for those lovely people.

Even if it's just so they can eat better.

Shang Nanchen knew that Jing Xian was capable, and he didn't mind trying to please her for the sake of his soldiers.

"Do you want a bra? The girls in the art troupe all wore red bras with white dots. Would you like to buy two pairs to wear?"

Jing Xian looked at Shang Nanchen speechlessly.

Why didn't she realize before that this person was so flexible?

"I don't want Bragi."

Wearing a skirt is not as convenient as wearing pants. Besides, it is windy here and it is awkward when the wind blows.

Shang Nanchen said awkwardly: "Then what do you want?"

"Do you still have money?" Jing Xian asked him.

Shang Nanchen froze. Jing Xian squinted her eyes and looked at him: "Have you received your salary this month?"

"Yeah, eighty bucks."

Shang Nanchen took out the money and gave it to Jing Xian.

Jing Xian raised her eyebrows, took the money directly, and gave him five yuan without counting, and put the rest in her pocket.

"This month's pocket money."

Shang Nanchen took the money and inexplicably felt a little happy in his heart. Why?

He put the money in his pocket and followed Jing Xian like a large dog, following her wherever she went.

Jing Xian was annoyed by him, turned around and rolled her eyes at him: "Shang Nanchen, can you..."

Facing his firm and pleading eyes, Jing Xian gave up struggling and said, "Come here, I'll tell you."

"Okay, you say."

Shang Nanchen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but when Jing Xian turned around, the smile disappeared instantly.

"Come inside."

The two of them entered the house. Jing Xian sat on the kang and put her feet under the mattress inside the kang. The two children followed suit and sat next to Jing Xian. Shang Nanchen also got on the kang and sat on the outside, with his military coat covering his feet.

"Go ahead." He was waiting.

Jing Xian: "Eat one meat meal a day. If you have enough oil in your stomach, you can eat less rice."

"The problem is that there is not enough meat." If there was enough meat, would Shang Nanchen still have to worry?

"Is one meal a day enough?" Jing Xian asked.

Shang Nanchen nodded and said that the troops could still be given some.

"The more meat you eat, the better. It's about balanced nutrition."

“What does nutritional balance mean?”

Jing Xian summarized the books on nutrition that she had read in the zombie world and gave them to Shang Nanchen for popular science.

"Meat supplements the fat that the human body needs. Eating meat every day will make you sick, and not eating meat will lead to malnutrition. Therefore, meat and vegetables are necessary. As long as conditions permit, each soldier should have one egg a day, and each meal should include one meat and three vegetables, and fruit is best."

Shang Nanchen held his breath and said, "It's hard to even have a full meal now."

"Then try to eat well. Eating well will give you the strength to train." Jing Xian realized that she had strayed from the topic and quickly brought it back to the topic, "Shang Nanchen, don't lead me astray. I was telling you before that a reasonable diet can not only save food, but also improve physical fitness. Not all soldiers are like you, like telephone poles."

Shang Nanchen raised his eyes, his eyes were deep

Very imposing, and quite scary to confront suddenly.

He was shocked by Jingxian's ferocity.

Jing Xian was not afraid of him, and frowned and asked: "What do you mean by that? Am I wrong? If it weren't for you and the child, would I have to go to so much trouble to feed you? Look at whose family eats three meals a day? Don't they only eat two meals a day in winter?"

"Yes, yes, how about you continue?"

Shang Nanchen finally understood that the young wife he married was not only pretty, but also had a very bad temper.

Jing Xian was so annoyed by him that she lost her temper.

She deliberately glared at Shang Nanchen before continuing, "As the old saying goes, live by the mountain, eat from the mountain; live by the water, eat from the water. We live by the sea, so naturally we eat things from the sea. Pork can sustain one meal a day, and the basic fat needed by the body is enough. The rest can be obtained from other places. There are many treasures in the sea, so it is better to bring them back and eat them instead of wasting them."

"How to eat?" Shang Nanchen responded quickly.

There are many people living by the sea, and many of them eat seafood, but those people don’t like to eat it. What does this mean? It means they don’t know how to eat it.

Jingxian obviously can, and is a good eater.

In just two days, Shang Nanchen already felt it.

After he had eaten at home, he felt that eating out would be like eating grass.

Not an exaggeration at all.

Jing Xian was speechless for a long time after hearing this.

Shang Nanchen: "Would you like some water?"

Don't want to drink.

"I'll get you a glass of water."

Shang Nanchen was very quick-witted. He didn't give Jing Xian a chance to speak. He went downstairs to find some brown sugar and put it in a jar. He poured a large jar of brown sugar water and took two or several small teacups and put them on the kang.

He poured a glass for each of the two children, drank the boiled water himself, and gave the rest to Jing Xian.

That doesn't have to be the case.

Jing Xian was satisfied.

She didn't drink the water. She waited for the two kids to finish drinking, poured them another cup each, then picked up the remaining brown sugar water and drank it slowly. During the whole process, she didn't say a word, and Shang Nanchen didn't urge her, acting as if he didn't care at all.

