Ye Jian smiled at them with a slight nod. He didn't see the stranger's timidity on his face. Instead, he walked to the old uncle Gen who was holding a few plates and said softly: "I'll take it, your feet are not good. When it comes to pain, sit still."
These words fell in the ears of the four soldiers who stood up, but it was really unpleasant.
They all know that Daddy Gen's feet are not good.
The old man's foot is the wound left on the battlefield, and it hurts badly in the spring and winter.
This time around, he was sending the special cold medicine liquor from the army to Dad.
It's just that they cooked the noodles on their own, and before they even had a bite, they saw a young girl suddenly burst into their sight.
Alas, I misunderstood them.
Dad Gen was surprised. How did Jane know that his feet were not good? In the village, no one knows.
"It's okay, it's okay, you girl take care of yourself." Dad Gen naturally said that Ye Jian fell and fainted yesterday, but there were other people who were there to save face for the little girl and didn't say it.
Ye Jian pursed her mouth, showing a slight unnatural smile, "Uncles are troubled by an accident, uncles are worried."
He neatly put a few plates of sour and refreshing old sauerkraut on the wooden table, and skillfully dropped the sesame oil on the table, and added a spoonful of red chili oil. The taste is not only fragrant, but the color is more fresh. NS.
The lid of the soy sauce bottle on the bed was not screwed on, so Ye Jian smoothly tightened the lid.
Few children in the village are pampered. Children without parents or mothers have no capital for pampering.
Old Uncle Gen saw the half-old girl, thin and weak, working abruptly but as if she had been working for more than ten years. He looked a little bit sad, and sighed softly: "Girl, not busy. They finished eating. I will clean up."
"Little girl, take a break, we will do it ourselves, and we will do it ourselves."
"Thank you, thank you, let's do it ourselves."
Several big masters also let a little girl wait on him. If the company commander knew about it, he would definitely scold him.
All four of them were embarrassed to let a little girl go up and down, one by one reached out to block, the chopsticks placed on the noodle bowl accidentally fell to the ground.
The nearest soldier reflexively wanted to pick it up, a pair of long-fingered hands was one step ahead of him, and accurately grasped the chopsticks that fell into his own hands.
Ye Jian put the chopsticks back on the noodle bowl, with a slight smile on his cool expression, "It's not dirty, no need to wash it."
"Thank you." The younger soldier was even more embarrassed, and thanked him again and again.
The facial features Zhouzheng, the soldier in his early thirties smiled at Ye Jian and said heartily: "The little girl reacted quickly enough, or should I sit up and eat a bowl of noodles? If the noodles are not moved, just separate a bowl of noodles."
"I have eaten, thank you." Ye Jian's smile was very shallow, but when she smiled, there was also a slight smile at the corner of her eyes, which looked extraordinarily comfortable.
When I first met, I thought this was a very polite little girl.
Generously rejecting the invitation of the basic-level military officer, Ye Jian turned around and whispered to Old Uncle Gen: "Grandpa Gen, I'll go to the house to discuss items with you..."
Before the word "thing" was spoken, a black shadow rushed out like an arrow, so fast that the petals falling on the ground were flying several centimeters high.
Obviously there were other people, but the dark shadow rushed straight to Ye Jian, moving so fast that he didn't even react to Old Uncle Gen.
Ye Jian didn't move because she couldn't move.
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