Time flies, it's already the end of the year (3)

  Tian San completely forgot how he ended up at Feng Fengzi's house, although his head still hurt and didn't feel like getting out of bed. But he even more didn't want to stay a moment longer on vacation, he naturally wanted to leave school as soon as possible, after all, he had already promised Yang Lin that he would be home in the afternoon!

  As a result, he walked into the living room and saw Feng Liping busy in the kitchen with an apron on. However, when Tian San approached, he saw that the kitchen was in disarray and couldn't help but hum softly, asking: "What are you doing? It's like a pigsty!"

  Tian San came over and didn't say anything good. Feng Liping was first frightened, then came to her senses and held up the pot shovel to drive Tian San out.

  "Hey, stop! What's burning?" Tian San, with a keen sense of smell, reminded Feng Liping, who suddenly remembered that she was still cooking porridge.

  As a result, both of them looked at the burnt and blackened rice porridge, Tian San was crying with laughter.

  "I guess you've never cooked before?" Tian San said, taking the spoon from Feng Liping's hand and stirring the rice pot twice. The porridge was completely unappetizing, and Tian San felt it would be a waste to throw away a whole pot of rice porridge.

  After messing around for half a day, Tian San tidied up the chaotic kitchen and took the apron from Feng Liping's waist, tying it around his own. He smiled.

  "Why don't you just buy your own breakfast? Do you still lack this little money?" Tian San asked Feng Liping while washing rice.

  "Cut, sister, I'm not short of money, but weren't you drunk and unconscious last night? Online it says that drinking some porridge in the morning is good, so I thought about making a bowl for you," said Feng Liping as she walked back into the kitchen to help Tian San with the small white vegetables.

  Tian San listened to Feng Liping's words, smiled and asked: "So I should thank you? But looking at you, it seems like you've never cooked before?"

  "It's almost that way," Feng Liping said, pursing her lips and sighing, "Since I was a child, my mother has always been the one cooking at home, and I followed my father to play with those soldiers in the barracks every day. Perhaps it was the environment that influenced me, and I slowly forgot that I should be a girl, putting more thought into being a soldier."

  As she spoke, Feng Liping gazed at Tian San with a bitter smile.

  After laughing, Feng Liping asked Tian San again: "You look quite skilled, it seems you like cooking?"

  "It's not all said that farm kids take charge early? During the busy farming season, Dad and Mom would work from dawn till dusk. Although I was mischievous, I was called to learn cooking at a young age and later came to like it!" Tian San said with a happy smile, but suddenly his mood turned gloomy again.

  It's been half a year since I last went home, and suddenly I remembered things from my childhood, remembering the serious face of my father. At this moment, everything has become so nostalgic. Unconsciously, tears fell from Tian San's eyes.

  "Hehe, let's not talk about that. Why don't you teach me how to cook instead?" Feng Liping said, looking at Tian San.

  Tian San looked at Feng Liping, who was very serious, and smiled, nodding in agreement. But he also joked: "You're not short of money, why do you want to cook for yourself?"

  Feng Liping didn't say anything and thought to herself: "Do I have to tell you that I want to learn how to cook for your sake?"

  But Tian San, who was busy and enjoying himself, forgot about going home and also forgot that there was a girl waiting anxiously for his return.

  After busying herself for more than half an hour, the fragrant and savory egg drop soup with lean pork was finally ready. Feng Liping jumped up excitedly like a little kid. On the dinner table, the steaming hot buns and fried dough sticks were also arranged neatly. Looking at these delicious dishes, Tian San's stomach growled in anticipation.

  Tian San stretched out his hand to grab a bun and take a bite, but was slapped hard on the back of his hand by Feng Liping with her chopsticks.

  "What's wrong! I've been busy all morning, and now you won't even let me eat?" Tian San looked at the back of his hand, a red mark.

  "Do you have a habit of washing your hands? You haven't even rinsed your mouth or washed your face, and yet you reek of alcohol. What's the point of eating with you?" With that, Feng Liping pushed Tian San into the bathroom and handed him new toothbrushes and towels. Standing outside the door, Feng Liping added, "While you're at it, take a shower before coming out!"

