Starting from the deputy company commander of the Soldier Assault Team

Gao Cheng gave a soft "hmm" and then said, "You and your sister-in-law have booked your wedding photos over there."

"Yes, we booked our wedding photos there, and we'll be taking them the weekend after next."

"Okay, if you've chosen everything, then there's definitely no problem. I'll talk to your sister-in-law and we can just book there directly. After all, she's very busy. Okay, that's all for now."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Anbang laughed. Sure enough, Gao Cheng would never call him unless there was something wrong.

Of course, he was the same. Apart from work handover, there were always things to do when they went over. It wasn't that the two of them didn't get along well; it was just that there weren't that many things going on between them, and they didn't rely on frequent contact to maintain their relationship.

"Wait a minute, Company Commander, here's a friendly reminder: after you and your wife get your marriage certificate, don't forget to go to your battalion medic's to pick up your small umbrellas. Buying them yourself is quite expensive."

Gao Cheng was clearly taken aback. "Little umbrella? What little umbrella?"

beep.

Zhang Anbang's voice was no longer on the microphone; only the busy tone of the call being disconnected remained.

As Gao Cheng put the phone back, he muttered, "Medic, little umbrella."

"Damn, this guy," Gao Cheng suddenly realized, shaking his head helplessly, "This kid is pretty arrogant. He's been acting all high and mighty with me since we got our marriage certificate."

……

Zhang Anbang put down the phone, looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 11:29. He casually locked all the documents back into the cabinet, stood up, and got out of bed.

"Oh dear, it's time to eat. I wonder what kind of dishes we'll make with this freshwater fish today, whether it'll be braised fish chunks or stewed fish chunks in soy sauce."

As soon as I stepped out of the office, Ma Xiaoyao came up to me with an urging look on her face. "Old Zhang, hurry up! I heard a rumor today that the cafeteria is having a big giveaway today, and each table will get a boiled fish dish."

Looking at Ma Xiaoyao's seemingly genuine expression, Zhang Anbang was still a little curious. "Is it true? I heard that a higher-level work group is coming today, but usually the special kitchen staff cooks for them."

Our government canteen still serves just ordinary braised or stewed dishes, maybe grass carp stewed with tofu at most.

"Hehe, my Deputy Section Chief Zhang, you don't know this, do you? It's not just the higher-level working group, but also the trainees from other units. The colonel who led the team to our 702 training has a relationship with our chief of staff."

Our chief of staff waved his hand and decided to treat the training group to a nice meal, so we benefited from it, since quite a few cooks had been seconded from below. However, we couldn't just sit around like usual.

The canteens in government offices are different from those in grassroots units. They are basically long, four-person tables arranged neatly, without fixed table numbers or assigned tablemates.

After all the staff officers and assistants had finished getting their meals, they could sit down wherever there was an empty seat. Who they shared a table with depended entirely on chance; there was no need to line up or be assigned to tables by department.

Staff officers from the training department, political officers, and logistics assistants could sit together freely, and if they ran into acquaintances, they would pair up; no one forced them to sit at a table together.

The number of people is also flexible. One person can eat alone, two people can eat together, or three or four people can sit together at a table. There is no rule that a table must be full before eating can begin, nor is it mandatory to fill the table.

Zhang Anbang nodded. "I understand. In other words, if a table of four is full, we'll give you a free serving of boiled fish."

"Yes, that's right. We're just lucky to get a serving for the four of us to try, considering how much trouble this dish is to make."

After hearing Ma Xiaoyao's words, Zhang Anbang immediately strode towards the office door. "Hey, Ma Xiaoyao, Staff Officer Ma, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and go."

Our training department can just fit two tables. Although there's complimentary boiled fish, if we arrive late, most of the other good dishes will be gone, and I don't want to eat leftovers.

The canteen for government offices is different from the canteen for grassroots units. Instead of serving dishes at each table, it's more like a school canteen, with large bowls of three meat dishes and two vegetable dishes placed at the window. Each officer can simply call out the name of the dish they want.

The chef at the window, who was also the cook at the government office, would directly serve a fixed amount of food according to the name of the dish.

After getting your food, you can take rice and steamed buns from the side steamer. There's no limit to the amount of staple food, and porridge is also placed on the side. You can take as much as you want to drink, which is different from the school cafeteria. Also, you don't need to swipe a card.

"Alright, let's go, let's go. But Zhang Xiaoqi, even though you're a deputy section chief now, could you please stop calling me Ma Xiaoyao? I'm a full-fledged staff officer now."

"Okay, Ma Xiaoyao," Zhang Anbang said without turning his head, "I understand, Ma Xiaoyao."

……

Days passed by in this monotonous and ordinary routine. Zhang Anbang's life was very regular: writing proposals, going to the grassroots level, and going home once every two weeks.

This makes Zhang Anbang often sigh with emotion, because in his previous life, he didn't own a house when he came home from get off work every day; he rented a small room from someone else.

I finally have a house, and it's a big duplex, but I'm never really free to live there. I only stay there for two days a month, even if you include May Day.

With the National Day and Spring Festival holidays, the average monthly holiday is less than three days. It's true that different times bring different troubles.

One day in June, Zhang Anbang had just arrived at the gate of the division's reconnaissance battalion when he saw a familiar figure wearing red epaulets standing there.

After quickly calculating the time in his mind, Zhang Anbang knew who the figure was. "Hey, hey, what are you standing there for?"

The man with the red shoulder patch was about to enter the office when he suddenly heard the shout. He immediately stopped, turned around, and saw that it was none other than Wu Liuyi, the armor-piercing bullet.

"Hehe," Wu Liuyi laughed upon seeing the familiar face before him, followed by a standard military salute, "Deputy Company Commander, no, Deputy Section Chief Zhang, hello."

Zhang Anbang raised his hand in return with a military salute, then stepped forward and punched Wu Liuyi in the chest with a light but firm punch. "Haha, you kid, not bad, not bad. You haven't lost your kung fu skills in the past two years."

Wu Liuyi chuckled and scratched the back of his head. "Hehe, Deputy Company Commander, you definitely won't get lost. Not to mention that Changshan Command is no ordinary place."

Besides, our Captain Zhu isn't an ordinary person. I don't know why, but he's been keeping a close eye on me every day. Goodness, I don't even need to use my intuition to improve.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Anbang immediately knew what was going on. He knew everything about it; it was something he and Gao Cheng had done together.

And it's not just Old Zhu, the company commander; everyone in the Changshan Army Academy who is involved in Wu Liuyi's studies and training...

Gao Cheng made sure to give them all the instructions, asking them to take good care of Wu Liuyi. Zhang Anbang had even toasted Lao Zhu a few times during the meal, all because of this.