Starting from the deputy company commander of the Soldier Assault Team

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Xiaonan reached out and covered his mouth with her hand, her voice trembling slightly, "Comrade Xiao Zhang, no, put me down, let's eat first, we can talk about other things after we finish eating."

Zhang Anbang steadily supported her knees with one hand, wrapped his other arm around her back, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and showed no intention of letting go.

He was completely devoid of the decisiveness he displayed in the army, replaced only by a clingy stubbornness. His nose brushed against her warm neck, his breath warm and tender. "I won't let go, I just won't let go. I don't want to eat right now..."

Gu Xiaonan remained unmoved, gently covering his lips with her fingers, her eyes filled with helpless reproach, her tone gentle yet firm, "Comrade Xiao Zhang, you can't."

I just finished cooking dinner, it's such a waste to waste it while it's still steaming hot. Don't be so stubborn, eat your food first and finish it peacefully.

Comrade Xiao Zhang, hard work, frugality, and cherishing public property are basic qualities of a soldier. Everyone is required to work hard and eliminate waste. Have you forgotten?

Furthermore, Article 238 of the Internal Affairs Regulations stipulates that the leaders of the troops (units) must attach importance to food management, assign specific personnel to be responsible, actively improve the food, pay attention to the variety of dishes, increase nutrition, and pay attention to taste.

Look at dinner. I made you stir-fried green peppers and eggs, as well as the braised chicken and pork belly with potatoes from lunch, plus fried rice. I've made sure to improve your meals, add variety, and ensure both nutrition and flavor.

Therefore, Comrade Zhang, you must conserve food, fuel, and water, and avoid extravagance and waste.

As she spoke, Gu Xiaonan wrapped her arms around Zhang Anbang's neck and gently kissed him on the cheek.

As Gu Xiaonan's topic became increasingly formal, Zhang Anbang felt a little heartbroken. In the past, he was the one who blocked others from using this regulation, including but not limited to Yuan Lang, Gao Cheng, Tie Lu, and Wang Qingrui.

Even Xu Sanduo was taught to use this rhetoric to confront Yuan Lang, who had just been captured and was trying to seduce him.

Now, well, he's been cornered by his own wife's rhetoric, and he's speechless, utterly speechless.

"Okay, okay," Zhang Anbang prepared to surrender. No, people from the Steel Seventh Company can't use those two words, they can't use those two words under any circumstances, so it should be called a strategic transfer.

"Listen to your wife, eat, eat, finish eating," Zhang Anbang said, looking at Gu Xiaonan's flushed face. "But after eating, we should eat something else, hehe."

"You," Gu Xiaonan sneered, "Comrade Xiao Zhang, your skin is getting thicker and thicker. Hurry up and put me down."

There was nothing he could do but put his wife aside for now. He had been so preoccupied with other things that he hadn't noticed, but now that he had calmed down, he suddenly realized that some of the guns he carried were out of control.

Zhang Anbang bent down, strategically lowered his gun, and slowly walked towards the other side of the dining table.

Seeing Zhang Anbang's movements, Gu Xiaonan tilted her head and asked, "Honey, what's wrong with you? Why are you walking like that? Did you hurt your back?"

"No," Zhang Anbang quickened his pace and plopped down in a chair. "I just exerted myself so much that I got a cramp, yes, my lower back is cramping a bit."

Zhang Anbang made up a reason and picked up his chopsticks to eat.

Gu Xiaonan looked at Zhang Anbang with suspicion, and seeing his flustered appearance as he buried his head in his rice, she tilted her head and stared at him intently.

"I remember when I was at the base, I heard someone say that if you carry 50 kilograms of weight for a 5-kilometer cross-country run, the time is 38 minutes. My weight is 50 kilograms, which is the same as the weight you carry at your limit."

So, Comrade Zhang, who are you going to talk to about this back cramp?

Zhang Anbang paused in his eating, secretly glancing at his wife across the table who was launching into a probing question. Goodness, she'd even used the local dialect; she wasn't going to be fooled.

"Hey honey, your fried rice is so delicious, it's amazing! Come on, let's eat! Didn't you just say that there are 238 articles on saving food? It won't taste good if it gets cold."

"You," Gu Xiaonan wanted to say more, but suddenly seemed to remember something, and she froze for a moment. Her ears turned red from her earlobes to the tips, and her entire earlobe was soaked in a layer of bright red.

She hurriedly turned her head away, raised her hand to brush the stray hairs behind her ear to cover her reddened ears, and hastily explained, "Yes, you're right, we should practice thrift and eat quickly."

"Hehe," Zhang Anbang chuckled and didn't say anything more.

The two of them ate their meal somewhat absentmindedly, and dinner was over in just over ten minutes.

Night fell completely, and the warm lights inside the room kept out the chilly March evening breeze outside the window.

The aroma of the food slowly dissipated, and the entire room became so quiet that only the two of them could be heard breathing softly.

"Um," Zhang Anbang paused for a moment, "honey, I'll go wash the dishes first."

"Okay, go ahead."

When Zhang Anbang finished washing the dishes and came out, he found that his wife was no longer in the living room.

Although the master bedroom door was closed, Zhang Anbang could easily hear the sound of running water.

Zhang Anbang rolled his eyes and turned to go to another restroom.

……

Just as Zhang Anbang was sitting on the sofa idly pressing the remote control, the master bedroom door clicked open.

After taking a shower, Gu Xiaonan's medium-length hair was half-dry and lay loosely. Her loose, light blue cotton loungewear accentuated her gentle figure, completely masking any trace of her usual military bearing.

As Zhang Anbang watched Gu Xiaonan approach, a line from a long poem he had read in school, written by a man born in Suyab City known as the "Banished Immortal," came to mind: "Like a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally beautiful without adornment."

"What's wrong? Don't you have any TV shows you want to watch?"

"Of course not, I only want to see someone right now."

As he spoke, he stepped forward, gently cupping the wet hair that had fallen across her cheeks. His fingertips slowly caressed her delicate chin, and he could clearly feel her heartbeat quicken through her skin.

Gu Xiaonan's eyelashes trembled slightly. Without flinching, she obediently leaned on Zhang Anbang's shoulder, shyness creeping up her ears, and even her breathing trembled slightly.

Zhang Anbang slowly closed his arms around her, steadily pulling her into his embrace.

His firm, warm chest pressed tightly against hers, and they could feel each other's body temperature through the thin fabric of their clothes. He buried his face in her neck, his warm breath brushing against her delicate skin, carrying the faint scent of bath soap.

The light, delicate kisses landed on her neck and earlobes, slowly making their way down to her lips. No longer were the fleeting touches from during the day; instead, they grew increasingly hot, carrying a wild possessiveness.

Gu Xiaonan felt weak all over. She raised her hand and gently wrapped it around his broad back, obediently tiptoeing slightly to kiss him.

His palms slowly traced along her waist and abdomen, his movements restrained and gentle, without the slightest impatience, but pointing directly to that not-so-large, but firm and upright, gently and evenly curved protrusion.