An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 74 "One Specialty, Multiple Skills"

On the eve of New Year's Day, the Yunnan Provincial Military Region issued a notice to organize a large-scale "military talent exchange activity" for various municipal military districts within the province at the end of the year.

To promote the flow and sharing of military resources in different fields, we are committed to cultivating well-rounded talents with "one specialty and multiple skills".

Each unit racked its brains to submit a list of personnel it considered to have outstanding skills and qualities to enhance its image. Among the list submitted by Unit 624, the names of Huo Qingshan, Sun Bin, Zhang Yong, Zhong Heng, Meng Youyou, Shen Xi, Chu Yao and others were prominently featured.

On a crisp early winter morning, the sun lingered, reluctant to show its face. Most of the vegetation was bare, with only a few evergreen pine trees adding a touch of green.

As the people slowly gathered together, puffs of white mist emerged from their mouths.

Military minibuses were parked at the entrance of the camp.

After Meng Youyou got on the bus, she chose a window seat.

Not long after I sat down, a cold wind quietly slipped in, meandering through the cracks in the car window.

A chill ran through my face, spreading from my forehead.

She adjusted the collar of her coat, shrank her neck further into the collar, and reached out to close the car window, which wasn't fully closed.

No push.

For some reason, the window was stuck tightly. Meng Youyou tried to push it with both hands, but still couldn't succeed.

Shen Xi got into the car with a tool bag slung over her right shoulder. She immediately saw Meng Youyou standing in the car window next to her, walking straight towards her, and said, "I'll do it."

He casually placed his handbag on the chair next to Meng Youyou and bent down to push the slot on the window.

It still hasn't made any progress.

Shen Xi gave Meng Youyou an awkward laugh, silently increasing the pressure on her hand... "It's okay, just leave it like this. There might be a malfunction, so it can't be turned off."

Meng Youyou promptly offered the other person a way out.

It might not even be considered a step, because Meng Youyou genuinely felt that the window was malfunctioning.

Shen Xi reluctantly withdrew her hand and turned away, about to sit down.

Then a deep, resonant male voice came from behind: "Excuse me."

Upon hearing the sound, Shen Xi instinctively made way. Huo Qingshan took a step closer, leaned slightly forward, placed one hand on the inner frame of the car window, and used the other to push the latch on the glass. With a sharp "screech," it sounded like the car window's final silent protest; finally, the disobedient window obediently gave in.

After pushing the window shut, Huo Qingshan sat down without any hesitation.

Shen Xi stared in disbelief, then gently reminded him, "Battalion Commander Huo, my bag is on your back."

Upon hearing this, Huo Qingshan seemed to only then realize that he was carrying a rather large shoulder bag on his back. He turned his head to look behind him, picked up the bag, and handed it to Shen Xi.

The whole process reveals four words: "taken for granted".

Shen Xi clicked his tongue and looked in Meng Youyou's direction, but to his surprise, she quickly turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window, avoiding his questioning gaze.

Shen Xi reluctantly took the bag and found another seat in the back.

Huo Qingshan took out a thermos from his handbag, and while unscrewing the lid, asked softly, "I didn't see you in the cafeteria this morning. Didn't you have breakfast? Would you like some soup?"

Seeing this, Meng Youyou quickly reached out to stop him from opening the lid the next second, her voice somewhat urgent: "Don't open it, I... don't want to drink it anymore."

With a look of utter despair, she complained, "I've been drinking pig's trotter soup every day for the past few days, and now I feel like throwing up whenever I smell it."

Huo Qingshan nodded and screwed the lid back on. "Pig trotters are rich in collagen, which helps repair and regenerate the skin at the wound site."

A very serious tone.

Meng Youyou covered her ears. "You say this every day. Aren't you tired of it?"

After placing the thermos at his feet, Huo Qingshan gently pulled Meng Youyou's hand down from beside her ear, took it in his own, and said with a smile, "If you get tired of this, I'll give you sea bass soup or pigeon soup next time."

Meng Youyou pretended to pull her hand away, "You can talk about soup if you want, why are you grabbing my hand?"

But I didn't use much force.

Huo Qingshan tightened his grip slightly. "Your hands are a little cold. Let me warm them for you."

After saying that, he grabbed Meng Youyou's right hand and put it into his coat pocket.

The main issue is that the content I need to write later is quite sensitive, and the editors and reviewers have given me some restrictions. So my already somewhat disorganized outline needs further revisions and improvements. I've been spending more time fixing the later parts of the outline recently, so my update speed may not be as fast as you expect. Please forgive me.