A fast-paced transmigration story set in a historical fiction era: The fox spirit is enjoying happin

While He Jiaping was chopping vegetables in the canteen, a man in military uniform came to the door.

"Xiao He, you can go back to the military region now."

The person who came was his platoon leader, Huang Guoqiang, whose smile was hard to ignore.

"This is great news! Take off that apron and come back with me!"

Everyone in the kitchen stopped what they were doing and looked at He Jiaping.

Liao Youqin felt a pang of bitterness: "What incredible luck this kid had! He's already here and he still gets to go back to the army."

"Okay, I'll go back after I finish this work."

Huang Guoqiang's smile stiffened slightly: "Alright, just come back and find me then."

As he was leaving, he turned back and dropped a bombshell: "The commander personally told you to choose any of the couple's dormitories as your wedding room. You're really lucky, kid."

He Jiaping remained calm, his chopping motions never slowing down.

It seems Huang Guoping was talking about someone else, not him.

"Well, this kid's really something..." Huang Guoqiang waited a while longer, and only left with a cold face after realizing that He Jiaping really didn't come out.

Yao Xiaobao was genuinely happy for him: "Brother He, you've got the housing quota, does that mean Comrade Xie is going to marry you?"

"Um"

"Hmm?" Yao Xiaobao quickly turned to the other side to carefully observe his expression. Was it really that calm?

That's Xie Weijiao from the performing arts troupe.

He Jiaping was far from calm; he couldn't believe it more than anyone else.

"Why aren't you eating lunch?"

"You guys eat first," He Jiaping said, taking the wrapped aluminum lunchbox and running towards the military region.

He waited outside the performing arts troupe until she came out.

"There's braised pork in the lunchbox, have a good lunch," He Jiaping said, handing her the lunchbox before leaving.

"Wait a minute, there'll be meat, let's go eat together," Li Jiaojiao grabbed his hand and pulled him to the canteen.

He Jiaping's voice was muffled: "Wouldn't it be bad for you if I ate with you in the cafeteria?"

"No, we've already submitted our marriage application, and we have connections."

“Yes…it’s related,” He Jiaping smiled. “I’ll go queue up for food; you wait here for me.”

"Squad leader, you walk really fast today," Wei Anle said, wiping the sweat from his brow.

Just as Wei Anle was about to sit opposite her, Li Jiaojiao spoke up: "Sit over there."

"what?"

Before she could even ask, He Jiaping arrived with two meals.

It turned out the seat was reserved for him... Wei Anle looked at the increasingly long line and had no choice but to go get his food first.

He Jiaping's braised pork can be described as having perfect color, aroma, and taste.

Wei Anle watched from the side, his saliva almost turning into tears.

Wei Anle strongly suspected that he used his cooking skills to attract the squad leader and Chief Liu's youngest daughter.

To achieve a glossy, reddish-brown color in braised pork, you need plenty of fat, but unfortunately, Li Jiaojiao doesn't like fatty meat.

Here, have a few pieces.

Li Jiaojiao prepared some braised pork with a mix of lean and fatty meat for Wei Anle.

"Don't make so much next time, we can't finish it all," Li Jiaojiao said with a burp.

"I can share it with other people," He Jiaping thought to himself, adding that he could join them for a meal.

"By the way, where did you buy the osmanthus cake this morning?"

I made it myself.

"do it yourself?"

"Is it not tasty?" He Jiaping decided to cross out the osmanthus cake; it seemed she didn't like it.

"No, osmanthus cake is delicious, but how could you possibly have the time to make it?"

"As long as you want to eat, there's time."

Osmanthus rice cake isn't very simple to make, but you can make it if you squeeze in some time.

"Don't do that in the morning, I can have breakfast at the cafeteria."

"Okay," He Jiaping thought. He didn't find the food in the cafeteria delicious, and he was already thinking about what to make for breakfast tomorrow morning.

Wei Anle sat silently to the side the whole time, but she had a lot to say.

There was no training in the afternoon, so Li Jiaojiao lay around in her dorm room like a corpse.

He Jiaping was going to the company to discuss his return to the unit. He didn't want to continue being a cook and had heard that he could choose to temporarily leave the unit.

However, she still needs to live in the military region, so she must choose a dormitory for her and her husband.

"Xiao He, no matter what, you still need to stay in the team for a while, otherwise who would dare to approve your marriage application?" Huang Guoqiang smiled ingratiatingly and handed him a cigarette.

If this guy doesn't stay in the barracks for a while, Chief Liu might not feel at ease.

If they investigate later, they'll say it was because he didn't handle things well, and who will he complain to?

He Jiaping understood the threat in his voice: "Fine, I'll rejoin the team for a while."

He met many self-employed individuals who delivered vegetables at the winery. They earned a lot of money, and if he could do that too, he would definitely give Jiaojiao a better life.

Wei Anle and several of her girlfriends were searching everywhere for He Jiaping.

Take him to a quiet corner where there are few people;

Wei Anle was the first to speak: "What makes you think that your meager salary can provide a good life for our class monitor?"

Although his cooking is delicious,... you can't rely on that alone.

After she finished speaking, the others followed suit.

"The squad leader needs to buy face cream, soap, and perfume every month. Can you afford that?"

"You don't have a whole bunch of older brothers, sisters, or younger siblings, do you?"

"How much household allowance do you plan to give our class monitor?"

He Jiaping didn't find their random questions offensive.

It's nice that Jiaojiao has so many people around her who only care about her.

He Jiaping answered the questions one by one. He had no parents or siblings, and his only elder relative was his second aunt's family.

He Jiaping thought about Wei Anle's problem for a long time.

"I won't let her worry about money," that's the promise he can make for now.

He keeps five yuan of his monthly salary for his second aunt and gives her the rest. She can spend it however she wants, and if it's not enough, there's a savings account to cover it.

Wei Anle pursed his lips, unsure of what to ask next.

"You can't tell the class monitor that we came looking for you," Wei Anle said before leaving.

They all thought He Jiaping would be like those smooth-talking men who would talk for hours, promising how good he would be to her, as long as she was willing to marry him;

Once she actually gets married, all the promises made before will be null and void; they will all be empty words.

He Jiaping didn't say much just now, but his whole demeanor was sincere.

Wei Anle wasn't unwilling to find fault, but just now she thought of the class monitor's face; this person was chosen by their class monitor.

He Jiaping did not appear at dinner that evening.

"Class monitor... is the same old food in the cafeteria today?" Wei Anle handed her the lunchbox.

Li Jiaojiao glanced at the food inside and instantly felt that if she ate this wilted food, she would wilted too.

She remembered telling He Jiaping at noon that they could just eat in the cafeteria.

After chewing a few bites of food, and waiting until most of the people around had left, Li Jiaojiao got up and went to a corner trash can to secretly throw away her food.

She would rather go hungry than finish eating all of this.

Just then, He Jiaping came in looking for her and saw her. By the time he returned to the military region, it was completely dark, and he wasn't carrying a lunchbox.