That afternoon, the entire military compound was in an uproar.
The infamous “Living King of Hell,” Lu Si, had actually gotten married!
And the new bride had even pushed him back herself, carrying bags and bundles all the way home with a smile!
Lu Si held a high rank, so he lived in a row of red-brick single houses behind the family compound, each with a fairly large courtyard.
The moment Su Ci stepped inside, her eyes lit up.
Although the furniture was simple—just the standard wooden tables and chairs issued by the army—in the 1970s this was already considered a luxury house.
The cement floor was smooth and clean. The whitewashed walls were slightly dull but not peeling.
Most importantly—
There were only the two of them living here.
No nagging stepmother.
No scheming stepsister.
No 996 boss.
This was the taste of freedom!
“This is your room.” Lu Si pointed to the slightly smaller room on the east side. “Don’t bother me unless you have to.”
After saying that, he skillfully maneuvered his wheelchair into the master bedroom on the west side, looking both practiced and lonely, and slammed the door shut with a bang.
Su Ci shrugged, completely unconcerned.
Sleeping in separate rooms?
Perfect!
If she actually had to share a bed with this hormone-overflowing but bad-tempered tough guy, she might have to worry about him punching her in the middle of a nightmare.
Su Ci tossed her luggage aside and hummed cheerfully as she headed straight for the kitchen.
She had come here to slack off—but the prerequisite for slacking off was eating and drinking well.
This body was too thin. It urgently needed some oil and nourishment.
She opened the rice jar.
Full.
She opened the cupboard.
There was a jar of solidified pork lard. Hanging on the wall were a string of dried red chilies and a slab of smoked bacon weighing about a pound.
In the corner, there was even a basket of eggs!
“I’ve struck gold! I’ve struck gold!” Su Ci’s eyes sparkled, and she almost started drooling.
In her modern life, although she had been a corporate slave, she was also a veteran food blogger.
Looking at these natural, pollution-free ingredients made her culinary DNA awaken.
An hour later.
The sky was darkening, and the aroma of dinner drifted out from every household in the compound.
Lu Si sat alone in his dark room, listening to the clanging sounds coming from the kitchen outside. For some reason, it made him feel irritated.
He didn’t turn on the light. Darkness gave him a sense of security.
The phantom pain in his legs had started again—like thousands of ants gnawing inside his bones.
Just then, the door was kicked open.
Light, along with an overwhelming aroma, instantly invaded his territory.
“Dinner time!” Su Ci walked in carrying a large tray.
Lu Si frowned instinctively and barked, “I’m not hungry! Get out!”
Ever since his injury, he had eaten very little to avoid the embarrassment of needing the bathroom. His stomach had long passed the point of hunger.
“Not hungry?” Su Ci set the tray on the table. “This is smoked bacon. If you’re not eating, then I won’t hold back.”
Using the light coming in from the living room, Lu Si saw the dishes on the table.
A big bowl of crystal-clear white rice, each grain distinct.
A plate of stir-fried smoked bacon with garlic sprouts. The bacon was sliced paper-thin, curled and translucent after being fried, the fatty parts glowing amber. The garlic sprouts were bright green and glistening with oil.
There was also a bowl of steamed egg custard sprinkled with chopped scallions, soft as pudding.
Grrr—
An extremely loud stomach growl echoed awkwardly in the quiet room.
Lu Si’s pale face instantly flushed red as he gritted his teeth.
“Su. Ci.”
Su Ci had just picked up a slice of bacon and was about to eat it. Hearing him, she blinked innocently.
“I’m here, I’m here. I’m not deaf.”
She popped the bacon into her mouth and closed her eyes in bliss, letting out a deeply satisfied sigh.
“Mmm! So good! The way the fat bursts in your mouth… honestly, Commander Lu, if you don’t eat this, it’s basically disrespectful to the pig.”
She was eating with such enthusiasm.
Her cheeks were puffed out, and her lips glistened with oil, like a food-guarding little hamster.
Watching her, Lu Si’s Adam’s apple rolled uncontrollably.
The appetite that had been dead for so long was somehow awakened by this woman’s completely unrestrained way of eating.
“It’s inconvenient for me,” Lu Si forced out stiffly, trying to regain a bit of dignity.
“Oh, right. I forgot.” Su Ci slapped her forehead.
She pushed the bowl of egg custard toward him and stuffed a spoon into his hand.
“This egg custard is soft—you don’t even need to chew. Perfect for elderly people… I mean, for wounded soldiers. Are you going to eat it yourself, or do you want me to feed you?”
Her eyes clearly said: If you dare ask me to feed you, I’ll shove it up your nose.
Lu Si grabbed the spoon with a dark expression.
The moment the egg custard entered his mouth, the smooth, savory softness slid down his throat and into his stomach. Warmth spread instantly through his entire body.
Delicious.
Watching him eat awkwardly, Su Ci’s lips curved slightly.
As long as he was willing to eat, she had already secured half of this golden thigh.
This was Su Ci’s first rule for survival:
If you want to slack off and live well, first make sure the provider is well fed.