With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

In the Shanghai Military Region compound, Song Yanzhou had just returned to his barracks after training when a communications soldier ran over carrying two packages half his height: "Regimental Commander Song, your packages! They're from the Northeast, and they're quite heavy!"

"Mine?" Song Yanzhou's eyes lit up, and he quickly went to greet the package. When he saw the familiar sender's address on the package, his mouth instantly stretched to his ears, and his smile was as silly as if he had won the lottery.

The comrades cleaning their guns nearby stared wide-eyed, exchanging glances—ever since Commander Song reported his relationship, he's been like a completely different person. His former cold, stern face is gone; he's either grinning foolishly at the letter or waiting for the postman, acting like a lovesick young man.

"Hey, Commander Song, is this from your girlfriend?" an old soldier joked. "Open it quickly and let us see what goodies the girls from the Northeast are sending you!"

Song Yanzhou hoisted the package onto his shoulder and walked towards the dormitory like a protective mother: "Go away, go away, there's no room for you." The smugness in his tone could be smelled from afar.

He had barely left when the barracks erupted in chatter: "Did you see that? His grin practically reached the back of his head!" "Who would have thought Commander Song would be like this when he's in love?" "I bet five dollars that the girl made those insoles herself!"

Song Yanzhou ignored their commotion, carried the package into the dormitory, locked the door behind him, and carefully picked up the envelope beside him. The letter was on ordinary manuscript paper, with neat handwriting, and the content was simple and direct: "I sent two packages, both containing Northeastern specialties. Please give one of them to Commander Li and his wife. Also, Happy New Year."

Song Yanzhou read the letter over and over three times, his fingertips tracing the pages as if he could feel the warmth of the words. He folded the letter and put it in his pocket before opening the package.

He untied the hemp rope, lifted the oiled paper, and a rich seafood aroma wafted out. He was stunned—where did she get such fresh seafood while she was in the countryside? Looking closer, he saw ten neatly stacked packets of dried shrimp, each shrimp as long as a finger, its shell a natural pale pink, looking incredibly fresh. He opened a packet, pinched one, and popped it into his mouth. The sweet, fresh taste exploded on his tongue, without a trace of fishiness.

"This girl..." He chuckled softly, knowing exactly what was going on. Jiang Zhiyu had many secrets, but he never asked too many questions. She was willing to share, so he accepted them without hesitation. This tacit understanding was more important than anything else.

He flipped down to find six or seven tightly sealed glass jars. Thinking they were ordinary canned fruit, he casually unscrewed one. The golden paste glistened with oil, and a rich, savory aroma wafted out—it was crab roe sauce!

Song Yanzhou raised an eyebrow, scooped up a spoonful, and tasted it. The rich flavor of crab roe mixed with the aroma of oil was smooth and delicate, so delicious that his tongue almost melted. He had grown up in Kyoto since childhood; his grandfather was a founding general, and his family was never short of delicacies. But this was the first time he had ever tasted such pure and rich crab roe sauce. Just thinking about how much effort it took to peel crab roe made him realize how precious this jar of sauce was.

"We have to save some for Grandpa." He immediately divided the crab roe sauce in half, and then saw the Northeast specialties below: dried hazel mushrooms and button mushrooms piled up like a small mountain, chestnuts and walnuts plump and full, and a bag of bright red pine nuts, which were obviously carefully selected.

At the very bottom was a heavy mahogany box. Song Yanzhou's heart skipped a beat, and he carefully opened it—inside was something wrapped in moss, and then wrapped in a red cloth. He untied the red cloth, and a clear, medicinal fragrance instantly filled the air. The ginseng he revealed was slightly yellow all over, with intact, silvery-white rootlets, a plump rhizome, and the roots still carrying the fresh scent of earth.

"A century-old wild ginseng?" Even Song Yanzhou, who was used to seeing good things, couldn't help but gasp. His grandfather used ginseng for nourishment all year round, and his family had a lot of ginseng, but such good quality and such a strong medicinal aroma were hard to find, not to mention in Shanghai, even in Beijing! Moreover, this ginseng was so fresh that it looked like it had just been dug out of the ground, and the moss on the outside was still damp, which showed how much care Jiang Zhiyu had taken.

Thinking that the two packages were exactly the same, Song Yanzhou felt both warm and tender inside. This girl was far too generous; wasn't she afraid of scaring him?

He didn't dare delay and first packed up the portion for his grandfather—crab roe sauce, dried shrimp, half a nut, and the century-old ginseng—stuffing them one by one into the new package. The old man was getting on in years and needed these things to nourish him.

After packing, he carried another identical package towards Commander Li's house. Just as he reached the door, he heard Commander Li's wife muttering in the yard, "You know, that boy Song's boyfriend, the bottle of water he gave me last time, I soaked some goji berries in it, and it made me feel so good. I haven't even thanked him yet..."

"Here you are, Madam." Song Yanzhou smiled and pushed the door open to enter.

Commander Li and his wife were stunned when they saw the package in his hand: "What's this again?"

"This was sent by Comrade Jiang. He said it was for you and your division commander." Song Yanzhou handed over the package.

When Commander Li opened the package, his eyes widened instantly, especially when he saw the century-old ginseng. His hands began to tremble: "This...this is wild ginseng? And a century-old one at that?"

The teacher's wife also came over to look, covering her mouth in astonishment: "My goodness! This child is so honest! We treasured that bottle of water from last time, and now he's giving us something so valuable..."

"That's just her personality, so honest," Song Yanzhou explained with a smile. "She said it's a specialty from Northeast China, something for you two to nourish yourselves."

Commander Li stroked the ginseng and sighed, "I was actually thinking of recruiting this girl to our military region, but who would have thought you'd beat me to it and taken her home as your girlfriend!"

"Commander, what are you saying?" Song Yanzhou was unusually embarrassed, but the corners of his mouth turned up even higher. "It's because she was willing to be with me."

"Alright, alright, look at you so smug, you're an eyesore!" Division Commander Li laughed and scolded, shooing him out. "We've accepted the goods, please thank Comrade Xiao Jiang for us. Hurry up and leave, don't loiter around here!"

Song Yanzhou saluted and turned back to his dormitory. He found some stationery and began writing a reply to Jiang Zhiyu. His words still carried the rigidity of a soldier, yet they revealed an undeniable tenderness: "The package has been received. The items are very good, and Commander Li and his wife like them very much. Enclosed is this month's allowance; although I know you don't need it, it's a token of my appreciation. Looking forward to your reply."

After finishing the letter, he put his monthly allowance—a full 130 yuan—into an envelope along with the letter, carefully checked the package destined for Kyoto to make sure the address was correct, and then took it to the post office.

He had no idea how much of a stir these things would cause in the Song family when they arrived in Kyoto. All he knew was that he had to send the letter quickly, or the girl would get impatient.

As for reporting his relationship, he specifically instructed Commander Li not to make a fuss, especially not to let his father know. That old man is impatient; if he finds out he's dating someone, he might just take a train to the Northeast overnight, which would scare his daughter!

"My little girl, I'd better hide her well for now," Song Yanzhou thought to himself, watching the postman deliver the package and letters. He planned to personally visit her in the Northeast when spring came and his workload decreased.

When his comrades in the barracks saw him return, they surrounded him and teased, "Commander Song, what good stuff did you get? You're grinning like a fox who's stolen a chicken!"

Song Yanzhou cleared his throat and put on a stern face: "Training mission complete? Bored, huh? Add another five kilometers of cross-country running!"

His comrades scattered with groans, but he stood with his hands behind his back, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.