Chapter 382: The Angry Warlords of the Republic of China vs. the Educated and Well-mannered Overseas Daughter
Quan Jiu's back stiffened, and he tightened his grip on the spatula, but his face remained expressionless as he said:
"I've been asked to do everything, so what chance do you have to show off?"
Si Jinnian leaned against the kitchen counter, his arms folded across his chest, staring at her with a half-smile.
"What my Jiaojiao said makes sense."
Quan Jiu was not in the right but still felt strong, flipping the eggs in the pot quickly:
"Hurry up, it's almost blurry."
Si Jinnian slowly poured oil into the pan, barely saving the half-burnt eggs. He took the spatula from Quan Jiu and said:
"Let me try."
Quan Jiu's face was full of suspicion: "You?"
A man like Si Jinnian doesn't look like he can cook.
Si Jinnian's movements were indeed clumsy, not much better than Quan Jiu's showmanship. He looked at the black smoke rising from the pot, frowning slightly, and tried to make his tone sound calm:
"I have to seize the opportunity my wife gives me to perform well."
Oil and water splashed in the pot, black smoke rose, and Si Jinnian was inevitably covered in the strong smell of oil smoke.
He frowned even tighter and gently pushed Quan Jiu away:
"Go behind me."
He used his tall body to separate the wine and the smoke.
Quan Jiu's lips curled slightly. She didn't stand behind Si Jinnian obediently. She put her arms around his waist from behind, buried her forehead in his broad back, and stared at the ground:
"I didn't expect that the Third Master is so caring."
He is obviously a rough guy who has never been in a relationship, but he always stands in front of her at critical moments.
Si Jinnian felt the softness on his waist, and his cold and deep eyes softened a little:
"I'm cooking seriously, don't tease me."
It's only natural for a grown man to pamper his wife. He used to dislike weak women, not because there was a huge disparity in physical strength between men and women, but because women are creatures who cry easily and are too psychologically fragile, which annoyed him.
Quan Jiu deliberately played with the buttons of his military jacket, smiling:
"I can't help it."
It's not only women who wash hands and make soup for their lovers who are attractive. The picture of a man wearing an apron and cooking for you is often more tempting.
Si Jinnian held the shovel in his right hand, and couldn't help but free his left hand to squeeze her hand on his waist. After squeezing it twice and letting go, he couldn't help it anymore. As if it wasn't enough, he took Quan Jiu's soft and boneless hand again, put it to his mouth and bit it hard. He didn't let go, and his tone was a little irritable and rogue:
"I've held knives and guns all my life, but this is the first time I've held a spatula."
If he wasn't afraid that she would blow up the kitchen, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to cook. His family was a traditional family, and he was taught since childhood that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen. It would be better for him to go to the battlefield and kill a few devils than to let him cook.
Quan Jiu felt that he was like a violent lion who liked to bite people at any time. After being bitten by him several times, she did not dodge:
"Why do you always call me 'I' when you talk?"
Si Jinnian is not a gentleman. He curses people at every turn and even curses your ancestors. But Quan Jiu has to admit every time that this damn man is so fucking sexy when he curses people.
Especially in bed.
While pressing you to unbuckle your belt, he speaks rude and obscene words, and his muscular arms tightly wrap around your entire body. The strong and direct male hormones hit you in the face, making you blush, your heart beat fast, and your legs weak.
Si Jinnian knew that she had been accustomed to being well-educated and polite since she was a child, and she couldn't stand a rough man like him. He curled his lips slightly and said with a handsome face:
“I’ve been talking like this since I was a kid.”
The camp was full of men, and everyone often called each other "I x your uncle". He was influenced by this since he was a child and was led astray when he was in his teens.
"Unlike you, Jiaojiao, who has been well-versed in the Four Books and Five Classics since childhood, you are a true lady from a noble family."
Si Jinnian thought of the rumors about Quan Jiu in Jincheng and flattered him for the first time.
Quan Dajia Lady Wine: “…”
What are the Four Books and Five Classics? Can they be eaten?
She reminded him calmly, "The eggs are going to burn."
Only then did Si Jinnian notice the situation in the pan and scooped up the fried egg. However, because he didn't add oil at the beginning, the whole fried egg was pitch black. He might have thought it was a piece of coal.
"Or maybe you should just not eat..."
He looked hesitant.
She is delicate and it would be troublesome if she gets sick from eating too much.
Quan Jiu looked at the failed product, not at all discouraged, and full of confidence:
"It's okay, we still have noodles."
She lifted the lid of the pot beside her, and after the billowing white smoke dissipated, the scene inside the pot came into view clearly -
A pot of thick white paste.
Quan Jiu: “…”
Seeing that she looked very shocked, Si Jinnian couldn't help but try to make amends and said seriously.
“It actually looks okay…”
Quan Jiu tilted his head in confusion: "You want to eat?"
Si Jinnian: “…I want to.”
In the end, Quan Jiu still couldn't bear to let Si Jinnian eat this pot of noodles that was as good as pig feed.
At five o'clock in the morning, the street vendors are sparsely scattered, and the hardworking workers have opened their shop doors, ready to welcome a new busy day.
Si Jinnian did not wear the iconic military uniform of the commander-in-chief. Instead, he wore a light gray long gown. The murderous and bloodthirsty aura around him faded, and he looked more like an elegant scholar.
But when he spoke, his habitual cold and commanding tone destroyed his elegance and easy-going manner.
"What do you want to eat?"
Quan Jiu was not wearing a cheongsam either. She changed into an outfit of a female student from the Republic of China, with a blue jacket on top and a black mid-length skirt on the bottom, and a crescent-shaped white ribbon headband on her head.
She was led by Si Jinnian and looked at the stalls on the roadside:
"I want to eat noodles."
Si Jinnian said "hmm" lightly and led Quan Jiu to a small shop.
The proprietress who was making a fire did not recognize that the two people in plain clothes were the commander-in-chief and his wife who the people were talking about. She was concentrating on making a fire and only took the time to look back.
"What would you like to eat, little girl and little boy?"
Quan Jiu: "Beef noodles."
Si Jinnian: "Same as her."
"Okay, wait another ten minutes."
The proprietress started preparing the seasonings. Because it was still early and she had just set up her stall, everything was not ready yet.
Quan Jiu moved closer to Si Jinnian and lowered his voice:
"Third Master, is it really okay for you to go out without the security team?"
Someone like Si Jinnian always has a security team with him whenever he travels, who are specifically responsible for his personal safety.
Si Jinnian glanced at the fiery red morning light in the sky. The sun was hidden in the clouds and had not yet risen.
"Just go back before dawn."
He has always been cautious. Since he took this position, the security team has been following him like a shadow, never giving the enemy a chance to attack easily.
Today was the first time he had indulged himself since taking power.
Sitting in front of the simply decorated noodle stall, he was no longer the unapproachable commander-in-chief, he was just Si Jinnian who belonged to her.
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