The heroine robs the marriage? The Beijing circle big man follows the army to the island

As soon as the thought came to her mind, she shook her head violently.

I don't want to wait on children.

My own children are not even ready to be served, let alone other people’s children!

Besides, she is very busy!

Busy studying the skills passed down by ancestors and busy making money.

So, I found a perfect reason not to go.

After returning home, I felt completely relaxed.

It has only been a month since I came to this world from the book, but so many things have happened in this month.

The time of this era seems to be longer.

In my previous life, I spent a month in a daze.

When I had some free time, I suddenly wanted to eat steamed buns.

So I decided to make a batch of steamed buns and keep them ready for eating whenever I wanted.

What's more, Jiang Zeyuan should also want to eat steamed buns!

Jian Yue rolled up her sleeves, poured the flour into a large basin, added an appropriate amount of warm water, and stirred with chopsticks while pouring.

After kneading the dough, she put it in a warm place to rise.

While waiting, she was not idle and started preparing the steamer and steamer cloth.

After the dough has risen, its volume has more than doubled and some small bubbles can be seen on the surface.

Jian Yue took the dough to the chopping board and kneaded it again, then divided it into evenly sized portions.

Roll each dough into a ball and place it in the steamer.

The next step is the key step of steaming buns.

Add enough water to the pot, put the steamer in, cover the pot, and steam over high heat.

After a while, steam came out of the pot and the aroma of steamed buns spread.

About fifteen minutes later, she turned off the fire and let the steamed buns simmer in the pot for a few minutes before opening the lid.

I saw two baskets of plump, white, steaming buns appear in front of me, and the aroma of wheat went straight into my nose.

The surface of the steamed bun is smooth and round. It bounces back when you press it lightly with your hand. You can tell at a glance that it is soft and delicious.

Jian Yue couldn't help but pick up a steamed bun, took a bite, and the sweet taste spread in her mouth.

This time, more than thirty steamed buns were made.

Leave six for dinner and put the rest back in storage for preservation.

This freshly baked steamed bun is the most delicious.

After making the steamed buns, Jian Yue wiped her hands with a towel and couldn’t wait to pick up the second ancient book.

Sit down at the table and start studying.

His eyes were focused and devoted, engraving every word into his heart.

From time to time, he would pick up a dried shrimp from the small plate next to him and put it into his mouth.

The delicious taste of the dried shrimps blossomed between her teeth, and the chewy texture made her squint her eyes in satisfaction.

Although there is still a hint of fishy smell, for Jian Yue, this perfect fishy smell actually adds a unique flavor.

Some people may not be able to accept it, but she loves the taste very much.

The time spent reading always goes by quickly, and before she knew it, Jian Yue felt her eyes getting a little sore.

I stretched myself, set the alarm clock, and then lay down on the bed to take a nap for more than an hour.

After waking up, she was still a little dazed. She rubbed her eyes and sat back at the table to continue reading.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was still scorching hot, and she got up lazily and walked into the kitchen to prepare cooking.

Three days passed in this routine and chaotic life.

The weather on the island is getting hotter.

It was a stuffy and hot feeling, and the air became sticky.

When Jiang Zeyuan is not around during the day, Jian Yue will quietly take out the fan.

I was thinking to myself that I had to find a suitable opportunity as soon as possible so that the fan could appear in my home openly.

Otherwise, these hot and humid days would be too hard to endure.

When I went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy vegetables that day, I heard everyone discussing that the weather was unusually hot and that a typhoon might be coming.

Jian Yue finally realized why she hadn't thought of this before!

While picking vegetables, I listened attentively to everyone's discussions.

"The weather is so hot, I'm afraid a typhoon is coming." An old lady said worriedly.

"Yes, it's not this hot at this time of year in previous years. We have to prepare more food and supplies." Another aunt agreed.

Jian Yue's heart tightened and she quickened the pace of buying groceries.

After buying groceries, I hurried home, wondering on the way what parts of the house needed to be reinforced to cope with the possible typhoon.

Jiang Zeyuan came back earlier than usual today.

As soon as I stepped into the house, the gloomy sky and howling wind indicated that a typhoon was about to begin.

"Zeyuan, we don't have much firewood left!" Jian Yue's voice came with some anxiety.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zeyuan nodded slightly, said nothing, turned around and rushed out.

Jian Yue was busy in the kitchen.

The water flowed as he scrubbed the vegetables with his hands skillfully.

The knife makes a clanging sound when cutting vegetables, and the movements are fast and accurate.

When frying, the pan crackles and the spatula keeps turning.

Just as she steadily brought the last dish to the table, Jiang Zeyuan came back panting, carrying two large bundles of firewood.

His face was flushed red and sweat was dripping down from his forehead like beads that had broken off the string.

The clothes stuck tightly to the back, and a large area was soaked with sweat.

"Hurry up and wipe your sweat, wash your hands and get ready for dinner." Jian Yue hurriedly handed over a clean towel, her eyes revealing unspoken concern.

Jiang Zeyuan put down the firewood and wiped his face with his rough hands. "Luckily we made it in time, otherwise it would be difficult to deal with the typhoon."

The two sat down to eat face to face under the dim light.

"I went to the supply and marketing cooperative today, and everyone said a typhoon might be coming."

Jiang Zeyuan chewed his food and swallowed it while answering, "Well, my wife, don't go out for the next two days. I may have a temporary mission and may not be able to go home at night."

After hearing this, Jian Yue was slightly stunned.

Yes! Jiang Zeyuan is a soldier. At critical moments, he needs to go out to protect the people.

I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt a little wronged.

Is this the psychological journey that military wives must go through?

After dinner, Jiang Zeyuan did not stop for a moment and began to stack the firewood neatly in the corner.

Then he found some wooden boards and nails to reinforce the doors and windows.

Holding the hammer, again and again, the nail was firmly nailed into the wood.

Jian Yue helped pass tools to the side and occasionally wiped the new beads of sweat from Jiang Zeyuan's forehead.

The wind outside the window gradually grew stronger, making the windows whistle, as if the vanguard of the typhoon was demonstrating.

"It looks like this typhoon is really coming." Jian Yue looked out the window, frowning slightly, with a hint of worry in her voice.

Don't underestimate the typhoons in this part of South Island.

This is the seaside, and if the typhoon level is high, it will be greatly affected.

Jiang Zeyuan walked up to her, gently put his arm around her shoulders, and comforted her: "Don't worry, let's be fully prepared, nothing will happen."

The two of them worked for a while before they finished washing up and went to bed early.

As the night deepened, the wind grew stronger.