Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

Gu Changfeng spoke with such force that he gave no one time to react.

He picked up the aluminum basin, which was bigger than Meng Yaya's head, with both hands. At the bottom of the basin, there was still some bright red soup and the chili powder that was suspected to be poison.

"Old Gu, don't be impulsive!" Zhang Debiao reached out to stop him, but before he could finish, Gu Changfeng had already tilted his head back.

Goo-dong, goo-dong.

A large mouthful of spicy red broth was poured down my throat.

The cafeteria was completely silent, with hundreds of people inside, except for the sound of Gu Changfeng swallowing, which was exceptionally clear.

Those are devil peppers that Meng Yaya irrigated with her spatial spring water; their spiciness is dozens of times that of ordinary chili peppers. Just now, Li Aihong almost coughed up her lungs after only inhaling a mouthful of the powder, and Gu Changfeng is pouring it directly down her throat.

Meng Yaya stood by the table, blinking her big eyes, silently wishing her cheap father a happy new life.

He's a ruthless person.

Gu Changfeng didn't even frown. His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped down the last bit of broth at the bottom of the bowl, along with the chili noodles that had sunk to the bottom.

The aluminum basin was put down and slammed onto the metal tabletop with a loud thud.

"call--"

Gu Changfeng let out a long breath.

Instantly, his face flushed red at a visible speed, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. The domineering spiciness exploded in his stomach, like a ball of fire burning up his esophagus to the top of his head.

That's fucking awesome!

Gu Changfeng wiped the red oil from his lips, his eyes shining brightly. He didn't feel uncomfortable at all; on the contrary, he felt as if every pore on his body had opened up, and the fatigue from working non-stop for the past few days was completely washed away by the spiciness.

"good!"

One of the new recruits in the crowd couldn't help but shout "Bravo!"

Gu Changfeng looked at Li Aihong, who was completely dumbfounded, and Zhang Debiao, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Deputy Political Commissar Zhang," Gu Changfeng's voice was a little hoarse, tinged with the smoky smell of chili peppers, "I've finished it all. If it were poisoned, I'd be lying on the ground foaming at the mouth right now. Do I look like I'm in any danger?"

Zhang Debiao was speechless.

Gu Changfeng is fine; in fact, he looks much more energetic.

"This...this might be chronic..." Li Aihong was still unwilling to give up, covering her nose, tears still welling up in her eyes.

"Slow my ass!" Gu Changfeng cursed, not giving her a chance to finish her sentence.

He grabbed Lin Wanrou, who was standing behind him looking somewhat helpless, and pushed her in front of the crowd.

"This is my wife, Lin Wanrou." Gu Changfeng's voice echoed throughout the canteen. "She's not very literate and doesn't have much worldly experience. But she knows how to care for people, she knows the soldiers train hard, and she tries her best to make sure everyone has a hot and appetizing meal."

Gu Changfeng pointed to the empty basin: "This chili powder was brought by her from her hometown, just for this little something. How did it become opium poppies in your mouth, Officer Li? How did it become something that we're trying to poison our comrades?"

Li Aihong shrank back as he spoke.

The soldiers around them also changed their expressions. They had indeed been a little scared after Li Aihong's instigation. Now that they saw their commander drinking it, and the lingering aroma of spicy food still lingered in the air, their stomachs were filled with anticipation.

"That's right, Officer Li, you've gone too far with that."

"My sister-in-law's tofu smells so good, I ate two bowls. If it were poisonous, I would have collapsed long ago," Zhao Tiezhu chimed in, rubbing his round belly.

Public opinion instantly turned against them.

Meng Yaya added insult to injury at the opportune moment.

She toddled up to Li Aihong with her short legs: "Auntie Fatty, I know why you're angry. Is it because your braised pork is so awful that everyone's eating my mom's tofu, and you're jealous?"

Children's words are often unfiltered and can be doubly damaging.

Li Ai's face turned a deep liver color, even redder than when she was choked by the chili peppers.

"You...you motherless wretch..." Li Aihong was furious.

"Li Aihong!" Zhang Debiao shouted sharply.

Does this woman think she hasn't lost face enough today? Cursing someone's child in front of so many soldiers, if word gets out, what will become of his reputation as deputy political commissar?

"Apologize to Commander Gu and his wife!" Zhang Debiao ordered with a stern face.

Li Aihong looked at her husband in disbelief: "Old Zhang, you want me to apologize to a country woman?"

"Apologize!" Zhang Debiao raised his voice, his eyes filled with warning.

Li Aihong trembled with fear. She was arrogant at home because Zhang Debiao doted on her. Now that Zhang Debiao was truly angry, she was afraid.

