Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 110: Delivering Meals to the Military Base

Chapter 110: Delivering Meals to the Military Base

Song Shimu woke up unusually early, humming a tune as she busied herself in the kitchen. A floral apron hugged her perfect figure, her hair casually pinned back with a stray strand framing her face, adding a touch of gentleness.

She scooped a spoonful of soup, blew on it gently, and took a sip. Finding the flavor satisfactory, she called out, Aunt Zhao, could you taste this for me? Is the pork rib soup well-marinated?

Aunt Zhao approached with a beaming smile. The broth in the pot was rich and thick, the ribs beautifully shaped, accompanied by shiitake mushrooms, corn, and a hint of Chinese herbs. Madam, your skills are improving wonderfully! This rib soup rivals even my own.

You’re too kind, Aunt Zhao. I still have a long way to go to match your expertise.

If Aunt Zhao approved, it must be good. Song Shimu took out lunch boxes and began packing the food.

Mom, are you bringing lunch to Dad? Lu Yike suddenly popped his head in.

Yes!

With the military district competition approaching, Lu Zhijin had been returning home late these past few days and had even missed lunch yesterday. Thus, Song Shimu decided to deliver a meal to him today.

I knew it! Mom only cooks to bring food to Dad. Hmph! Lu Yike pouted, his cheeks puffing up in jealousy.

Song Shimu found the little one’s antics utterly adorable and couldn’t resist ruffling his curly hair. That’s not true! Last time for your birthday, I baked your cake myself!

Lu Yike recalled the slightly misshapen Pikachu cake but, remembering it was made with love, merely pursed his lips without another word.

Song Shimu drove to Lu Zhijin’s training site. The guards recognized her and opened the gate. An attendant escorted her to a break room before notifying Lu Zhijin, who soon arrived in his combat uniform.

Dressed in a dark tactical shirt, a bulletproof vest strapped to his chest, and sturdy combat boots, he cut a tall and dashing figure. His stern expression softened the moment he saw Song Shimu, the wrinkles on his brow smoothing out as warmth filled his eyes.

What brings this surprise visit?

I was afraid you’d skip another meal!

Song Shimu unpacked the dishes one by one—three courses and a soup, each container filled to the brim with food she had prepared since dawn.

Such a feast! My wife is truly the best.

Lu Zhijin removed his bulletproof vest and heavy gear, instantly feeling lighter. Is the training that intense? Song Shimu asked, her heart aching at the sight of his leaner frame.

We’re fighting for the entire military district’s honor. This is no joke.

A smirk played on Lu Zhijin’s lips as he heartily devoured the meal his wife had made. From initially mistaking sugar for salt to undercooking dishes, Song Shimu had come a long way—now crafting meals that were a feast for the eyes and palate.

When is the competition?

Next week.

No wonder the training had been so rigorous lately.

After the meal, Lu Zhijin gave Song Shimu a tour. Their drills mainly took place in an abandoned building. Outside stood a team of elites selected from various companies, all clad in identical black combat suits and helmets, revealing only their sharp, focused eyes.

The Colonel’s wife is here! someone in the ranks teased. They had grown familiar with Song Shimu and always playfully ribbed her during her visits.

Colonel Lu, why not show off some skills for your wife?!

Show us what you’ve got!

Come on, Colonel, give us a demonstration!

These soldiers, usually bound by strict discipline and monotonous routines in the army, would swarm into boisterous excitement whenever they stumbled upon anything amusing.

Song Shimu flushed red from their teasing. Lu Zhijin naturally took her hand, placed his other hand on his hip, and looked at the crowd of onlookers with unwavering confidence, his tone lazy.

You’ve been complaining about the intense training, haven’t you? Today, I’ll show you what real skill looks like!

Fall in!

Lu Zhijin’s expression suddenly turned stern, his eyes resolute and serious. The soldiers, who had been laughing and joking moments before, instantly snapped into focus and lined up promptly.

Next, we’ll conduct a special drill. All of you will play the role of criminals, and I’ll be the sole rescuer of the hostage.

The soldiers stared blankly at Lu Zhijin’s arrangement, exchanging uncertain glances before one tentatively asked, Colonel, are you serious?

They were all elite soldiers from various companies, veterans of brutal battles against ruthless criminals on real battlefields, having brushed shoulders with death time and again. Was the colonel really planning to take them all on alone?

Haven’t you been holding grudges over the usual training? This is your chance to get even—if you have what it takes!

Lu Zhijin’s gaze remained calm, his expression unchanged, exuding an air of complete confidence.

He turned around, his eyes softening instantly as he curled his lips into a roguishly handsome smile, his voice gentle.

So, how about it? Will you be the hostage I rescue, darling?

Song Shimu nodded. Wasn’t this just like an immersive murder mystery game?

Her heart raced wildly—how could her husband be so incredibly cool!

But fearing Song Shimu might get hurt, Lu Zhijin found her a smaller-sized uniform to wear and issued a stern warning to the criminals.

Be gentle with my wife. If she gets so much as a scratch, you’ll answer to me!

Don’t worry, Colonel. The only one we’re aiming for is you!

Everyone burst into laughter.

Don’t be afraid. I’ll come rescue you soon.

Lu Zhijin gently caressed Song Shimu’s cheek, speaking earnestly.

The young soldiers cheerfully escorted Song Shimu to the hiding spot, their eyes gleaming with anticipation, rubbing their hands in eager excitement, just waiting to see Lu Zhijin make a fool of himself!