"Everyone in the family compound is calling me a scumbag who's waiting for food and drink. Get out of the way!"
After hearing what Wen Nuan said, Gu Qinghan handed the rolling pin to her.
Wen Nuan took the long rolling pin and started sharpening it. In fact, after coming to North City, she had become tired of eating steamed buns and noodles, and had long planned to take over the kitchen work.
Unfortunately, Gu Qinghan seemed to be afraid that she would burn down the kitchen, so she never had the chance to show off her cooking skills!
But he probably couldn't be blamed for this. After all, the "original owner"'s lazy and gluttonous nature was well known, and Gu Qinghan had been in the army all year round and rarely went home, so he had never seen her enter the kitchen.
Before, when she was in her hometown, Wen Nuan deliberately didn't work, so naturally no one knew that she could cook.
But in her previous life, she would prepare all kinds of delicious food every time she had a holiday, and she also collected countless videos of how to make these dishes.
From stir-frying, frying, braising, stewing to various Western-style pastries, she has tried them all. Although her cooking skills are not very sophisticated, compared to Gu Qinghan, she can fool him.
After Wen Nuan took the rolling pin, Gu Qinghan paused for a moment before asking her, "What are you going to do?"
Wen Nuan looked over and said coldly, "Dumplings, please."
There is no other way. We can only get food once a month. We cannot even get rice from their house. These days we have to take turns getting steamed buns, noodles, and dumplings.
Gu Qinghan didn't know what he was thinking of. He looked at her strangely and asked, "Can you roll out dumpling wrappers?"
Wen Nuan silently put down the rolling pin. She really didn’t know how to do it.
As a typical southerner, she always buys dumpling wrappers from the market.
Gu Qinghan smiled faintly, as if he thought she was joking about taking back the right to use the kitchen, "Let me cook this meal."
Wen Nuan thought of the rumors Deng Juxiang had told her about the family compound, so she reminded him, "Starting tomorrow, don't come home on purpose at noon. I can handle it by myself, don't worry."
Originally, Gu Qinghan had an aircrew kitchen specially customized for flying soldiers, and he could eat three meals a day in the cafeteria. Now he wastes so much time running around every day, and he also has to cook and wash dishes, and he doesn't even have time to rest at noon.
Gu Qinghan turned his back to her and was silent for a long time before he said "hmm" and then said, "If you find cooking troublesome, you can also eat in the cafeteria."
"… "
Wen Nuan's face darkened. This was too much of a disrespect for her!
But the little girl on my back kicked her feet a few times and laughed out loud, as if she was also saying that she could only eat in the dining hall...
Wen Nuan reached out and patted the little guy's butt: "See if you can still laugh at me!"
Who knew that the child laughed even louder, making so much noise that it hurt Wen Nuan's ears.
When Gu Qinghan heard the child laughing, he poked the little guy's chubby face with his flour-soaked finger, and pulled the little guy's finger out of his mouth. The saliva on his finger was smeared on his warm back.
Wen Nuan couldn't help but say to him: "Can't you just wipe her!"
"My hands are dirty too." Gu Qinghan raised his hands that were covered with flour and turned white.
The little guy listened to them talking, looked at them with his big black eyes, and then opened his mouth and smiled.
She didn't know that she had been turned into a harlequin cat by Gu Qinghan, and she smiled and stretched out her arms towards Gu Qinghan, wanting him to hug her.
Wen Nuan was very jealous. This little guy had only been with Gu Qinghan for a few days, so why did he like to be held in his arms now
*
After dinner, Gu Qinghan sat under the tungsten lamp in the living room while the lights were still on and made a stroller for the child.
Because I have been working on it for several days, it is almost done now.
The room was quite warm now, but not too hot. Gu Qinghan sat there fiddling with things wearing only two pieces of clothing. There was a small chair next to him with a picture of a cart drawn by Wen Nuan on it. It was actually just a simple drawing with a place for a pusher and a cart bed in front.
