Unable to endure the hardships of rural life, she returned home to arrange a marriage with a militar

Hu Yong stubbornly maintained the facade: "Who said I didn't order?"

He glanced at the wooden sign hanging there, his chubby fingers hesitated for a moment, and under the intense gazes of the waiter and Shu Yun, he finally chose a dish of tofu with scallions.

It wasn't that he didn't want to be generous; it's just that he had a gambling addiction recently and was arrested and detained by the police for a few days. His mother got angry and cut off his allowance for several months.

Besides, you're dreaming if you expect him to spend money before you've even gotten what you wanted!

Upon hearing the name of the dish, the waiter rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the sky, then turned and left.

Hu Yong tried to salvage the situation, saying, "Tofu with scallions is also a famous dish. Girls should eat less meat. Now that the weather is getting warmer, it's better to eat something light so as not to get too hot."

Shu Yun chuckled, "You're quite right, you should eat more."

She had already lowered her requirements for a partner's appearance to just being decent-looking, but even that didn't meet Hu Yong's standards.

However, she wholeheartedly agreed with what Hu Yong said: she should eat less meat and lose weight.

After a moment, the waiter placed a plate of scallion and tofu heavily in the center of the table, snorted, tossed his thick braid, and left without looking back, displaying an extremely arrogant attitude.

However, to be fair, there's a reason why scallion tofu has become a classic home-style dish. The tofu, as white as jade, is neatly arranged in small pieces on a plate, topped with finely chopped bright green scallions, and drizzled with broth. It's refreshingly green and has a subtle bean aroma.

Hu Yong asked tentatively, "Do you want some?"

After receiving a negative answer from Shu Yun, he unceremoniously moved the plate closer to himself, took a spoon and ate several large mouthfuls. Feeling refreshed, he finally regained his previous confidence. He cleared his throat and got back to the main topic.

“I know about your family situation. Don’t worry, I don’t look down on you.”

Shu Yun opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but Hu Yong waved his hand and continued to speak to himself: "Hey, you don't need to be embarrassed or feel inferior. Although you are indeed not good enough for me, I don't mind."

Hu Yong then changed the subject, "However, although your parents' identities won't have much impact on my family, the necessary procedures still need to be followed. So, after we get married, you can publish a notice in the newspaper to dissolve your relationship with your parents. See, am I thoughtful enough? Meeting me is your good fortune."

Hu Yong patted his big belly. Shu Yun looked at the buttons on his suit so tight that they seemed about to burst open and hit her face. She couldn't help but close her eyes. She had come over purely out of boredom.

Indeed, in the 1970s, when food was scarce, people as fat as Hu Yong were quite popular. After all, being able to eat a lot and get fat meant you had a wealthy family. No matter what, eating is the most important thing. And when the lights are off, everyone is the same.

However, Shu Yun really couldn't bring herself to eat Hu Yong, and besides, his character didn't seem good either.

What good fortune? Whoever wants this good fortune can have it, but Shu Yun doesn't want it; she can't handle it!

Shu Yun tried to interject several times, but the man was talking too much and she couldn't find an opportunity. So she kicked Hu Yong's chair hard, startling him. "What are you doing!"

Shu Yun picked up her bag and smiled, "I don't think it's a good idea. We're not a good match, there's no need to waste any more time. I have something to do, so I'll be going now."

Putting aside Hu Yong's outward appearance and personality, Shu Yun felt that there was nothing left to discuss about this blind date based solely on his attitude towards Shu Yun's parents.

Shu Yun turned and left swiftly, causing the waiter watching the scene to cover his mouth and chuckle. Hu Yong felt his head throb and realized he had lost all face for the rest of his life tonight.

"Damn it, you dare to refuse me?! What right do you have to refuse me? Did I give you permission to leave?"

Shu Yun ignored the barking of a dog and left gracefully.

Hu Yong was furious and ran a few steps to chase after it, but then he remembered the food on the table that hadn't been finished and turned back. He couldn't waste what he had paid for!

Hu Yong gulped down the rest of the scallion and tofu salad in one go, then finished off the few peanuts in the other plate, gritting his teeth as he ate: "You just wait."

At a table not far from Hu Yong sat three men, all dressed in identical green military uniforms with red collar tabs and black leather shoes. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell these weren't the casual green uniforms worn by young men and women on the street, but rather genuine military uniforms.

