The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

It was already 5:30 in the afternoon when we drove out. Xia Jinyuan and Ye Jian, who had not changed into casual clothes, walked out with the commander-in-chief from left to right in straight military uniforms. The atmosphere of the conversation was very harmonious, as could be seen from the faint laughter.

The place to eat is not a lively area, but in the depths of an alley near Huangchenggen. After driving all the way, we came to a courtyard.

This place used to be the residence of a dignitary, but now it has become a private restaurant where ordinary people can't get a reservation even if they want to.

There are two pairs of Ruishi town houses with guests coming and going for dinner. In the twilight, it can be seen that the guests are either rich or expensive.

The boxes are antique, with typical interior decoration of Ming and Qing Dynasties. Even the big chairs are made of high-quality pineapple wood.

There are small ornaments such as jade bottles in the Bagebao. Although they are handicrafts, they are also expensive.

Xia Jinyuan carefully opened the chair for Ye Jian, took Commander Xia's coat, and hung it up himself without pretending to be the waiter.

"A private restaurant opened by an acquaintance. The chefs hired are all master chefs. Everyone has their own special skills. We just came back from training and ordered a few lighter dishes. Next time, we will bring you over to try the more flavorful ones." Xia Jinyuan shared the recipe. When you open it, there is no greasy smell, but the fragrance of red sandalwood comes to your face.

Only then did Ye Jian discover that the cookbook was made of red sandalwood as a frame and then embedded with paper. It didn't look like a cookbook, but a work of art.

While waiting for the dishes to be served, the three of them were chatting about some interesting things in life. They didn't mention anything about the army, and they all kept a high level of vigilance at all times.

When the dishes were served, Commander-in-Chief Xia would occasionally signal Xia Jinyuan to pick up the dishes for Ye Jian, and occasionally said humorously, "Young people must have the boldness of young people."

He would say again: "When you are young, you are thick and I am strong. When you are old, it is just a memory, Xiaoye, sometimes you make him work more, you should train him first."

Whenever Commander-in-Chief Xia said these similar words, Ye Jian would always be taught with an open-minded expression.

Xia Jinyuan said: "Your experience is purely misleading, teach less, we will figure it out by ourselves." Or maybe he said, "You are out of revenge, always remember what I did against you when I was young and ignorant. , a man must look forward!"

As long as the two father and son met Ye Jian, they would choose to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, just laughing and watching without saying a word.

Once Commander-in-Chief Xia saw that Ye Jian had stopped talking, he immediately turned his head and said, "Xiaoye, do you know why I'm thinking about it?"

I really don't know.

Ye Jian poured hot tea, and asked with a gentle smile, "I really don't know." The commander-in-chief in private was so normal-hearted, she really didn't expect that now she didn't feel nervous at all.

"If you don't remember, you won't be able to beat me if you are an old man. I will never forget this matter for the rest of my life." Commander-in-Chief Xia Lang Lang laughed, "This should be regarded as black history. He got into trouble outside, I thought Throw him directly to the juvenile prison for discipline, he is so capable, so he offered to make a bet with me."

Inadvertently, Ye Jianjian heard a piece of black history about Commander Xia, which was the black history of the top leader of the army, and she heard it without any preparation.

The situation was the same as last time when Xia Jinyuan mentioned Ms. Xiao, she listened to it completely without any preparation.

"I have ten bullets, and he has ten bullets. The bet is that whoever hits the perfect shot will lose. If he loses, he has to run three kilometers around the playground. At that time, I thought that there was no way I could lose, because I couldn't hit the perfect shot. If ninety-nine returns to one, I can still fight."