There were many handwriting marks on the picture, a lot of numbers, and some slightly sloppy words.
The truck bed has been assembled, and each wooden board is aligned neatly, with almost no gaps. The surface is also polished very smooth and fine, and there will be no splinters even if you touch it with your bare hands.
This may have something to do with the fact that Gu Qinghan is a soldier and has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, so he is very perfect.
However, this also warms my heart, and it is so comfortable to look at it all neatly.
Under the light, Gu Qinghan looked serious and solemn. The yellowish light from the tungsten lamp spread down, making his delicate facial features look even more handsome.
The narrow black eyes looked intently at the wood in his hand, deep and bright. The stove occasionally made a slight sound of burning, giving people a feeling of tranquility and peace.
The little one doesn't sleep as much as before. After Wen Nuan helped her wash her butt, she put her in the prepared truck bed.
She played with the small cotton ball that Wen Nuan threw to her, and occasionally reached out to Gu Qinghan, very curious about what her father was doing.
However, Gu Qinghan had planed down a lot of wood chips, and there were a lot of tools nearby, so he put her far away for fear that those things would hurt her.
So the little guy who was far away wanted to struggle to stand up and crawl over to "make trouble" all day long.
The child has been wanting to learn to crawl these days. I estimate that he will be able to crawl all over the floor in half a month.
"Don't go over there, your father is making a car for you. You will be a car owner in the future!" Wen Nuan yawned. The dim light and the warm stove always made people feel drowsy.
Wen Nuan sat next to the truck bed to dry the diapers. With the stove, the diapers were easier to dry. She also changed her base shirt every two days, otherwise she would feel itchy sometimes.
Gu Qinghan looked over and said, "If you're sleepy, take Lele back to sleep first. I still have something to do here."
When Wen Nuan met Gu Qinghan's concerned eyes, her heart also felt warm.
But she didn't show it on her face, and said softly: "No, I want to wait for you to sleep together."
The man holding the nail paused, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at Wen Nuan.
When their eyes met, Wen Nuan discovered that the man's deep black eyes had a bit more radiance, which made her face turn red slowly. She didn't know if it was caused by the fire in the stove.
Wen Nuan unnaturally put down the diaper in her hand and casually placed it on the back of a bamboo chair beside her. Then she said, "If there is any leftover wood, make a small clothes hanger. It will be more convenient to dry Lele's clothes."
Then he bent down again and picked up the little guy who was still quite energetic: "Le Le, let's go back to the room and sleep."
The little one still wanted to watch Gu Qinghan act as the stroller, and as soon as she was picked up, her little hands and feet began to dance around, and her little mouth made a protesting "yay" sound.
She was still looking at Gu Qinghan, crying for help, as if Wen Nuan was bullying her!
Don't mention how good at complaining.
Wen Nuan was angry: "Look how late it is now. You never slept that late before!"
Good guy, he’s deliberately trying to sabotage her!
Seeing this, Gu Qinghan patted the sawdust off his hands, poured some hot water to wash his hands, and walked over to Wen Nuan's side.
When Lele saw Gu Qinghan coming, he immediately opened his hands and pouted his little mouth, as if he was very aggrieved.
Gu Qinghan picked her up and said, "Come, Daddy will carry you back to sleep."
The little guy smiled, even though he seemed quite aggrieved in the warm embrace just a second ago.
Wen Nuan watched the man carrying the child towards the room, and the little guy in his arms smiled happily.
After coaxing the child, Gu Qinghan went back to tidy up the stroller. He did not come back until the lights were turned off, and the child had already fallen asleep after feeding.
Wen Nuan was not sleepy yet. She didn't have much to do now. She had stockpiled most of the vegetables and didn't have to go to the supply and marketing cooperative every day, so she often just lay down to sleep and then walked around.
