The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

"Boy, come here."

Sitting there reading, Yang Yunhai waved to Yao Jingsong.

Through this morning's observation, he found that Gu Lingling was deliberately grinding Yao Jingsong's temperament.

This boy is too impulsive.

"Brother Hai, you are looking for me." For Yang Yunhai, Yao Jingsong's attitude is simply a 180 degree turn, which is great.

"Do you like reading military books?" Yang Yunhai asked with a smile.

Military books!

God, can he? Yao Jingsong was so excited that he was about to jump up.

"Come on, sit down and read with me first." Yang Yunhai threw a book at him. "Tell me what you think after reading it."

Gu Lingling looked at the two people in the yard with some trance. How did she feel that there was something wrong with the painting style?

What did she seem to ignore?

No, she's still cooking in the pot.

Hurried back to the kitchen, anyway, Yang Yunhai won't harm Yao Jingsong.

But Gu Lingling could still hear the conversation between the two people in the yard clearly.

"Finished?" Yang Yunhai asked lazily.

"Well."

"Tell me what you think?" Continue to be a lazy voice.

"I... I went to write." It was rare to hear Yao Jingsong's shriveled voice. Gu Lingling was curious and stood at the window with a spatula looking out of the hospital.

"A good soldier must not only be brave, but also resourceful." Yang Yunhai pointed to his head, "otherwise, in the battlefield, he will not only lose his life, but also implicate his comrades in arms."

"I will study hard." Yaojingsong shouted.

Gu Lingling continued to cook with a smile. Looking at the sweet smile of the girl in the kitchen, the corners of Yang Yunhai's mouth also unconsciously rose slightly.

Yang Yunhai made noodles for lunch, and put the chicken soup on the coal stove to continue stewing. The sister and brother said goodbye to Yang Yunhai, and grandma Yao at home was still waiting for them to go back to dinner.

Gu Lingling didn't do much, which was only enough for Yang Yunhai.

Taking care of Yang Yunhai is to repay their kindness. They can't be shameless to eat at others' homes.

Half a boy eats poor Lao Tzu, not to mention two people.

In particular, these vegetables and grains were specially approved by the army for Yang Yunhai's recuperation.

Gu Lingling is afraid to feed Yao Jingsong. There are fine noodles and big meat here in Yang Yunhai. It's not such a good treatment to go home.

From thrift to extravagance is easy, from extravagance to thrift is difficult.

So when Pang came to cook in the evening, Gu Lingling explained that when he met the dark faced Yang Yunhai.

"What about me? My mouth has been tricked by you. What should I do?"

Gu Lingling choked.

She is confident that her craft is definitely better than the food in the army canteen.

"I don't like eating alone. I have no appetite." Finally, Yang Yunhai said coldly.

With that, Gu Lingling ignored Gu Lingling and went back to the house directly.

"Brother Hai seems angry." Yao Jingsong drooped his head and said.

Gu Lingling sighed.

It was not until dinner was ready that he was asked to eat that he smelled his face.

But when I saw the three sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, my face was slightly better.

It's really hard to serve!

Gu Lingling sighed in her heart that her dark face was too frightening.

Sure enough, when she was in the yard in the morning, she had the illusion.

"Why do you eat so much?" Yang Yunhai frowned. He didn't eat as much as Liu Yaxin.

Then Gu Lingling looked at the full bowl of cups.

What about the high temperature? What about the good habit of cleanliness?

Even bring her vegetables?

Gu Lingling stared at Yang Yunhai blankly, blinking. She must have been dazzled just now.

But who picked up this slowly piled dish?

If this were to be changed to another girl, she would certainly be flattered, but Gu Lingling seemed to be only frightened, spoiled? What is that?