In particular, the three men's military uniforms each had four embroidered pockets, indicating they weren't ordinary soldiers, but officers.

"This fat guy's way of talking is really infuriating, no wonder the girl didn't give him face." Chen Tiejun had a bronze complexion, a strong and muscular build, and a scar near his eye. He picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, exuding a bandit-like aura.

"Commander Chen, stop worrying about others for now and focus on managing your own men. Gu Jun has messed up another blind date, and he's got a really sharp tongue."

The man sitting opposite Chen Tiejun was Zhao Hui, the deputy political commissar of the regiment. He was a few years older than Chen Tiejun, and wore thin-rimmed glasses. He was very refined and looked younger than Commander Chen.

The youngest man had remained silent the whole time. Commander Chen glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "Tell me, what happened?"

"Not suitable,"

With his back to the restaurant entrance, Gu Jun stood ramrod straight. The interplay of light and shadow on his face accentuated his striking features. His long legs, which had been bent under the table, were slightly stretched out, adding a touch of languid sexiness.

“We don’t have anything in common.” He tapped his long index finger lightly on the table, his voice low, husky, and magnetic, with a touch of seasoned hoarseness—very textured and distinctive.

He looked up and happened to see Shu Yun outside through the transparent glass, wearing a blue shirt and carrying a small military green bag.

The distance between them was quite far. He squinted. The woman's back was slender, and her loose blue top made her back appear even thinner. Her two braids swayed as she walked, standing tall and resilient, like a small white poplar stretching upwards in the Gobi Desert.

"Gu Jun, what are you looking at?" Zhao Hui's voice pulled him back to reality.

The man lowered his eyes. "It's nothing."

“Your attitude is wrong. What did you do to that girl you went on a blind date with last time? She went to my wife’s place and cried all afternoon the other day.”

"Nothing much?" Gu Jun tried to recall, then said uncertainly, "I just told her to talk less, she's a bit noisy."

Zhao Hui: ...

Does this kid know what nonsense he's spouting?

"Isn't what you're saying going to be annoying? Do you want to stay single your whole life? A wife, kids, and a warm bed are a man's ultimate destination."

Gu Jun looked up. "I actually think being alone is very free."

Zhao Hui didn't react, "Huh?"

He met Gu Jun's calm and indifferent eyes, and had a strange premonition. Sure enough, the next second he heard Gu Jun say something that made him want to punch him.

“You borrowed cigarette coupons and money from me last month, the month before last. Did your sister-in-law deduct your allowance? You’re so old, you always have to sneak around when you smoke. It’s so restrictive.”

Zhao Hui's lips twitched. This old guy always seems to poke at people's sore spots, doesn't he?

Commander Chen couldn't stand it and chimed in, "This is just his wife caring about Old Zhao's health. Besides, in every family, the wife is in charge of the finances. There are advantages to having someone manage the money."

"Commander, I saw your Tie Niu playing with cow dung again when I went out today. You should probably prepare to talk to the teacher these next few days." Gu Jun continued, never one to mince words.

Commander Chen swallowed the curse that was about to come out of his mouth. The brat was getting into trouble if he wasn't disciplined for three days. Just thinking about going to the teacher's place for a scolding made his chest ache and he felt uncomfortable!

Gu Jun's two consecutive attacks left the two speechless. He concluded to himself, "So there are advantages to not getting married. At least I don't have so many worries. Being free and independent is not bad."

Commander Chen wiped his face with one hand. The years had etched deep wrinkles on his face, and his stern expression made the atmosphere heavy: "Xiao Gu, your single status is no longer just a personal matter, but also an organizational task. As the deputy commander, you need to set a good example. Besides, your mother calls every two weeks to urge you to get married. You don't want her to travel all the way here at her age to pressure you into marriage, do you?"

"Here's what I've heard from your sister-in-law that she knows a suitable young lady. Don't rush to reject her. She's a high school student and a primary school teacher. Her family are all local city people, and she's quite pretty. I think she's a good match. Go and meet her."

Commander Chen's tone was firm, no longer that of a question, so Gu Jun did not refuse again.

Seeing this, Zhao Hui couldn't help but mutter to himself, "I knew this kid liked cultured people!"