Reborn 1980, the island military wife is charming and sassy

Xie Yanqiu looked at the conversation with curious eyes. The man raised his hand and held up the flower seedlings in his hand, showing off as if asking for credit: "Before you came to the island, didn't you think there were no flowers and plants in the yard at home?"

"It just so happened that my comrades got some rose seedlings today. They looked good to me, so I brought a few back."

Xie Yanqiu: "..."

The golden afterglow fell, casting a faint layer of golden light and shadow around the man's body. Xie Yanqiu was stunned. He didn't expect that his casual words would be remembered by the man for so long.

She stayed there, her heart warmed by the man's words, and she felt like she was drowning in Zhou Qi's care.

After being stunned for a long time, she finally regained her composure. When she saw Zhou Qi removing all the roses, she remembered that she hadn't cooked yet.

"You haven't eaten yet, I'm going to cook."

As she spoke, she walked into the house. Zhou Qi had been cooking dinner for her these past few days, so she should reciprocate.

Just as he was about to return to the house, he was blocked by a man: "Wait a minute, you don't have to cook tonight. I ate at work and brought you a portion."

After speaking, he took out an iron box and put it into Xie Yanqiu's hand: "Come in and eat."

Xie Yanqiu touched the warm iron lunch box and was stunned for a few seconds: "Aren't you going to give me clear soup noodles tonight?"

When these words came out, the two of them were stunned at the same time. Xie Yanqiu didn't expect that he would ask this question as a matter of course. Zhou Qi was also stunned. It turned out that Xie Yanqiu was looking forward to his clear soup noodles when he came home.

For a moment, there was an eerie silence between the two, until Xie Yanqiu scratched his head and broke the awkwardness: "Actually, you will get tired of eating clear soup noodles all the time. Let's change the taste today."

It was as if she was trying to convince herself. In fact, she didn't know it. She didn't know which day she came home, but she was also looking forward to the bowl of clear noodle soup with a poached egg on it every night when she came home.

After finishing her words, she turned around and walked inside. Looking from behind, she felt a little embarrassed and ran away.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out, his right hand was grabbed by a man from behind. He only heard the man above his head say in a deep voice: "Let's go, it will be done in a moment."

Xie Yanqiu: "…………"

"But the contents of this lunch box..." She held up the lunch box in her hand. Apparently, when the man got off work tonight, he chose the latter between cooking for himself or buying food from the canteen.

Now the latter is slapping the man in the face in another strange way.

Realizing this problem, a moment of embarrassment flashed across the man's face, but this did not stop him from taking her hand and walking in: "What's in the lunch box is beef buns from the cafeteria. You can put them in the refrigerator tonight and eat them tomorrow morning." Have breakfast.”

"..."

In just a few minutes, Xie Yanqiu was rendered speechless twice by the man. She now discovered that Company Commander Zhou seemed to be very upright and upright on the surface, but he was also a troubled man in private.

Xie Yanqiu wanted to shirk a few more words. After all, it was just dinner, and anything could be eaten.

But the man made it clear that he must let her eat the clear soup noodles he made tonight.

Xie Yanqiu watched helplessly as the man took away the iron lunch box from her hand, opened the refrigerator and put it in. He did it in one go, without even noticing her expression of swallowing saliva behind her. In fact, she really liked eating beef buns.

Xie Yanqiu is now giving herself a hard slap. If the man had told her what the stuffing was, she would not have said she wanted to eat clear soup noodles even to death.

After all, her arms couldn't twist her thighs. She sat in the living room and watched the man enter the kitchen and put on his apron skillfully, fry pots, boil water, put noodles, and beat eggs with extremely smooth movements.

It was obviously just a simple dinner, but the man's back accidentally revealed his joyful heart. Xie Yanqiu could even see the man from behind, even humming a little tune while skillfully pouring salt and soy sauce into the pot.

The smoothness of this movement was as if he had practiced it thousands of times, which actually gave Xie Yanqiu a bad thought.

Before her, had Zhou Qi made clear soup noodles for others?Otherwise, how could he be so skillful in his movements?

This doubt continued until the man pushed the clear noodle soup in front of her. His lips were slightly raised, and he couldn't hide his pride: "Have a try to see if it is as delicious as yesterday."

Xie Yanqiu picked up the chopsticks and took a light taste. His mouth was very chewy. It seemed that he had controlled the cooking time of the noodles just right. Without dozens of practices, it would be impossible to control the heat to this level.

"You used to make clear soup noodles?"

The sudden question shocked Xie Yanqiu herself. How could she ask Zhou Qi such a boring question? Zhou Qi was already very good at making noodles for her.

The woman who allowed Zhou Qi to make clear soup noodles for her dozens of times in the past must be very happy. She is just sitting back and enjoying the success.

Realizing what he was thinking, Xie Yanqiu quickly explained: "I mean, the noodles you make are delicious. Don't get me wrong. I just appreciate it."

It's not envy, let alone jealousy.

Zhou Qi was stunned for a few seconds. He didn't expect a woman to ask such a question. However, he scratched his head and answered the woman's question unabashedly: "When I was a child, my father was always busy and my mother was also in school. They were often not at home. Although I We live in a military compound, which is usually very lively, but the adults are inevitably very busy."

"Sometimes we are too playful and miss the opening time of the cafeteria, so I call the other children who haven't eaten to my house and give them clear soup noodles."

"I didn't do well at the beginning. One time I almost caused a fire. My neighbors called the police. When I came back, my mother beat me with a feather duster. I hid outside all day and night without daring to go home."

"But it gradually got better and my skills continued to improve. Now the clear soup noodles I make have been unanimously recognized by Xu Fanghuai and Xu Wanning."

For a moment, Xie Yanqiu, who was sucking noodles, was choked. She always thought that a second-generation military master like Xiang Zhou Qi grew up surrounded by stars, but she never expected that he would be in such an embarrassing situation when he was a child.

"But I am also grateful to my mother for that beating, otherwise I would not be able to improve my skills to such an extent that you would never forget it."

Xie Yanqiu looked up at the man. The Zhou Qi in front of him looked like a big dog that kept wagging its tail and was eager to be stroked and praised by its owner.

Looking for the man's voice, he nodded and responded: "Yes, yes, one bite will be unforgettable for days."

It sounds like flattery, but it's true.

Zhou Qi was the first person to take the initiative to cook for herself, just for her alone.

Thinking of this, the doubts in her heart were swept away. It turned out that she was overthinking. Xie Yanqiu kept pressing the light pink bubbles that repeatedly rose in her heart, and slurped up all the noodles.

Until later, I touched my round belly and watched the man put away the dishes and chopsticks in tacit understanding and took them to the kitchen to clean them.

When he came back, he held an enamel cup filled with water in his hand and hesitated to speak.