Chapter 163: Simple-minded Zhang Qian

"You have no idea, the food that turned out to be the hardest to get at the Northeast Camp canteen was actually noodles. Who would have thought?" Zhang Qian was finally able to vent to his heart's content this time. Having seized this opportunity, if he didn't make it clear, how could he face his own love for noodles?

Upon hearing this, An Yinan finally understood why everyone had such a big reaction, and she instantly laughed until she couldn't catch her breath. It was so hard to imagine Chen Xun like that.

"And then, nobody ate noodles anymore?" An Yinan asked curiously.

Zhang Qian nodded, "You bet. The time wasted eating noodles meant those who couldn't finish their training tasks were punished so severely that they didn't dare even mention the word 'noodle'."

Mo Kun and the Secretary exchanged a smile, also recalling the scene from back then; that was many years ago.

"And because I wasted time every time I ate noodles, that treacherous man would secretly take first place every time. My failure was also because of a bowl of noodles, and to this day I'm the eternal runner-up, unable to flip the situation because he keeps me suppressed." Zhang Qian laughed despite himself, thinking back to when he first enlisted.

Watching Zhang Qian's expression, An Yinan couldn't stop her laughter.

Chen Xun patted her back to help her catch her breath, then said softly, "Laugh slowly, or your stomach will be uncomfortable when you eat later."

"Gross."

"Can't bear to look."

"Hey, don't treat us like outsiders."

"Tsk tsk."

The onlookers widened their eyes one after another, and then various sounds followed.

If this were in the past, their Battalion Commander would have shouted directly, "Twenty-kilometer hike, start."

Now he was actually taking such careful care of his wife; was this still the Snow Ghost they knew?

"Alright, hurry up and eat. If your Battalion Commander gets embarrassed and angry in a moment, your sister-in-law won't be at the training ground tomorrow, so you'd better tighten your skin," Zhang Qian reminded them at the right time.

Upon hearing this, the new recruits and veterans scattered in a hurry.

The authority of the Snow Ghost boss had long been established; let alone the new recruits, even seeing him was like a mouse seeing a cat.

Even the veterans were like mice seeing a cat when they saw him.

No one could hope to run.

"Try the noodles in our canteen; the taste is actually quite good," Mo Kun said.

The Secretary silently held his tea mug, first lifted the lid, took a sip of black tea, squinted his eyes in enjoyment, and then said, "Zhang Qian, go order a bowl of noodles for me. I haven't had them in a long time and I've been missing them a bit."

An Yinan looked at the man beside her and held back her laughter.

Her own man was truly hated by so many.

So many people watching the joke and kicking him while he was down?

She didn't know that back when the marriage application hadn't been approved, the Secretary had almost hated Chen Xun to the bone; his office door ultimately didn't survive, and he had to replace it with a new one.

Chen Xun finished mixing the noodles and then divided them into another bowl, "Eat slowly, this bowl isn't hot anymore."

When the Secretary and Mo Kun saw this, they thought, *Great, why didn't the anger dissipate much, and instead it doubled back? *

An Yinan tugged at the hem of Chen Xun's shirt under the table, her face flushing slightly. This guy, why couldn't he be a little more restrained?

There were so many people watching.

Zhang Qian came back with two more bowls of noodles and placed them in front of Mo Kun and the Secretary respectively.

Mo Kun suddenly asked, "What delicious things did you make this afternoon?"

The Secretary also looked at An Yinan.

An Yinan blinked, "Fried dough twists and boiled milk tea, and I also fried some meatballs. Do you guys want to try some?"

"Quick, get me some. That smell was just too overbearing; I've been waiting for this bite all afternoon." Mo Kun was an old acquaintance of An Yinan, and because Beibei and Yun Shen were close, he treated An Yinan like his own child and didn't stand on ceremony.

An Yinan reached out to Chen Xun. Chen Xun looked at Mo Kun and the Secretary, frowned, and then took out a little of each, "That's all, it's gone once you eat it."

The Secretary put the lid on his tea mug, and Mo Kun slapped the table.

"Hey, you brat, we're just eating a little of your food, is it necessary to be this stingy?"

Chen Xun glanced sideways at the two old rascals, "Go have your wives make it."

His stance was very clear: if you want to eat it, have your wives make it; don't have my wife make it.

What my wife makes, only I can eat.

An Yinan covered her eyes; she was so embarrassed, but her heart was sweet. Being pampered and seeing her man's possessiveness—she enjoyed it all very much.

"Look, 'marrying a wife and forgetting his mother,' that's how it comes about," the Secretary said.

Zhang Qian thought for a moment, but in the end, he couldn't help it, "Secretary, do you want to be the Battalion Commander's mother?"

An Yinan burst out laughing. When they were in Quanshui Village, Zhang Qian seemed to have a sense of superiority, and he handled that degree perfectly. Only after arriving at the Northeast Camp did she realize that Zhang Qian had a bit of a simple-minded nature in him.

"Get out!" The Secretary even forgot his tea mug and slapped the table directly. Seeing the tea spill out, his heart ached.

Zhang Qian stopped talking and buried his head to start slurping noodles.

An Yinan opened the cloth bag and took out quite a few more meatballs and fried dough twists, "I fried quite a lot, everyone try some."

"Nan Nan's craftsmanship is truly beyond words." Mo Kun finally ate the familiar taste; he had only smelled the fragrance all afternoon, and now he finally got to eat it.

After the Secretary ate a meatball, his eyes also lit up, "This flavor is superb."

He didn't have many hobbies; one was liking to drink tea, and the other was liking to eat all kinds of delicacies.

"Another day, let my wife learn from you. These meatballs are both fragrant and crispy, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth," the Secretary said with satisfaction.

An Yinan nodded, "Sure, it'll be a good chance to meet your wife."

The Secretary's wife worked in the City and only came back once a week. The last time she came to the Camp, they hadn't managed to meet for various reasons.

After the few of them finished eating, they walked toward the main hall together. At the Northeast Camp, the weather was too harsh, and the soldiers didn't have any entertainment projects. Every day, besides training, their biggest hobby was the weekly cultural performance.

There was a dedicated troupe of cultural soldiers stationed here.

The people in the main hall saw the group coming and stood up to salute one after another.

Mo Kun leveled his hand, "Everyone sit down, wait to watch the program."

Chen Xun pulled An Yinan and found a spot with a good view, and Zhang Qian followed closely by Chen Xun's side.

He was waiting for the delicious food; if he didn't follow closely, he might not get to eat it.

Not long after the few of them sat down, the backstage of the art troupe widened their eyes.

"Qingqing, Battalion Commander Chen actually brought a woman over," an art troupe soldier ran quickly to the backstage and said beside Zhang Qingqing.

Zhang Qingqing frowned, and a female soldier beside her said, "What nonsense are you spouting? A person as upright as Battalion Commander Chen, how could he possibly bring a woman over? You must have seen wrong and are spreading rumors."

That female soldier said unconvinced, "I clearly saw it, how could I have seen wrong?"

"And... and the two of them were even holding hands."

Another female soldier heard this and said, "Oh my, you must have seen wrong. Who doesn't know what kind of person Battalion Commander Chen is? He keeps a straight face all day long, and he's holding hands? Don't be ridiculous."