Maybe a few of them will have a place to eat in the future. The meals in the canteen have not changed for 365 days, and they have been eating for so many years, and they have long been tired of eating them.

A long row of wishful thinking, the more he thought about it, the happier he became, and he ran out of his legs.

In the afternoon, after Wei Zhenhui fell asleep, Su Mian went to the dormitory with a platoon leader.

Although Wei Zhenhui applied Su Mian's ointment, he was too seriously injured and still needed to rest most of the time.

A long row took Su Mian to the vegetable market, the summer was scorching, and he couldn't let go of things he bought too much, so Su Mian bought a few pig's trotters and some green vegetables.

Wei Zhenhui's dormitory is in Building No. 11, where all the young officers live, and it is a well-known singles building in the whole military region, because all the people who live here are singles.

A long row of people walked briskly carrying meat and vegetables, and pointed, "This is it, opposite is Instructor Wu's dormitory." With that, he took out the key and opened the door.

Su Mian nodded, she had been here once in her previous life, and she only had a vague impression, and at that time, she only cared about looking at Wei Zhenhui, and she didn't pay attention to the furnishings of the room at all, so she went in and began to visit room by room.

Wei Zhenhui's dormitory is a two-bedroom apartment, cleaned up, maybe there are too few things, and the style of the room matches others very well, and the two words are deserted.

The army-green quilt in the master bedroom was folded into tofu blocks by him, and there was a small wardrobe next to it, a table, a chair, and nothing else.

The second bedroom has only a steel-framed single bed and a wardrobe next to it, which couldn't be simpler.

Looking at the kitchen again, the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, pots and pans look newly bought, and there are several pots with labels on the bottom! However, this bowl and plate are also too bought, enough for ten people to eat.

No need to ask, it must have been a long queue of people who saw that she was coming to cook and bought it temporarily.

"I'm sorry for you, go get busy, I'll stew the soup and go back." Su Mian was embarrassed to trouble another long line.

A long row of hehehes Yile, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth, "Sister-in-law, don't bother, you pay attention to safety alone." The platoon leader finished speaking and left.

Su Mian began to clean up the ingredients, she had already asked people to cut the pig's trotters, she could wash them, handle the yams, cut them into pieces for later use, and took out some medicinal materials from the space and put them in the pot, so that the nutrition was enough.

The stew is relatively simple, as long as you master the heat.

Looking at the steaming pot of soup, Su Mian was very satisfied.

In her previous life, she was unwilling to cook a meal for Jiang Yi when she was killed, but now she is willing to run more than ten kilometers to make soup for Wei Zhenhui.

This is love, meeting love, marrying love, it can make you a good wife and mother, it can make you do things for him that you don't like and are not good at, and it can make you cook for him willingly.

The soup is ready!

Su Mian put the soup into the thermos pot, but when he was serving, he accidentally touched the edge of the casserole with the middle finger of his right hand and scalded it.

Five o'clock was the last bus, Su Mian was in a hurry to go back to the military hospital, just used cold water to simply flush it, and ran to the station with a thermos pot.

She couldn't go back too late, Wei Zhenhui might already be looking for her.

Sitting on the bus, Su Mian felt a hot pain in the second joint of his middle finger, and now he couldn't see anything, just a little red.

Patient room on the third floor.

Wei Zhenhui woke up for more than an hour, and the second platoon leader was accompanying him.

"Battalion commander, do you want to go to the toilet? I'll help you go! Wei Zhenhui nodded, and the second platoon leader carried the hanging bottle in one hand and helped Wei Zhenhui to the toilet with the other.