  Tian San looked up and saw that Feng Liping had even prepared her clothes, although it was just a set of physical training attire.

  After washing up, Tian San didn't wait for his hair to dry and hastily ran to the table to start eating. Looking at Tian San's eating posture of taking big bites of a half-eaten bun, Feng Liping couldn't help but laugh out loud.

  "What are you laughing at? I'm just eating like this. Hurry up and finish, I've washed the bowl and I'm going home!"

  Listening to Tian San wanting to go home, Feng Liping's heart suddenly felt empty again, and her smile slowly stiffened. But this was all just a pretence, it was impossible not to let Tian San go home, so she could only force a bitter smile and say: "Mm, then... wait a minute while I go buy you a set of clothes..."

  The two fell silent, Feng Liping lowered her head to drink porridge, occasionally raising her eyes to glance at Tian San.

  She didn't know how to express her feelings at this moment, and she always felt like she had intervened in a perfect love. However, she thought that Tian San was the first boy who made her heart skip a beat, and as a girl, she had given him her first kiss, so how could she easily let go?

  After finishing dinner, Tian San put away the bowls and chopsticks neatly, thanked Feng Lihong for her kindness, and took the school bus back to his dormitory.

  In the dormitory, Zhang Tianqi had also left school. Tian San packed up and was about to leave when he met Chen Meng. Seeing that none of the National Defense students had left, he pulled Chen Meng aside and asked: "Why haven't you guys left yet?"

  "Oh, that... we are still on standby at school, tomorrow afternoon there will be pre-holiday education, maybe we can go home then!" After saying that, Chen Meng hastily returned to the dormitory, he still had notifications to deliver to the new freshmen who were eager to return home.

  With a puzzled mind, Tian San went downstairs, and downstairs, Feng Liping drove a Jeep over at some point. Seeing Tian San, Feng Liping waved her hand to invite him to get in the car.

  As soon as they sat in the car, Feng Liping asked Tian San where he was going to buy tickets back home. Tian San didn't answer her question and instead asked: "University students... don't you guys have winter break?"

  "Ah! Why ask that?" Feng Liping thought to herself, wondering why Tian San was suddenly so concerned about Guo's affairs.

  "Just met Chen Meng, he said all national defense students are still on standby."

  "Oh, the senior students in the national defense class will go to the troops for pre-assignment training next semester, we are considering whether to let the freshmen go together."

  "Intensive training? Is it more bitter than the special training you gave me?" Tian San asked, looking at Feng Liping.

  At this moment, he still remembered the bet between him and Chen Meng. Moreover, when he heard that they were going to have a training session, he suddenly looked forward to such an experience. Tian San didn't know when he started to like this kind of troop life more and more. Before Feng Liping could answer, Tian San asked: "Can I go too?"

  Feng Liping listened, suddenly slammed on the brakes, and looked at Tian San in disbelief.

  "Let me go too! The competition between Chen Meng and me has not been decided yet!" Tian San looked at Feng Liping with certainty.

  Feng Liping furrowed her brow and asked Tian San: "Aren't you competing in exam scores? And just one subject, 'Military Theory'?"

  "Stop talking nonsense! Can I go or not?!"

  Kan Tian San suddenly gave himself a sharp look, while Feng Li Ping smiled and said: "Then I'll ask!" She called Zhao Zhi, but the reply was that it would require an application, and the outcome was not guaranteed.

  And in the end, Tian San missed his train home because of this. When Chen Meng and others boarded the military training car, he could only see them off, but Chen Meng made another bet with him.

  Tian San took out the military order from his helmet, which read: "If Chen Meng cannot take down the training flag, Tian San will win. At that time, Chen Meng will wash Tian San's socks for a month! If Tian San fails to complete the task of earning 1,000 yuan during the winter vacation, he will have to wash Chen Meng's socks for a month!" Looking at the military order, Tian San smiled.