Besides, Gu Qinghan didn't ask her to do any work these days, so she really had nothing to kill time.
After thinking about it, Wen Nuan asked Gu Qinghan who the families living near his home were.
Gu Qinghan usually doesn't take the initiative to chat, but if Wen Nuan asks, he will answer, so she told her about the situation of several families nearby.
Their family was in the last row of five families. Next to them was Zhou Jianshe, the head of the 62nd Regiment. The Zhang Dasao who came to their house that day was Zhou Jianshe's wife, named Zhang Guihua. Both of them were over 30 years old, but had no children yet.
Further on were the battalion commander and his wife of the 38th Battalion, Huang Yueying and Feng Weiguo. Wen Nuan had seen her when she went to the vegetable station last time. She was with Liu Meili at the time.
Then there are He Zaijun and Tian Chunmei, but Wen Nuan has never met them.
The family in the front is Li Qiuyan, the widow of a martyr, a widow with three children and her mother-in-law.
Wen Nuan asked curiously, "After my husband died, can I still live in the family compound?"
Gu Qinghan hummed, and said in a low voice: "Generally, they can live there for three years. But that female comrade is a little special. She already had a job in the family compound. After her husband's accident, his body has not been found, so the organization arranged for them to live in the family compound first."
Then Gu Qinghan told her about the glorious deeds of Li Qiuyan's husband in the past. It turned out that the comrade was Gu Qinghan's subordinate before. He was transferred to the North City last year, and the incident happened at the beginning of this year.
Wen Nuan felt sad when she heard this. It is indeed an honor to make contributions.
But every time they go on a mission, which one of them doesn't walk around the gate of Yama
Wen Nuan guessed that the soldier was most likely dead.
When she thought about Gu Qinghan having to go out on missions frequently in the future, her heart ached and she felt very uncomfortable.
Wen Nuan felt a little uncomfortable, so she changed the subject and asked Gu Qinghan to tell her how flying soldiers were trained.
After hearing this, Wen Nuan felt that he had been really hard-working these days, running back and forth several times a day. No wonder Deng Juxiang couldn't help but remind her.
Wen Nuan whispered, "Don't worry, I can take good care of myself and the child, you don't have to worry about us."
Gu Qinghan could tell that her tone sounded a little guilty, so he chuckled and said, "It's mainly because you just got here, and I'm afraid you won't be able to adapt."
"No, I have good adaptability." Wen Nuan said confidently.
It's like she traveled to the 1970s and adapted very well!
"Yeah." Gu Qinghan turned over, skillfully held the person tight in his arms, then clamped her feet with his long legs. They were still as cold.
Wen Nuan felt a little uncomfortable. She wanted to move closer to the child, but also wanted to pull her feet out.
However, Gu Qinghan did not give in. He put his arms around her waist and pressed her into his arms, slowly tightening the strength in his arms.
"Go to sleep." His voice was low and a little ambiguous when it fell into her warm ears. She moved her body subconsciously, but the strength around her waist made it difficult for her to move.
*
When I woke up the next day, Gu Qinghan was nowhere to be seen again, but breakfast was still prepared on the octagonal table in the living room.
After breakfast, the child just woke up. When Wen Nuan went back to hug the child, she found that there were grain and oil books and non-staple food books on their bedside table, and a salary passbook at the bottom.
Wen Nuan opened the books one by one and took a look. The grain and oil book and the non-staple food book were replaced after she came to Beicheng. The book was still very new. She had received a few kilograms of flour and some cooking oil some time ago.
Gu Qinghan's salary passbook showed some signs of time. The originally red cover had turned a little white and had a few small creases.
Wen Nuan flipped it open and saw that last month's allowance had just been paid yesterday. Gu Qinghan's salary was just over 100 yuan, plus various allowances and military dependents' allowance, it was about 130 yuan a month. However, he didn't have much left from his previous salary, only more than 20 yuan, so there was more than 170 yuan in his passbook now.
