Sang Hong also found the scene unbearable. He looked up at the sky, well, mealtime had already passed, and there was probably no food left if he went now. He had been driving with Zhu Rong to pick people up since early morning, and he hadn’t eaten or drank anything all day. His stomach was growling in hunger, and he had missed mealtime again. What was he going to do? He still had to attend daily training and education in the afternoon!
He was a soldier, unlike Zhu Rong who was an officer.
That’s right, he could ask Feng Qingxue’s family if they had anything to satisfy his hunger.
Upon thinking of this, Sang Hong gestured to Zheng Xuefeng and quietly slipped away. He was tired of watching Wang Baozhu’s unscrupulous behavior and Zhu Rong’s helplessness in dealing with his wife and children.
What on earth was going on? He had already guessed from the road that Wang Baozhu was not a good person, and it turned out to be exactly as he had expected.
Lu Jiang hadn’t eaten either, and he still had to conduct training in the afternoon. As soon as Feng Qingxue got home, she started fixing the meal. Of course, she made food for Xibao first. Now she and Lu Jiang were still cooking, while Xibao sat at the kang table, blissfully eating spring onion flatbread from his bowl.
Xibao was about to turn two, and if continued feeding on formula, people would start to wonder—where did he get all that formula from?
So, Feng Qingxue deliberately gave him food instead of formula.
After all, Xibao’s cries for "milk" did not necessarily mean formula, it was just his way of expressing hunger.
Upon hearing Sang Hong call from outside, Lu Jiang invited him in. After hearing the purpose of his visit and seeing the redness on his face, Lu Jiang laughed, "What’s there to be shy about? Feel at home here. Sit down and eat with us in a little bit!"
"Yes, you two brothers just wait a moment, the food will be ready soon." Sang Hong and Jin Zhuzhu often bought various treats for Xibao, so it was no big deal for Sang Hong to come for a meal. Feng Qingxue welcomed him warmly for one meal, or even ten. While speaking, she quickly stir-fried dried beans and pork in the pan, which she had soaked in the morning.
As the weather had begun to warm up, the stove that was connected to the kang had been put out. Lu Jiang had built a small earthen stove in the western corner, with the chimney outside the wall.
The stove was small, and so was the pot, but it was enough for the three of them to cook with.
After frying the pork and beans, she quickly fried some vegetables. Feng Qingxue had sowed some seeds in the yard, and they were growing well.
One meat dish, one vegetable dish, bread made of mixed flour, and butter tea.
Lu Jiang also opened a can of lunch meat, inviting Sang Hong, "Don’t be shy, you need to be full to have enough energy for training in the afternoon. There are too many people in our unit to invite everyone, but it’s no problem to host one or two from time to time."
Sang Hong gave a sheepish smile and did not decline.
When there was more than half a can of lunch meat left at the end of the meal, Sang Hong kept glancing at it. Feng Qingxue asked him what was wrong, and he sheepishly said, "Sister-in-law, can I take the rest of the lunch meat home? I want to give it to Zhuzhu as a snack."
Feng Qingxue gave a charming smile, "Of course you can. The stuff you guys usually bring is not only valuable, but also in large quantities."
She turned around and took out another bag of dried yak meat, along with the half can of lunch meat, she wrapped them in gauze and gave it to him. "The stuff everyone buys for Xibao, if it’s known we’re giving it away, everyone will lose face. When you take it and when Zhuzhu eats it, do it on the down-low, so as to avoid incidents like today where our gifts were openly plundered."
Upon hearing her mention Wang Baozhu, a look of disgust flashed in Sang Hong’s eyes, "The political commissar must have a big headache now. Such people absolutely cannot stay in the unit, it’s too bad for Captain Zhu."