She reluctantly turned to Lin Wanrou and squeezed out three words in a barely audible voice: "I'm sorry."

"I didn't hear you." Gu Changfeng picked at his ear. "Weren't you speaking quite loudly when you were slandering people?"

Li Aihong gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face, and shouted, "I'm sorry! I made a mistake!"

After shouting, he covered his face, turned around, and ran out of the cafeteria.

Zhang Debiao nodded awkwardly to Gu Changfeng and chased after him with a dark face.

The farce has come to an end.

Thunderous applause erupted in the cafeteria. Zhao Tiezhu led the shout, "Sister-in-law, are you making tofu again tomorrow? This spicy version is so satisfying!"

Lin Wanrou's face turned as red as a sheet, but her back remained ramrod straight. She looked at the man standing in front of her; his tall back was like a mountain, blocking out all malice.

So this is what it feels like to be protected.

"Alright, everyone disperse! Are you so bored that you don't need to train?" Gu Changfeng waved his hand, shooing away the onlookers like flies.

He turned around, and the sharp edge he had shown when facing outsiders vanished instantly.

"Um..." Gu Changfeng licked his slightly swollen lips and said to Lin Wanrou in a low voice, "Wife, is there any water? It's burning my throat."

Lin Wanrou was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

She quickly took out a military water bottle from her bag and handed it to him.

Gu Changfeng tilted his head back and gulped down several mouthfuls of cold water before he could suppress the burning sensation in his throat.

"Let's go home." Gu Changfeng carried the empty basin in one hand and took Lin Wanrou's hand in the other very naturally.

Meng Yaya followed behind, looking at the two people holding hands in front of her, and then at the smooth aluminum basin in Gu Changfeng's other hand.

This isn't eating; it's clearly feeding dogs.

The family of three walked out of the cafeteria; it was already getting dark outside.

A gentle evening breeze dried the sweat on Gu Changfeng's body, bringing a slight coolness. But his heart was warm, and his palms were warm too. Holding Lin Wanrou's calloused hand, he felt more secure than holding a gun.

"Dad, you were so cool just now." Meng Yaya chased after him and grabbed Gu Changfeng's trouser leg.

"That's right." Gu Changfeng handed the aluminum basin to Lin Wanrou, bent down, picked up his daughter, and placed her in his arms. "Don't you know whose father you are?"

"But you were just stealing water from Mom's kettle, like a fire-breathing dragon," Meng Yaya bluntly exposed.

Gu Changfeng blushed and pinched his daughter's nose: "That's because your chili powder was too potent. Don't take it out too often in the future, or you'll burn yourself."

"Okay." Meng Yaya nodded obediently, nestled on his shoulder, but her eyes were fixed on the darkness not far away.

This meal was worth it!

Just as the three of them reached the entrance to the residential compound, a dark figure suddenly darted out from the bushes by the roadside.

"Commander!"

The newcomer was a young soldier, dressed in training clothes, covered in dirt and grass clippings—traces of his long-term infiltration.

Gu Changfeng paused, his relaxed body instantly tensing up. His casual, domestic manly aura vanished, replaced by the alertness of a cheetah.

He put Meng Yaya down from his arms and casually shielded Lin Wanrou behind him.

"Speak," Gu Changfeng said, uttering only one word.

The young soldier saluted, lowered his voice, and said with barely concealed excitement, "The fish took the bait. Gangzi and the others are watching; they've gone into the coal shed."

Gu Changfeng narrowed his eyes.

Coal shed.

That was a trap he deliberately set by having the guard company remove the visible sentries and leave only the hidden ones.

The spy finally couldn't resist making a move.

"Notify the guard company to seal off the intersection. Not a single fly is allowed to escape." Gu Changfeng's voice was as cold as ice, yet carried a bloody undertone. "Take them alive."

"Yes, sir!" The young soldier accepted the order, turned, and disappeared into the night.

Although Lin Wanrou didn't understand specific military operations, she knew something was wrong from the situation. She gripped Meng Yaya's hand tightly and looked at Gu Changfeng nervously.

"Take Ya Ya back first and lock the door." Gu Changfeng turned around and reached out to tidy Lin Wanrou's wind-blown hair. "No matter what noise you hear, don't come out."

"Then you..." Lin Wanrou started to say something, but swallowed it back, "Be careful."

"Don't worry." Gu Changfeng grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, looking sinister and confident in the night. "Trying to cause trouble in the compound, this bastard is asking for it."

After saying that, he turned and strode towards the coal shed. His steps were steady, each one carrying a murderous intent.

Meng Yaya watched Gu Changfeng's departing figure, a mischievous smile curling at the corner of her lips.

Did that spy go into the coal shed?

Hehe, I hope that uncle likes the gift she gave him.