Chapter 91 - 0091: Wang Jiao’s Rebirth 3_1
Lu Jiang immediately displayed a proud smile on his face, radiant in its brilliance.
"My girl made it for me! This time when I went back home to visit, our engagement was set. When I return to the army, I’ll submit a marriage application. Once it’s approved, we’ll get married next year."
"Brother Lu, you’re indeed fortunate. Not everyone can be so lucky to marry a wife with such culinary skills."
With just that sentence, Lu Jiang had successfully made Zheng Bin green with envy. If his mother could even manage to cook food until it was edible, it would be a blessing for their family. Since his mother couldn’t cook, he had to learn after his grandmother died. He managed to cook food just enough to be edible, but far from the standards of his father who was from the army’s cook squad. Therefore, he particularly envied people who had mothers or wives who could cook.
Lu Jiang chuckled, well aware of Zheng Bin’s family situation. In the army, senior officers often teased Zheng about this situation, accusing him of failing in his masculine duties. But Zheng would retort that men and women were equal; there was no rule that a woman had to cook. Otherwise there wouldn’t be military cooking units.
After that, the train arrived at the station. People were getting on and off; not everyone had to endure the torture of a week or half a month long train ride.
Thus, Lu Jiang smartly took out different types of food to eat. Today he would eat one kind, and the next day he would switch to another. As passengers around him frequently changed, no one knew what he had eaten during his previous meal, and it didn’t draw attention to him.
However, Zheng Bin saw everything.
As soon as the can of malt essence was opened, the aroma from the fried small fish filled the air.
Unable to resist, Zheng Bin cheekily came over to eat two of the fried fish. However, he didn’t just freeload off Lu Jiang. During meal times, he would use his money and ration coupons to buy noodles, porridge, steamed buns, and black bread from the train’s kitchen. He bought meals for both himself and Lu Jiang, sometimes with chili sauce, sometimes just plain salted duck egg and fried fish. They ate so well that they couldn’t stop.