"Brother Hai, look at her."
When Yang Yunhai came in, Yao Jingsong acted like he’d seen a savior, insisting that it was Gu Lingling’s fault for not teaching well, rather than admitting he wasn’t learning properly.
A smart kid like him, apart from Brother Hai, who else could there be?
Gu Lingling gave Yao Jingsong a sidelong glance.
Ever since this guy learned martial arts from Yang Yunhai, he’s been insufferable, showing off in front of the other guys and practically worshipping Yang Yunhai.
If Yang Yunhai said sugar was salty, Yao Jingsong wouldn’t even blink before agreeing.
If he knew she was also learning grappling from Yang Yunhai, who knows how Yao Jingsong would react.
"Making dumplings is a skill. If you want to join the military in the future, you can skip learning other dishes, but making dumplings is a must." Yang Yunhai seriously instructed his young pupil.
Then he took the dumpling wrappers that Gu Lingling had rolled out and started making dumplings.
"Brother Hai, you’re amazing! These dumplings look so good, unlike someone’s ugly ones." He glanced at Gu Lingling, eyes shining like stars, and asked Yang Yunhai, "Brother Hai, can you teach me how to do it?"
"During the New Year, everyone in the army makes dumplings together to avoid ending up with a pot of soup. So, while others might not know how to cook other things, everyone’s a master of dumplings." Yang Yunhai explained with a smile while teaching Yao Jingsong the techniques.
And indeed, the dumplings made by Yang Yunhai were beautiful.
Maybe it was because he had been alone for too long before, but now that these siblings were around, especially seeing them bicker, Yang Yunhai felt that this house seemed a bit more lively.
The fragrant dumplings were served, along with a rich mushroom soup that had been simmering for a long time—this meal was simply delightful.
Yang Yunhai rubbed his full stomach, thinking his body had mostly recovered, but with his appetite now so spoiled, could he still eat the meals in the army?
Yang Yunhai expressed doubt.
When Su Ziqiao and Zhao Yu arrived, they were dumbstruck. Especially Su Ziqiao, "I told you not to hang out with that fake-hearted guy, but you wouldn’t listen. My dumplings, my delicious food!"
Su Ziqiao was in tears.
Yao Jingsong was just dumbfounded.
Isn’t this guy a soldier?
He just missed one meal, and now he’s crying ? Seriously? It’s such a disgrace to soldiers.
At this moment, Su Ziqiao had no idea what a big hole he was digging for himself.
"There are still more dumplings. You guys wait a moment, I’ll go cook them." Gu Lingling rubbed her forehead in exasperation and quickly headed to the kitchen. They had made plenty of dumplings, enough for the two of them to eat.
Zhao Yu had never eaten Gu Lingling’s cooking and looked down on Su Ziqiao, taking a medical kit to change Yang Yunhai’s bandages, "It looks like that girl is taking good care of you."
The wounds were healing fast, and wouldn’t take much longer to fully recover.
"What do you plan to do about Shen Lingyu?" Zhao Yu said, "When I came, she went to find the director."
"You deal with it." Yang Yunhai didn’t take it seriously at all.
"How should I deal with it?" Zhao Yu glared at Yang Yunhai, "That’s your romantic dilemma."
"I heard Zhou Hong has been inquiring..." Yang Yunhai said casually while buttoning his shirt.
"Fine, I’ll handle it." Zhao Yu grumbled as he packed up his stethoscope.
What a pitiful and unfortunate guy he was, always worrying about this guy, and now he even had to clean up his romantic messes.
However, half a month later, when a certain woman stood in front of him, Zhao Yu roared in rage.
"Yang Yunhai, you freaking set me up!"