Previously, Gu Qinghan sent almost all of his salary back to his family when he was in the army in his hometown, and he also took out some ten or twenty yuan here and there, which he should have used himself.
However, according to Wen Nuan's observation during this period, Gu Qinghan neither smokes nor drinks, nor does he have any other bad habits of spending money. Where did all the money go? Could it be that he used it to help others
Just when Wen Nuan was confused, there were several knocks on the door, and then the voice of Zhang Guihua from next door came: "Little Sister Nuan, food coupons are being distributed today, do you want to go and get them together?"
Wen Nuan hurried out to open the door and shouted, "Sister Guihua, wait a moment. I'll put on some clothes and go with you."
"Don't worry, don't worry. It doesn't start until eight o'clock. I asked you to get ready in advance. You should feed the baby first, otherwise he will make a fuss later." After saying this, Zhang Guihua went back home.
Wen Nuan deftly changed the child's diaper, fed him some milk, and gave him some porridge before going out.
Before going out, she found that Gu Qinghan had already prepared the stroller last night, so she simply put a mattress on it, threw a baby carrier in it, and then put Lele in it.
The little guy has always liked this cart, so he didn't show any resistance and kept pedaling, looking very excited.
Wen Nuan thought the wooden cart would be difficult to push, but after pushing the door open, she found it was very smooth and much better than the cart she had borrowed from the staff quarters in her hometown.
Zhang Guihua saw Lele sitting on the cart with his little hands tightly grasping both sides of the cart, showing no fear at all.
The sight of those big black eyes made her heart melt, and she said hurriedly, "Oh my God, this little baby is so cute! Come, can auntie hold him for a bit?"
Lele is not afraid of strangers. If she hears someone wants to hug her, she will stretch out her little arms and let others hug her.
Wen Nuan and Zhang Guihua have met and chatted these days, so the little guy was more willing. He stretched out his arms towards Zhang Guihua and made a few "ah-ah-ah" sounds.
Zhang Guihua couldn't stand it any longer and directly took the little one out of the stroller. Looking at her chubby and fair face, she wanted to give her a big kiss!
"LeLe is so adorable. I can't wait to give her a big kiss." As he said that, he whimpered a few times on the child's chest to tease her.
The little guy didn't understand what it meant, he just smiled, and when he smiled, his four cute little teeth were exposed.
Wen Nuan was already tired of holding the baby. Although the baby was only seven months old, he was actually very heavy. Her hands were sore every time she held the baby out and brought the baby back, so she asked the baby's father to make a stroller for her.
From now on, you don’t have to carry the baby when you take it out. It would be great if you can bring the baby back with you when you buy something.
Then Zhang Guihua looked at Lele's smiling face and couldn't help but sigh: "It would be great if Auntie could also give birth to a daughter as cute as Lele!"
Wen Nuan had thought Zhang Guihua must have had several children, but she found out these days that she didn't. However, she didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only smile and say, "Maybe she will have one soon."
Zhang Guihua sighed: "I don't dare to expect anything anymore. Forget it, let it go."
Then she continued, "It's nothing for me, it just makes my husband lose face. Especially that Liu Meili, she gave birth to three sons in one go, and she always likes to talk behind my husband's back!"
Wen Nuan didn't expect there was such a thing. No wonder Zhang Guihua came to remind her not to change houses on the first night she arrived in Beicheng.
"But it's okay. At worst, we can just get divorced and pack up and go back home, and let Old Zhou find another one." Zhang Guihua smiled bitterly. "Let's not talk about this. Auntie loves my daughter very much. When Lele grows up, Auntie will braid your hair. Auntie knows many kinds of braids."
Wen Nuan knew that Zhang Guihua had heard countless words of comfort, and no one could truly comfort her anymore.
I had no choice but to say, "Then we would like to thank Aunt Guihua first."
