A crazy beauty has an island, and a powerful figure from that era dotes on her.

Thinking that Mao Chunqiao and Jian Dashan were still in the hospital, Li Meiqian steamed some crabs in advance and also made two garlic lobsters.

They also took a thermos and filled it with rice and chicken soup.

Jian Zhongliang was the one who delivered the food, but he bumped into Yang Laoda, who was also delivering food, just as he reached the bottom of the inpatient building.

After that battle a few days ago...

Jian Zhongliang was still somewhat intimidated by Boss Yang.

With his brute strength, he could easily take down two Jian Zhongliangs.

If they were far away, Jian Zhongliang would definitely turn around and leave.

But now that we're face to face, turning back is definitely not a realistic option.

The thought of that thousand yuan made Jian Zhongliang even more uncertain.

Just as Jian Zhongliang was struggling with whether or not to say something...

"Brother Jian, you've come to deliver food too!" Old Yang greeted him with a smile.

"Yes! You've come to deliver food too!" Jian Zhongliang forced a smile.

They didn't get along well to begin with, and they even got into a fight a few days ago. Now that they've run into each other, they can't even find a topic to say to ease the tension.

"Second Brother Jian, we brothers acted impulsively the other day, we're sorry!" Boss Yang said sincerely.

He had lost all of his previous arrogance.

"It's alright! Teeth and lips are together every day, and they sometimes bump into each other!" Jian Zhongliang smiled.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the two went to their respective floors where food was delivered.

Jian Zhongliang only breathed a sigh of relief after Yang Laoda's figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

The three Yang brothers have always been competitive and domineering since they were young, but they didn't make a fuss after suffering such a big loss this time.

This was quite unexpected for Jian Zhongliang.

But thinking back to Zhou Hao's attitude that day...

Jian Zhongliang seemed to be able to understand the changes in Yang Laoda's family.

after all……

The saying "The poor should not contend with the rich, and the rich should not vie with officials" is a timeless proverb.

Ultimately, his family benefited from his nephew's influence.

If it weren't for Yiwei's connections, Zhou Hao wouldn't have been able to help their family like this.

"Why did you bring the food so early today?" Mao Chunqiao's dislocated arm has almost recovered. Except for not being able to lift heavy objects for the time being, she is no different from a normal person.

Seeing her youngest son carrying a bag in his left hand and a bucket in his right, she quickly stepped forward and took the insulated bucket from him.

"The political commissar sent over some Mid-Autumn Festival gifts to thank us for our previous hospitality. There was a big box of crabs and prawns in it, so we steamed some for you and Dad and sent them over first." Jian Zhongliang took out a basin containing crabs and prawns from a cloth bag.

Upon hearing that it was Lu Yujing who had sent it, Jian Dashan, who was leaning against the hospital bed, sat up slightly.

When Jian Dashan saw the crabs and lobsters in the basin, his face showed both surprise and joy.

"These crabs and shrimps are quite large."

“Of course! Do you know how much each shrimp cost, according to Director Wu’s mother-in-law?” Jian Zhongliang opened the small folding wooden table next to the hospital bed.

"Five yuan?" Mao Chunqiao asked tentatively.

"Five yuan!?" Jian Zhongliang laughed. "You couldn't even buy that with twenty five-yuan notes, and you're asking for five yuan?"

"How much did you say? Twenty five-dollar bills wouldn't even buy one?" Jian Dashan, an accountant by training, was no longer calm.

Twenty five-yuan notes make one hundred yuan.

One hundred yuan can buy more than fifty kilograms of fatty meat.

How come I can't buy a shrimp like this?!

“These two,” Jian Zhongliang pointed to the two large lobsters in the basin, “two hundred and forty yuan.”

"Two hundred and forty yuan!!" Mao Chunqiao's voice changed from surprise.

"My God, will eating this make me an immortal or something?!"

Jian Dashan looked at the two large lobsters in the basin with a shocked expression.

These two shrimp are almost equivalent to four months of his retirement pension.

"Eat it while it's hot! It won't taste as good when it gets cold." Jian Zhongliang took chopsticks out of the drawer and handed them to the two of them.

"Why didn't you sell it?" Mao Chunqiao said regretfully.

"Who are you going to sell it to?" Jian Zhongliang asked with a smile.

Putting aside whether this stuff keeps well, at this price, how many people in their small county town would be willing to buy it to eat?

With 120 yuan, wouldn't it be great to eat pork, beef, mutton, and big fish and meat in rotation?

These shrimp look big, but only the part inside is edible. If he were to eat as many as he wanted, even five wouldn't be enough.

"Oh my! This is eating money!" Mao Chunqiao put a large piece of lobster meat into Jian Dashan's bowl.

"Can't all this food shut you up?" Jian Dashan said coldly.

Mao Chunqiao dared not utter a sound.

Jian Zhongliang smiled, pursing his lips.

His mother! Only his father can handle her.

Seeing that Mao Chunqiao had quieted down, Jian Dashan glanced at the door of the ward to make sure no one was outside before turning to Jian Zhongliang and asking, "Besides crabs and shrimp, what else did the political commissar send?"

"Cigarettes, alcohol, mooncakes, nutritional supplements, milk powder, and some snacks." Jian Zhongliang didn't know why his father asked this, but he still answered truthfully.

"Do you think it's possible..." Jian Dashan gave Jian Zhongliang a meaningful look.

"You mean the political commissar has taken a liking to our Liqiu?" Jian Zhongliang frowned slightly.

He hadn't actually thought about it that way.

Jian Zhongliang lowered his head and pondered for a moment.

"It's really hard to say," he concluded.

No wonder he specified that the milk powder, chocolate, and snacks were for his daughter, Yi Yi.

It seems that Li Qiu's attitude towards Jian Xiaojing...

Lu Yujing also knew about it.

The more Jian Zhongliang thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.

Otherwise, why would they send someone all the way here to deliver a holiday gift for a simple home-cooked meal?

And it was such an expensive gift.

"Is it appropriate for our family and the Lu family to do this? Will the Lu family agree?" This was Jian Zhongliang's biggest worry.

The two families have vastly different social standings...

If the Lu family is truly determined not to agree, it will be Li Qiu who suffers the most.

Moreover, these two young men are in the same military region; what if something were to happen...?

Jian Zhongliang frowned even more deeply.

"What's the big deal about whether it's suitable or not? If the younger ones like each other, can the older ones force the two younger ones to separate?!" Jian Dashan was incredibly excited.

Previously, he was unaware of Lu Yujing's attitude and could only suppress his eagerness.

Now that Lu Yujing's attitude is so clear, what do they have to be afraid of?

Isn't everyone advocating for free love and freedom of marriage?

"Should we ask my sister-in-law to remind Liqiu..." Jian Zhongliang said somewhat awkwardly.

There are some things that even he, as the second uncle, can't say.

"What's there to remind me of? They're both of marriageable age." Jian Dashan glanced at the door of the ward and said in a low voice.

"Can……"

"But what do you mean 'but'? You shouldn't get involved in this!" Perhaps fearing that his hard-won grandson-in-law would slip away, Jian Dashan's tone was extremely stern.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Dashan added with concern, "Don't tell your older brother and sister-in-law about this yet. They're the most impatient people."