Jian Zhan just knew too much about it, so he couldn't help but remind her.

"General Jian must have been hungry when he first joined the army, right?" Jian Zhan is not very old, and it is not difficult to see that he came out of the army early. Duan Jiuqing promoted newcomers, but it was not promoted by any soldier.

"The military advisor is interested?" It's rare for someone to ask about the past, and Jian Zhan doesn't mind rehashing the past.

Song Xiaoxiao said unclearly: "I'm quite interested in General Duan." ”

"Want to know?"

"Will you say that?"

Jian Zhan didn't get into the trap, "It's better for you to ask the general in person." ”

When Jian Zhan and Song Xiaoxiao arrived at the tent where they were eating, they saw that the pot had bottomed out, and there was really no food.

The woman in charge of the meal was very surprised to see Jian Zhan, probably because she didn't expect him to come to this kind of place to eat.

Jian Zhan went to the small kitchen in the back kitchen and took half a small bag of rice, the amount of two people, asked for another pot, found an empty place, put the pot on the rack, added water, and poured rice, the whole action was very smooth.

Song Xiaoxiao retracted what she had just said.

Jian Zhan rarely ate a big pot of rice, but he never let himself go hungry.

Then, Jian Zhan lit the fire and found a place close to Song Xiaoxiao to sit down.

"You were a rich young master before you joined the army, right?" Jian Zhan asked suddenly.

"Why do you ask?"

"Stretch your hand out, palm side up, flattened."

Song Xiaoxiao did as requested, and Jian Zhan repeated the same action.

Once the two hands are compared, the difference is easy to see, "No, you see, your hand lines are clear, white and delicate, much more delicate than the hands of the daughter in the boudoir." ”

Song Xiaoxiao said strangely: "How many women's hands have you seen?" ”

"Not much, only a dozen." Jian Zhan didn't notice the leakage of his mouth at all.

"Well, it's very promising..."This body is indeed a daughter's family, listening to Jian Zhan's words, the parents of the original owner are likely to be a wealthy family who are either in business or in office.

Jian Zhan was stupid again, "What does this have to do with how many women's hands you have seen?" ”

"You haven't seen it, how do you know that my hands are more delicate than my daughter's?"

Jian Zhan felt that Song Xiao's novel was very reasonable, and then he said: "The aunt you just saw in charge of the rice, she doesn't have a husband yet. ”

In Jian Zhan's impression, there is no husband's family, which is the girl's family waiting to sit in the boudoir.

Song Xiaoxiao's eyelids jumped, "How many aunts have you seen in total?" ”

Then came the repetitive words, "Not many, only a dozen." ”

Song Xiaoxiao shifted his body, and suddenly he didn't want to talk to him.

Jian Zhan glanced at her thin back, and smiled in her eyes.

Within a quarter of an hour, the porridge in the pot was already boiling. Jian Zhan got up and went to the small kitchen again, took two porcelain bowls and an iron spoon, and returned to his place.

When he came out of the kitchen, the aunt who was in charge of the rice gave two steamed buns for him to stuff.

After Jian Zhan approached, he saw that she was still motionless, and asked, "The small kitchen gave steamed buns, do you want to eat them?" ”

Hearing this, Song Xiaoxiao turned around with a twist.

Jian Zhan handed her the two steamed buns, "Eat, when the battle starts, it will be unpalatable." ”

"I'll just eat one." Song Xiaoxiao stuffed the steamed bun back again.

Jian Zhan took a bite of the steamed bun and put it in his mouth, and presented two bowls of soup successively.

Jian Zhan gave her what had no gap, and left it to herself.

Song Xiaoxiao took a bite of the steamed bun, ate a mouthful of porridge, and said with emotion: "It's not far from the war." ”

"The Dongcheng side, like us, belongs to the new generals who are pressing the city, and they don't know each other's ways of fighting. Judging from the current situation, there will be no two months to find out the truth and the truth, and there will be no war. Jian Zhan knew it in his heart.