A stunning beauty arrived on the island; she invented everything from childcare to babysitting.

Outside the kitchen, after Yan Fei finished recounting what had happened, Li Bowen couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Are you sure she made such a convenient spatula?"

He joined the army at the age of fifteen and is forty-three years old this year. He has served in the army for twenty-eight years and fought in countless battles, big and small. How could he not see the role of this shovel in the military field?

The question is whether this thing is as effective as Yan Fei described.

Yan Fei scratched his head: "That's what everyone's saying, that they saw my sister-in-law using it like that when she was going beachcombing. It can't be fake, can it?"

"Why didn't you find a finished product to see for yourself?"

Yan Fei: "Didn't you tell me to keep an eye on things secretly and not let anyone else know? What if something like last time happens again? I can't exactly sneak over the wall at night to check on them, can I?"

Yan Fei had already reported the last time An Ning was falsely accused to Li Bowen. If An Ning hadn't dealt with it quickly, Li Bowen would have taken action.

Just kidding, this is the only time his subordinate has ever asked him for help. What if they find out that this is how he takes care of things? What will he do with his reputation?

Li Bowen thought for a moment and said, "Here's what we'll do: you go find her and see if that shovel is really that good. If it is, bring her to see me. If it's just something everyone's saying, just say my wife likes her squid strips and wants to buy more from her."

"Commander, she took her daughter to the county town today." Yan Fei scratched his head.

"Then wait until she comes back before you go to see her."

"Yes."

On the other side, Anning and Xiaoni rode their bikes for more than two hours and arrived in the county town around noon.

If she hadn't modified the bicycle seat, her buttocks probably wouldn't be hers anymore.

"Come on, Mom will take you to a state-run restaurant for a big meal."

Anning took Xiaonier to a state-run restaurant for a delicious meal before heading to the port to find Chen Hai.

When they arrived at the port, Chen Hai was sitting on a small stool near the ticket office, leaning against the wall, fiddling with a radio in his hand.

Even in the dead of winter, he would wear only a vest, revealing a pair of strong, muscular arms that exuded a fiery energy.

"Comrade Chen Hai!" An Ning called out to him.

"Uncle Chen Hai." The little girl greeted him obediently, something An Ning had taught her on the way here.

When Song Wenyuan turned around and saw the mother and daughter, he was overwhelmed with mixed feelings, as if he had spilled a bottle of spice from the kitchen.

There was joy, doubt, confusion, and a slight bitterness.

He thought about it for a long time before writing that reply, and finally decided to use his own handwriting.

Because the letter was sent back to the military region through an internal channel, it wouldn't pass through other people's hands, so there was no risk of leakage.

But he never expected that his wife wouldn't even recognize his own handwriting.

Although he has sent fewer letters home in recent years due to his missions abroad, he has not sent any.

Could it be that Shen Anning doesn't care about him at all? She doesn't even bother to glance at the letters he sends back?

So why did she come to the army base to find him this time?

After all, Song Wenyuan had received specialized training, and these emotions and problems only appeared for a moment before he suppressed them to the bottom of his heart.

He put down the radio, smiled, and walked over to pick up the little girl. "It's only been half a month since I last saw you, and you seem to have grown quite a bit taller. Have you eaten? If you're free, I'll take you to the cafeteria; they should still have some food."

Judging by the timeline, his daughter should be five years old this year, yet she is still so thin and small?

He had previously reported on his comrade's five-year-old son, who was much older than his daughter.

But Shen Anning seems to be a very caring person. She has a formal job and he has sent a lot of money back home over the years. It can't be that she's starving. Could it be that she has some kind of illness?

An Ning smiled and said, "We ate before coming. Kids grow so fast, you can see the changes in them after just a few days. By the way, how much was that bicycle? I'll pay you first."

Chen Hai's eyes flickered: "I used discarded bicycles to load it, it didn't cost much, so just give me fifty! You already gave me a ten-yuan deposit, so just give me forty more."

An Ning simply counted out one hundred yuan and handed it to him: "I'm embarrassed to tell the truth just because you see I'm a woman. I've been to the scrap yard. All the parts that can be taken apart from the bicycles there are taken off before they're sent there. Fifty yuan is definitely not enough."

"I really didn't spend that much..." Song Wenyuan was reluctant to accept it.

One of the reasons he didn't show up before was that he didn't want his wife to spend too much money on the bicycle and affect her and his daughter's lives.

"Then show me the receipts for the materials you bought."

An Ning didn't want to owe Chen Hai a favor, especially before she divorced Song Wenyuan.

Even if she wasn't the one who married Song Wenyuan back then.

Human relationships are a good thing; they can quickly bring people closer through give and take. But that's not appropriate now. They should just maintain their current relationship.

She estimated that Chen Hai spent around 70 or 80 yuan to buy the discarded bicycle and various parts, and the extra was his labor fee for helping out.

Left with no other choice, Song Wenyuan had to accept the money.

He was away on a last-minute mission those few days, so how could he have had time to buy a discarded bicycle to repair? Let alone a receipt.

He bought a new car with his own money and tickets, and deliberately made it look old before giving it away.

"Oh, right, I found the old radio you asked me to find." Song Wenyuan picked up the thing he had been fiddling with and handed it to An Ning with one hand. "I tried to fix it. The cassette can rotate, but I don't know why it won't make any sound."

"It's alright, I don't need this to fix. How much does it cost? Thank you for your help again."

"Hmm... this stuff isn't expensive at all. I'll give it to you as a thank you gift for the squid strips you brought me last time!"

Speaking of dried squid, Anning almost forgot, so she quickly took the dried squid out of the bicycle basket.

"Here you go, your shredded squid."

Chen Hai's eyes lit up. "I just mentioned it casually in the letter, and you actually brought it."

“We made extra at home, and since you like it, I’ll share some with you.” Anning brought him a full two kilograms this time.

After removing the innards from the 200-pound squid, less than 40 pounds of dried squid were produced, which she and Zhao Xuemei each took half of.

After deducting what she gave away and what she ate herself, there were still more than ten kilograms left, which she and her daughter couldn't possibly finish.

Song Wenyuan immediately opened a package, ate one himself, and then fed another to Xiao Ni'er.

"To be honest, I don't even know the little girl's name!"

The letter from his family only told him that he had a daughter, but he didn't know her name.

When he had time to write again later, he forgot about asking for his daughter's name.

Now I have a chance to ask.

An Ning took the little girl from Song Wenyuan's arms, gently wiped the chili pepper stains from the corner of her mouth, and smiled tenderly.

"Her name is Shen Changle."