Jing Xian didn't believe that he was really not in a hurry.

She didn't intend to tease him on purpose, so she took two more sips of the sugar water and said, "The recipe is all in my head..."

She smiled at Shang Nanchen, who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and spoke slowly: "But I can write to you."

"I thank you on behalf of all the soldiers in our district." Shang Nanchen's serious look made Jing Xian think that if he were standing below, he might salute her.

Think about that picture...

Jing Xian raised the corners of her mouth happily: "No need to thank me."

"This Saturday is the market day, so let's do it on Saturday night. Is that okay?" Shang Nanchen got up from the ground, put on his military coat, and waited for Jing Xian's answer.

Jing Xian nodded nonchalantly: "Saturday night, please."

She knew Shang Nanchen was anxious, and she didn't deliberately bother him about this matter.

After Shang Nanchen left, she continued to make cotton shoes for the two children. After the shoes were made, she waited for the soles to dry before sewing them.

Jingxian went to the west room and started another potato sprout. She harvested nine large potatoes and buried them underneath. She was not exhausted this time, but she was not much better either, just a little bit better than last time.

She went to the stove, poked around in it with a poker, and found two large potatoes.

She buried it after dinner.

It’s time to eat now.

She carried the potatoes into the house, and the two children's eyes lit up.

"These are roasted potatoes. Please eat them slowly, both of you."

Fusheng held the potato carefully, and said in a childish voice, "Mom, this is the first time I've eaten such delicious potatoes!"

Tiedan took a big bite and retorted, "Have you forgotten that you said the same thing a few days ago?"

"Ah? Is there?" Fusheng asked slowly.

Tiedan nodded affirmatively: "Before Dad went back, I secretly took two potatoes and we ate them outside. Have you forgotten?"

Fusheng thought of the two small black potatoes.

He took another bite of the potato in his hand and said slowly, "Ah! Those two burnt potatoes that were about the size of our fists? They are not as delicious as this! At that time, I thought they were the most delicious thing in the world."

"That's what I thought at the time." Tiedan ate potatoes with a satisfied look on his face, "But I don't think so now."

The smile on Jingxian's face disappeared.

The two kids were seriously discussing which potato was the most delicious, and they didn't even feel that they were suffering or being wronged.

Jing Xian understood how they felt when they ate those two burnt potatoes.

They must think it is the most delicious food in the world.

"Do you like eating meat? Your dad has received his salary. Let's go to the grocery store to buy some meat tomorrow, okay?" Jing Xian was heartbroken. Although these two children were not her biological children, they were very well behaved.

People have feelings, even if they are not biological children.

I'm just being nice to the kids, what do you want in return?

Fusheng's eyes lit up.

"Mom, what is braised pork?"

Tiedan said, "Stupid, it's just meat!"

Jing Xian felt particularly sad listening to the two brothers' words. Thinking that she had never eaten it either, she shed tears of sympathy for herself.

"Mom has never eaten it, but..." Jing Xian said calmly, "Mom can make it!"

"Then get up early tomorrow!" Tiedan wanted to go to bed right now so that he could guard the gate of the grocery factory at four o'clock in the morning.

Fu Sheng was simple-minded and said directly what he was thinking: "Why can't it be tomorrow morning now?"

"puff……"

Jing Xian made the child laugh.

She asked, “Why do you say that?”

Fu Sheng sighed: "Because today is not tomorrow!"

"Fool!"

Tiedan rolled his eyes and said something disgusting, but his eyes were full of joy.

The soup in the evening was made with seaweed, and there were a few sea cucumbers, shrimps, and oysters in it. Jingxian also stewed a large pot of potatoes with abalone, and this time she put a few more abalone in.

The whole family enjoyed the meal very much.

The next morning, before Shang Nanchen got up, Tiedan crawled out of the quilt.

He didn't turn on the lights and put on his clothes in the dark.

Shang Nanchen was very alert when he slept. He opened his eyes when he heard the noise and thought Tiedan was going to the toilet.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Tiedan, do you want to go to the restroom?"

"What are you going to the bathroom for?"

Tiedan had already put on his pants. He groped in the dark to pick up his shoes and sat on the edge of the kang to put them on.

Shang Nanchen: "Then why are you getting up so early? It's not even daybreak yet!"

Tiedan said seriously: "I'm going to queue up at the grocery store."

Shang Nanchen's head was full of question marks.

"Why are you queuing up at the grocery store? The grocery store is closed now!"

“You don’t understand!”

Tiedan is already planning to go out.

Jing Xian also felt that this was a bad habit left over from the end of the world. She woke up when Tiedan woke up just now, and listened to the conversation between the father and son. She hid under the quilt and tried very hard to hold back her laughter.

Shang Nanchen sat up and asked in a deep voice: "Tell me, what don't I understand?"

Tiedan realized that his father was angry, so he walked to the head of his kang and asked proudly, "Dad, have you ever eaten braised pork in brown sauce?"

"I ate it, what's wrong?"