Zhang Guihua smiled and said, "Why thank you? Such a cute little girl wants me to braid her hair. I'm so happy!"
When they arrived at the grain station, Wen Nuan saw the martyr's widow Li Qiuyan whom she had talked about last night. She had a braid on her left shoulder and a baby on her back. The baby looked a little older than Lele, probably about one year old.
Zhang Guihua went forward to greet her, and Wen Nuan also called her, "Sister Li."
Li Qiuyan took one look at Wen Nuan and immediately smiled: "Oh, you are Deputy Head Gu's wife? You are so pretty!"
Then he said, "When I was in the G Province Army before, I didn't see you with the army, and I thought you wouldn't come to Beicheng. After all, Beicheng is much farther away than this province."
Wen Nuan didn't know what she meant by the following sentence, she just smiled and said, "It's because we are so far away that we have to follow the army. Otherwise, we will have fewer opportunities to meet."
Li Qiuyan smiled and said, "Yes, this person, you see him less and less each time, so you should cherish him well."
Then she looked at the brand new stroller in Wen Nuan's hand. Lele was still sitting on it, staring at the adults chatting with curiosity.
Li Qiuyan exclaimed in amazement: "This little cart is really nice. Not only can it accommodate children, but it can also carry some food later."
"It's really convenient. Was this made by Deputy Captain Gu?" Li Qiuyan asked with a smile while looking at the cart.
Wen Nuan nodded: "Yes, I made it last night and used it today."
"Okay, let's talk when we have time. We still have to get food." Zhang Guihua looked at the increasing number of people queuing, so she pulled Wen Nuan away.
Li Qiuyan looked at Wen Nuan's departing back, put away her smile, then also picked up a large bag of flour and walked slowly towards home.
After walking a few steps, he turned back and looked at the cart.
*
Wen Nuan and Zhang Guihua waited in line for a while before arriving. The comrades at the grain station quickly weighed the grains, and Wen Nuan directly put ten kilograms of rice and five kilograms of flour into the cart.
Zhang Guihua is a person who loves noodles, so she only bought ten kilograms of flour and piled it on the warm cart.
Lele didn't think it was a nuisance. Instead, he sat next to the flour, enjoying himself so much.
Many people who saw Wen Nuan's stroller praised it, saying, "This kind of stroller is great. It can be used to carry children and things. It's so practical!"
"I'll ask my husband to beat me later."
"My man probably doesn't even bother with me, eh..."
Zhang Guihua smiled and said, "That's right. I used to carry it back by hand, which was very tiring. But Deputy Head Gu is so thoughtful that he even thought of a small cart."
Under the envious gazes of a group of military wives, Wen Nuan worked together with Zhang Guihua to pull the food back home.
When Liu Meili saw Wen Nuan had a new cart, she felt sad. She had just carried back 20 kilograms of flour and her arm was almost broken.
When her husband came back for breakfast, Liu Meili said with a stern face: "Make me a wooden cart. I almost died of exhaustion when I went to the grain station to collect grain today!"
Chen Jiawei frowned and dug around in the plate with his chopsticks. Not even a scrap of the egg from the morning was left for him. His face turned bad. "What do you want to pull a cart all of a sudden? Don't you have a rattan cart at home? Besides, how heavy can a 10-pound thing be?"
Liu Meili rolled her eyes at him and said, "Don't you see that the front and rear wheels are gone? What can I do with it if I pull it out? Do I have to carry it back?"
In the five years since she married Chen Jiawei, she has given birth to three children, each one more noisy than the last. The wicker cart has long been worn down to the point where only the frame is left, with no wheels and not even the wicker left.
Now, with several people in my family to feed, we have to buy more than ten kilograms of flour every time we go to the grain station, but that is only enough to last for seven or eight days.
After a while, when it snows blizzard, who would want to go out shopping
She can’t even carry dozens of kilograms of goods she buys at a time!
