After the military marriage, the stupid beauty wants to run away from her husband

On the way back to the car, Political Commissar Qiao turned and looked at Zhang Yuwan. "Girl, what did you say today? You made that grown man cry. That Stephen looked about 1 meters tall? He's a lot taller than Song Changzhou."

Is he too curious? Even with age, he can't hide his gossipy heart.

Indeed! Zhang Yuwan had never seen a two-meter-tall man cry, the contrast was really huge.

"Uncle Qiao, I didn't say anything! Just, talk about reason!" Zhang Yuwan looked cautious, innocent and well-behaved. The scolding was too harsh and his image collapsed.

Even though he called her uncle, he couldn't tell the little girl what to say! He pointed at her, glared at her, and turned away.

Seeing Song Changzhou trying to hold back his laughter, he angrily scolded, "You're not a good person either. How did you get all that evidence that Steve had in China? You were on guard early on! Okay, you're a mastermind, but you didn't even plan to have a proper talk from the beginning, did you?"

"I originally wanted to talk it over nicely. At most I can just compensate you with the camera. Let's use courtesy first and then force, but we can't let that thing bully us at will." You Qi still dared to have any thoughts about Zhang Yuwan. When that wooden gun was aimed at him just now, he was ready to open fire at any time. If he hadn't been interrupted by Zhang Yuwan, and then took control of the whole situation, it's hard to say what the outcome would have been.

Political Commissar Qiao snorted, but a smile lingered in his eyes. "You two are really cunning. When you have nothing to do, read the newspapers, take care of your flowers, cultivate your character, and stay out of trouble in the future!"

A few of them chatted and laughed as they arrived at the military district family compound. Zhang Yuwan took a bunch of cream, butter, steak and other Western food ingredients and put them on the wheelchair.

"Girl, you bought a lot of good things from Steve. The biscuits last time were great. If you make anything delicious next time, just think of me to order. Even an old man like me is greedy!" Political Commissar Qiao looked at those things with a smile and said to Zhang Yuwan.

"No problem! I'll give it to you and aunt to try when I'm done!" Zhang Yuwan saluted mischievously.

Political Commissar Qiao laughed heartily, a rare moment. "Not bad, girl! You're the one who deserves this!" He gave her a thumbs-up and said, "From now on, if Song brat bullies you, just come to me. I'll take care of it for you."

"Okay, uncle!"

Zhang Yuwan watched the military vehicle drive away in a cloud of dust before happily pushing his wheelchair back home.

Mrs. Wu heard the voice and quickly answered, "Hey, why are there so many things? Didn't you go to the machinery factory?"

"I bought them from the machinery factory. They were bought for foreign technical experts. They didn't want them anymore, so I bought them back. It was that foreign gangster from last time." Zhang Yuwan saw that Mrs. Wu was a little confused, so he touched his beard on his chin to remind her.

Mrs. Wu immediately remembered, "Oh! That man is not a good person! He must have bad intentions! You have to pay close attention to him!"

"Mrs. Wu, don't worry! He is as well-behaved as a little white rabbit now and is very obedient!" Zhang Yuwan looked proud.

Mrs. Wu put all the food in the cabinet in the yard and helped her into the room. They sat on the sofa hand in hand. While making tea, Zhang Yuwan vividly recounted what happened in the machinery factory today.

Mrs. Wu sometimes covered her mouth in surprise, and sometimes burst into laughter. "Look at you, you almost fooled that foreigner."

"Yeah!" Zhang Yuwan also laughed so hard that she fell forward and backward.

Especially when I think of Steve, who had no idea how to start eating the Chinese food served to him. He couldn't use chopsticks, and he was speechless when he saw the chicken feet and ribs.

"You haven't tried Chinese food since you came to China, right?" Zhang Yuwan's exaggerated expression made him feel a little embarrassed.

"When I arrived, they served me Western food. I didn't think it was anything special, but your chopsticks are difficult to use," Stephen explained.

"Oh~ so pitiful! You really should try Chinese food. I even suggest that you give up the habit of eating Western food. Try this chestnut chicken nuggets, and rice cake and pork ribs." Zhang Yuwan looked at Stephen with pity, as if he had missed too many wonderful things.

She picked up the two dishes for him with serving chopsticks and asked the staff to bring him a set of knife and fork.

Looking at the greasy and steaming ribs, Stephen hesitated for a long time before mustering up the courage to take a small bite and try it out.

I saw his eyes wide open with pupils contracted. The taste was salty, fresh, sweet and fragrant. All the flavors were just right and blended together perfectly. The ribs were boneless but not falling apart, and the rice cakes were chewy and soft.

"How is it?" Zhang Yuwan asked, looking at Stephen's incredible expression.

Steve swallowed the meat in his mouth and said in amazement, "I really can't believe you Chinese people eat this food every day? It's really delicious!"

Where is this?

Zhang Yuwan shook her head speechlessly. "Steven, we don't eat this every day. No Chinese person can even try all the Chinese delicacies. Our cuisine is very rich, and people from different regions have different eating habits. If you've been in China for a long time, you'll know that you can't eat it all!"

"Really?" Stephen looked at everyone at the table in disbelief. Is the food in China so good? "Isn't your country very poor? Why do you have so many delicious foods?"

"Mr. Stephen, our Chinese country has a long history and more than 5,000 years of civilization. Many food recipes have been passed down, and we have experienced many wars, famines, etc., so we are good at making ordinary ingredients into delicious dishes." Zhang Yuwan explained patiently.

She picked up another fried duck bun for him. Stephen looked at the ordinary bun, took a bite and found it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with rich juice flowing down from the broken mouth.

Steve couldn't even open his eyes as the delicious aroma filled his head. "Oh my gad! What is this? I can't even imagine this appearing in my hometown. It's bound to be more popular than a presidential election, or at least on par with a beauty pageant."

After three rounds of wine and five kinds of dishes, Stephen was about to vomit. He said, "I can't eat anymore. My food has reached here." He pointed to his neck with his hand.

At this time, the kitchen brought out another dessert, a bowl of red bean paste with tangerine peel for each person. Stephen didn't want to miss any of the dishes, "Okay then! I'll have one last bite."

At the end of the meal, Stephen asked sheepishly, "Can I eat Chinese food every day from now on?"

Zhang Yuwan politely asked the factory manager for him, and Manager Chen happily agreed, "Of course, Chinese food is more convenient! You can come every day and the kitchenette will make it just for you."

Zhang Yuwan's eyes sparkled, and he turned around with an embarrassed look on his face, cleverly translating, "Mr. Stephen, if you eat Chinese food, it will be difficult to handle all the Western food ingredients I've prepared for you!"

Zhang Yuwan tearfully bought the ingredients that Steve had discarded at the original price.

"Your dishes are amazing!" Stephen was still exclaiming at the end!

"Yes! You eat for living, we live for eating."

(Today the third chapter is delivered)