Starting from the deputy company commander of the Soldier Assault Team

In fact, ever since he and Gu Xiaonan started dating, Zhang Anbang has been wanting to take his wife for a ride on his motorcycle. Those who know, know.

But there was nothing they could do; neither Brother Wang nor Brother Wang the Second had a motorcycle with an A license plate, and as for himself, he certainly didn't.

After all, Beijing A license plates were discontinued in 1985, and other plates like Beijing B are subject to traffic restrictions. A Beijing A license plate is now worth over 10,000 yuan more, equivalent to half a year's salary for him. His liking for motorcycles is only so-so, so he couldn't bring himself to buy one.

As for buying a private car, sorry, it's too expensive and keeps depreciating. He plans to use the money he's been saving to buy a commercial apartment, which has a very stable price.

Even if house prices drop in the future, he can at least sell the house before 21 years from now. Of course, this is just his own idea. He needs to discuss the specifics with his wife.

Zhang Anbang parked his brand-new 28-inch motorcycle directly in the shed, casually locking the rear wheel. Don't think that just because it's a military family compound, nothing will be missing.

Large items are unlikely to be lost, but it's hard to say about small items.

Things like bicycles, clothes drying outside, tools piled up in the stairwell, rice and noodles left at the door, and loose change on the windowsill.

There are instances of acquaintances visiting each other, family members and children playing and taking things without permission, visitors taking things without thinking, or even idle temporary staff in the internal logistics department taking things without permission.

Although surveillance cameras exist these days, they are very expensive. In residential areas of family compounds, whether it's the apartment buildings, roads, parking lots, or green belts, the vast majority of them are completely without surveillance cameras.

Newly built residential compounds might install one or two security cameras at most at the entrance of the compound and the entrance to the parking lot; forget about installing them elsewhere, let alone in the old residential compound where Wang Qingrui lives.

Zhang Anbang carried a small gift box of Enjitang pear syrup in a glass jar, a box of exquisitely packaged Daoxiangcun Beijing Eight Delicacies in red leather, and two half-jin (250g) cans of Zhang Yiyuan Jasmine Spring Snow in red tin cans as he walked upstairs.

This was brought back by Zhang Anbang when Ma Xiaoyao from the department went out last weekend. The tea is the flower tea that Lao Wang likes to drink, and the pear syrup and snacks are for Aunt Zhang.

When Zhang Anbang arrived at Wang Qingrui's house, it was only 7:30 in the morning, which tells you what time he got up. "Uncle Wang, I've come to get the keys."

Wang Qingrui sat down at the dining table with a smile. "Hmm, you're here quite early. Too early?"

Zhang Anbang nodded. "Hehe, Uncle, it's important. I haven't had breakfast yet. You told me yesterday to come over and eat with you, and I listened to your advice."

After saying that, Zhang Anbang quickly changed into a pair of slippers and went into the house. "Uncle, I brought you some flower tea. I didn't know what was so special about this flower tea. Green tea is obviously much better."

Wang Qingrui waved his hand, "You know, kid, when you brew tea in a big enamel mug, jasmine tea is the best, it smells so good it'll make your mouth water!"

"Alright, Uncle, you're in charge. Here's your tea. Where's my aunt?"

Zhang Anbang placed the tea box on a shelf to the side and began recruiting people, his tone not much different from an ordinary person calling out "Where's my mom?" when they get home.

"I'm pickling some vegetables in the kitchen, I'll be right there."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiuxia's voice came out, "Anbang is here. Go wash your hands and eat. I made your favorite pork and scallion buns today. I made a lot of them, so you should eat more."

Zhang Anbang replied with a grin, "Okay, Auntie, I love your cooking."

I had just come out of the bathroom after washing my hands when I heard Aunt Zhang start nagging, "You child, you came all this way, but you still thought about bringing things. Look at your eldest brother, second brother, and third sister, none of them came empty-handed."

"But you little rascal, every time you come you think of bringing me some Daoxiangyuan snacks. Oh, by the way, your uncle said you went to take photos today, right? Remember to bring Xiaonan over for dinner tonight, I haven't seen her in ages."

"Okay, Auntie, don't worry, I'll definitely come tonight. I want braised pork," Zhang Anbang said hesitantly while munching on a meat bun, and also ordered some dishes.

Wang Qingrui smiled at the scene but said nothing.

He really liked Zhang Anbang's unpretentious attitude. Ever since Zhang Anbang left the army, he had treated him like an extra son, a son who had developed his career in the military.

This is much better than his eldest and second eldest sons; it feels like his life's work has been inherited.

"Okay, okay, I'll make you braised pork," Aunt Zhang agreed with a smile, then asked, "Do you know what Xiaonan likes to eat?"

"Ah," Zhang Anbang, who was eating a steamed bun, paused for a moment.

"What? You little brat, you can't possibly not even know what Xiaonan likes to eat, can you?"

As Aunt Zhang spoke, she raised her chopsticks and smacked Zhang Anbang on the head.

Wang Qingrui watched from the side and laughed heartily, "That was a solid beating, this kid deserves it."

"Uncle, you just love making things worse," Zhang Anbang complained, rubbing his head as he turned to Aunt Zhang. "Auntie, I know, I just didn't react."

Xiaonan loves steamed pork with rice flour, beef with green peppers, garlic ribs, stir-fried bok choy, scrambled eggs with toon sprouts, and lotus root and pork rib soup. How about it, Auntie? Did you do a good job?"

Aunt Zhang nodded in satisfaction. "That's more like it. Last time you brought Xiaonan over, I cooked all the dishes you liked. Tonight, I'll have to cook a whole table of dishes that Xiaonan likes."

"Okay, Auntie, as long as you're happy. I've finished eating and have to go. Remember to eat that pastry, Auntie, it'll get soggy if you leave it any longer."

"Also, Auntie, don't cook too much food tonight. You're tired, and if we can't finish it, we'll have to put it in the fridge and then eat the leftovers."

Aunt Zhang waved her hand, "You've just gone in, don't keep Xiaonan waiting. Don't worry about cooking."

Wang Qingrui waved his hand repeatedly, "Hurry up and leave, hurry up and leave."

"Alright, Auntie, you decide," Zhang Anbang shook his head helplessly and finished the millet porridge in his bowl in one gulp.

Then he got up, said goodbye to Wang Qingrui and his wife, took the keys and went out.

As soon as the door closed, Aunt Zhang spoke up, "Old Wang, I remembered you're not on duty today. Come with me to the market to buy groceries later. I'll show off my cooking skills this time and let my niece-in-law try my hand at it!"

Wang Qingrui nodded repeatedly, "No shift, no shift. Old Ding is on duty today. I've been to the market quite a while now."

"We'll leave after breakfast. Xiaonan, that girl is from Hubei too, I can help you with these dishes!"

Zhang Xiuxia burst out laughing, "Oh dear, you old rascal! When the eldest and second eldest sons came over, you didn't even set foot in the kitchen."

You only cook when Aihua comes, it's really rare for you to cook today!