Today I saw that people were warm and smiling when they came with their children to collect food. Their hair and clothes were neat and tidy. Unlike her, she was surrounded by people and had to be on guard against the eldest child making trouble.
Very embarrassing.
When she first came to the staff quarters, she was the most fashionable female comrade in the compound. Who would say she was beautiful when they saw her
Now she behaves in a dignified manner outside and dresses herself up every time she goes out, but only she knows the sadness inside.
Chen Jiawei curled his lips and put a piece of carrot into his mouth: "Even if I make it, I won't get the board. Let's talk about it later..."
Liu Meili snorted: "You are just fooling me. Wait until I get the board and you can make it for me!"
As he said this, he cleared all the dishes on the table.
Chen Jiawei was a little confused and didn't know why his wife suddenly wanted a stroller.
…
Wen Nuan from the other side returned home, listened for the military bugle calls outside, and waited until almost noon before cooking some rice and porridge. Then she cut some pickles that Sister Guihua gave her and made do with her meal.
There was nothing to do in the afternoon, so after a rest, she went next door to help Sister Guihua shell peas, and when she came back she brought back half a pound of peas.
In the evening, Wen Nuan wanted to have a meal, so she found the sausages and bacon she brought from her hometown in the chest of drawers.
She had secretly asked someone to buy these sausages and bacon, and then brought them over from a long distance.
A few days ago, she gave a pair of sausages to Zhang Guihua and Deng Juxiang. Now there are only two left, so she has to eat them sparingly.
While the child was sleeping, Wen Nuan cut the sausages and small pieces of bacon, and then prepared to cook.
Because there is a stove burning all the time at home, Wen Nuan puts the food directly on top in a small clay pot, intending to make some cured meat rice. The beans that I just got back from Sister Guihua can be used, so I'll put them in to cook later.
In order to save some rice for later consumption, Wen Nuan did not wash too much rice. Instead, she took out the potatoes and radishes she had prepared earlier and cut some of them in. These things could all be used as staple foods.
Cooking rice on a stove is slower than cooking with firewood. After putting the rice in the pot, it took more than half an hour before it started to boil.
After the water boiled, Wen Nuan neatly placed the cut sausages, bacon, potatoes, diced radishes, and beans on the boiling rice and covered the pot with a lid.
This was Wen Nuan's first meal in Beicheng. She was very patient. After putting the food in, she cut half a cabbage and planned to rinse it directly and then mix it with the cured meat rice.
This can also save some fuel.
After waiting for a long time, when the rice was almost cooked, Wen Nuan poured the sauce in. The sauce was actually soy sauce and oyster sauce with a little salt. It was difficult to buy more other seasonings.
Because she was going to let the child taste a little of the rice, she poured it aside. After serving the child, she mixed the whole pot.
The cured meat rice is finally ready to be served. As soon as the lid is opened, the fragrant smell of cured meat can be smelled. Soon, the whole living room is filled with the tempting smell.
On the vaguely visible white, fragrant and soft rice, there was a layer of white radishes, yellow potatoes, red and white sausages, and some green beans scattered here and there. It looked very good.
Wen Nuan took a wooden rice spoon and first filled the child with half a bowl of rice without sauce, and then slowly mixed the whole cured meat rice. The color of the sauce permeated the rice grains and ingredients, with an oily luster like agate.
Wen Nuan glanced at the child who was still sleeping and smiled: "Your father is so unlucky that he can't have such a delicious meal!"
I don’t know if it was because the smell was too good, but Lele woke up after moving his arms.
Because she was afraid that the child would be cold, Wen Nuan spread a cotton jacket and a small blanket on the stroller and let her sleep next to the stove.
When Lele woke up, he smacked his lips, blinked twice, then looked at Wen Nuan and smiled.
Wen Nuan looked at the cute little girl, squatted down, kissed her on the cheek, and said, "Le Le, mommy has prepared dinner, get up and eat first."
