The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Ye Jian nodded slightly towards them and smiled. She didn't see the timidity of strangers on her face. Instead, she walked to the old uncle Gen who was holding a few plates, and said softly, "I'll serve it. Your feet are not good. You can eat it in spring." It hurts when you arrive, so sit still."

These words fell into the ears of the four soldiers who stood up, it was really unpleasant.

They all knew that Dad Gen's feet were not good.

Dad's foot was wounded on the battlefield, and it hurts badly in spring and winter.

This time around, it was to give my father the special cold-dispelling medicinal wine in the army.

It's just that they cooked the noodles by themselves, and before they took a bite, they saw a juicy little girl suddenly burst into sight.

Alas, also misunderstood them.

Father Gen was surprised, how did girl Jane know that his feet were not good? In the village, but no one knows.

"It's okay, it's okay, you girl just take care of yourself." Father Gen naturally said that Ye Jian fell and passed out yesterday, but there were other people present to save the little girl's face, so he didn't say it.

Ye Jian pursed her lips, showing an unnatural smile, "An accident will bother uncle, uncles are worried."

Quickly put a few plates of sour and refreshing old altar sauerkraut on the wooden table, and skillfully took the sesame oil on the table and dripped it on, adding a spoonful of red chili oil, the taste is not only fragrant, but also the color is more fresh up.

The soy sauce bottle on the bed hadn't been screwed on, so Ye Jian smoothly screwed the lid on.

Few of the children in the village are pampered, children without fathers and mothers, let alone the capital to pamper them.

Uncle Gen saw the half-year-old girl, thin and frail, working swiftly but as if she had been working for more than ten years. Looking at it, he felt a little sad, and sighed softly: "Girl, it's not busy. After they finished eating, I'll clean it up myself."

"Little girl, take a break, we will do it by ourselves, we will do it by ourselves."

"Thank you, thank you, we'll do it ourselves."

A few elders even asked a little girl to wait on them. If the company commander found out, he would be scolded bloody.

The four of them were embarrassed to let a little girl rush up and down, and they stretched out their hands one by one to block them, and the chopsticks placed on the noodle bowl accidentally fell to the ground.

The nearest soldier reflexively wanted to pick it up, and a pair of long-fingered hands was one step ahead of him, and accurately grasped the dropped chopsticks in his own hands.

Ye Jian put the chopsticks back on the noodle bowl, with a slight smile on his slightly cool expression, "It's not dirty, don't need to wash it."

"Thank you." The younger soldier was even more embarrassed, and thanked him repeatedly.

With regular facial features, the soldier in his early thirties smiled at Ye Jian, and said heartily, "Young lady, you react fast enough. Why don't you sit up and eat a bowl of noodles together? The noodles don't even move, just take out a bowl."

"I've eaten, thank you." Ye Jian's smile was very shallow, but when she smiled, there was also a shallow smile in the corner of her eyes, which made her look extraordinarily comfortable.

When I first met her, I thought she was a very polite little girl.

Graciously refusing the invitation of this junior officer, Ye Jian turned around and whispered to Uncle Gen: "Grandpa Gen, I'll go to the house to discuss something with you..."

Before the word "thing" could be said, a black shadow rushed out like an arrow, the speed was so fast that the petals that fell on the ground were rolled up several centimeters high.

There were obviously other people, but the black shadow rushed straight in front of Ye Jian, so fast that even Uncle Gen didn't react.

Ye Jian didn't move because she couldn't move.

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