"First Platoon Commander, you have a pig brain. My sister-in-law must have thought that the battalion commander would not wake up and deliberately mentioned marriage to stimulate him. This is called stimulation therapy. You see, you are not awake now, and your condition is very good."
"Oh, you have to remember this too. When a person is on the verge of death, if you say you want to marry him/her, you will definitely make her/him come back to life..."
Su Mian:…
He didn't know if Wei Zhenhui heard it, but she heard it all. Su Mian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She didn't expect that these soldiers would arrange her in this way behind the scenes.
At this time, Wu Feng came and brought lunch, old hen soup.
Su Mian washed her hands and filled a small bowl. Seeing that the temperature was just right, she fed Wei Zhenhui a spoonful.
Wei Zhenhui's expression, how should I put it, is a bit hard to describe.
"Doesn't taste good? Or is it hot?"
"It's quite delicious. If you don't believe me, try it." Wei Zhenhui twitched the corner of his mouth, then stared at Su Mian.
Su Mian didn't believe it, but she didn't want to taste it, and she didn't want to use the spoon he used.
After feeding Wei Zhenhui and Su Mian was eating by herself, she finally understood the meaning of Wei Zhenhui's expression.
The soup was too salty. She felt salty even when she ate it with rice. She really didn't know how Wei Zhenhui could bear it. No wonder he drank half a glass of water after finishing the soup.
Moreover, there is obviously soy sauce in the soup, which can leave scars.
In this day and age, we don’t pay much attention to health preservation, so the soup is simply boiled chicken.
Not to mention the food in the cafeteria, although it was light and not nutritious enough, Su Mian finally found a row.
"What, sister-in-law, you want to make soup for the battalion commander yourself?" A platoon leader took out a notebook, quickly wrote a few words, and then stuffed it into his trouser pocket.
He collects materials anytime and anywhere! Is it easy for him
Seeing a platoon leader scratching his head and scratching his head, he asked, "Why, are you feeling a little embarrassed?" Come to think of it, this is a hospital, there is no room, "What about going to Wei Zhenhui's dormitory? I run there every day, so I'm not tired." This is Su The only way Mian could think of was to risk her life in order for Wei Zhenhui to recover as soon as possible.
In her previous life, she was married to Jiang Yi, but Jiang Yi wouldn't let her go out to work. He even hired a Sichuan cook and asked Su Mian to learn from him.
At that time, Su Mian wanted to return to the health team, so she naturally didn't pay attention to her studies and cut her fingers off several times. In fact, she didn't do it on purpose. She really didn't like cooking.
Jiang Yi finally gave up after realizing that Su Mian was indeed not a housewife.
However, Su Mian sometimes secretly cooked dishes and stewed soup for the old chief, and the old chief was full of praise.
However, after not cooking for so many years, she didn't know how much of her poor cooking skills were left.
The platoon leader was so shocked by Su Mian that he could fit his fist into his mouth. He didn't expect that his sister-in-law would actually cook for the battalion commander.
Tsk tsk tsk, really, look at their relationship development, even though they are not married, this show of affection is enough for their instructor to learn for a year.
"It's not difficult, it's just that my sister-in-law has worked hard. It takes three hours to run back and forth."
Su Mian knew where Wei Zhenhui's dormitory was. She had been there once in her previous life, and it was indeed far away from the military hospital.
"It's not hard. You can take me over in the afternoon. I'll try it first. I don't know how it tastes." Su Mian said with a guilty conscience. What if Wei Zhenhui doesn't like to drink it.
Seeing that Su Mian had made up her mind, the platoon leader agreed and ran away.
The battalion commander's dormitory is usually where the bare commander lives, and he often goes on missions, so there are few furnishings, let alone pots and pans. Therefore, he quickly called several other platoon leaders to prepare.