Lele has been eating noodles or paste these days. Noodles are more suitable for children of seven or eight months old and are easier to digest.
She has never eaten rice, and she doesn't have the conditions to eat white rice every day.
Wen Nuan had just flattened the rice and other ingredients with a spoon, so it should be suitable for her to eat.
I don't know if the little guy heard the word "eat", but he immediately perked up and stretched out his hands for her to hold.
Wen Nuan picked her up and taught her: "Come, see if you can call mom, mom—"
The little fellow giggled, kicked his little feet a few times, and tried hard but only made the sound "Ah".
Wen Nuan touched her white and soft little face: "It's okay, take your time."
"Read after me—Mom, Mom~"
*
Gu Qinghan, who had just finished a day of training, changed out of his flight suit and rushed home without stopping, fearing that Wen Nuan would not be able to have a meal without him.
The captain of the flight squadron, Liang Guoan, happened to be on the same trip, so he went back to the family compound with Gu Qinghan.
"Deputy Captain Gu, wait for me. I will go back to the family compound with you."
The two of them happened to have some business matters to discuss, and they chatted for a long time as they walked to the staff quarters.
Liang Guoan on the other end of the line thought of the recent rumors about the family compound. He, who always put the overall situation first, couldn't help but look at Gu Qinghan. Everyone said that Gu Qinghan was cold and ruthless, serious and decisive. There was nothing he cared about except that fighter jet glowing with silver light.
But after bringing his family to Beicheng to follow the army, things seemed different. He loved running home all day long, running back and forth three times a day.
However, the rumor Liang Guoan heard was not about how much Gu Qinghan cared about his family, but that his wife was lazy and couldn't even cook.
Thinking of this, Liang Guoan reminded him in a subtle way: "Old Gu, we are engaged in revolutionary work, charging into battle every day, braving the wind and rain, and we must also do a good job of taking care of our families. Our families accompanying the army are our strong backing, and they are to make our lives better so that we can move forward with confidence."
Gu Qinghan glanced at him indifferently, his eyes darkened, and said nothing.
Liang Guoan felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at him like that. He was obviously older than him, but he was also frightened by his eyes. He simply said directly: "Let me be frank with you. Now some people in the family compound say that your wife does nothing and has to wait for you to come back and cook for her every day. You have to go back and do some ideological work on her. Don't let her hold us back on the front line."
Gu Qinghan frowned, his face as cold as the night weather, and asked, "Who spread the rumor?"
Liang Guoan: “???”
"Do you understand what I mean? You can't let your wife affect the training work."
Gu Qinghan frowned: "I didn't affect the training."
Liang Guoan nodded subconsciously, and it seemed that not only was there no impact, but he had performed exceptionally well in the training these few days!
Gu Qinghan obviously didn't want to pay attention to him and walked straight forward, as if he was in a hurry to go home.
Liang Guoan almost doubted whether he had made a mistake, but Gu Qinghan did like to run home every day in the past few days, which inevitably made him a little worried.
While he was deep in thought, Liang Guoan had unknowingly followed Gu Qinghan to his doorstep.
He patted the back of his head and was about to walk back when he smelled a very special meaty aroma in the air. It didn't sound like pork, nor did it sound like chicken, but this special aroma made his stomach rumble instantly and he wanted to eat.
So fragrant!
At this moment, Gu Qinghan had knocked on the door of his house. He saw a smiling girl standing at the door. She smiled and said to Gu Qinghan: "You are back? I made preserved meat rice tonight. Do you smell the fragrance? Have you eaten? Do you want me to fill some for you?"
Gu Qinghan had already smelled the fragrance in the air, but he didn't expect it to come from their house. He knew Liang Guoan was still behind him, so he chuckled and said, "Okay."
Liang Guoan couldn't hold back his expression: "!!!"
It seems that the one who needs to do the ideological work is not his family members, but Gu Qinghan himself!