Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 53: Special Meals Just for Her!

"It’s over, my brother really set the kitchen on fire."

Gu Lan pinched her nose, looking devastated.

The burning smell in the room was getting stronger, making people want to cough.

Lin Wan Yi also furrowed her brow, just about to say something.

"Bang——!"

The door of the hospital room was pushed open from the outside with such force it seemed like it would break the door down.

Gu Lan was startled, thinking her big brother had blown up the kitchen and ran back.

But appearing in the doorway was the Commander’s wife, Wang Xiu’e.

Behind her were Sister Zhou from the Political Commissioner’s family, and about seven or eight military wives including Sister in law Xiao Liu, each carrying bags and baskets, looking formidable, like an army of determined warrior women.

Wang Xiu’e charged forward, her gaze sharp, immediately locking onto the pale-faced Lin Wan Yi on the hospital bed.

"Oh my goodness! Her face is as white as paper!"

Wang Xiu’e inhaled sharply, her heart aching, and rushed to the bedside in just a few steps.

The military wives she brought quickly spread out, busily arranging the items they brought on the table.

"Sister, these are eggs from my hens!"

"This is brown sugar I got from my family!"

"Wanwan, I brought you some pickled radish I made myself, to whet your appetite!"

The small hospital room was instantly filled with the aroma of various foods and the sounds of chatter.

Wang Xiu’e caught sight of the half-eaten pack of sour plums on the bedside table, her eyes turning red.

She picked up the pack of plums, as if holding a medal of honor, and turned to everyone, her voice choked with emotion.

"Look at this! Look at it!"

"For just a bite to eat, that kid Yanshen almost traded the second-class merit he risked his life for!"

"Is this how the cherished darlings of our military region should suffer?"

Upon hearing this, the looks towards Lin Wan Yi from all the military wives changed; they weren’t just looking at an ordinary pregnant woman, but at the spouse of a hero who needed to be revered.

Gu Lan opened her mouth, wanting to explain it’s not that exaggerated, but facing such a scene, she couldn’t utter a word.

At this moment, footsteps sounded at the door.

Gu Yanshen had returned.

The noise in the room instantly ceased at his appearance.

The tall figure of the man stood at the door, the collar of his military uniform unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with traces of water stains on the exposed arms.

On his usually stern face, a clear smudge of black and gray marked the left cheek.

Most attention-grabbing was the item in his hands.

An enamel bowl, containing a bowl of ... something.

That stuff was black, sticky, with odd lumps scattered throughout, emitting a strong, complex smell of burnt rice mingled with fragrance.

In the hospital room, you could hear a pin drop.

Gu Yanshen looked at the room full of people, and was also stunned.

"Pfft..."

Someone couldn’t hold back and let out a light laugh.

Sister Zhou covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking non-stop.

Sister in law Xiao Liu even laughed out loud.

A group of military wives looked at the usually stern Mr. Gu, now in such a messy and comical state, and couldn’t hold back their laughter.

Gu Yanshen’s face visibly changed color, from white to red, and then from red to black.

He stood there holding that bowl of "Deadly Porridge," unable to advance or retreat.

Lin Wan Yi looked at him, feeling both amused and heartbroken, wishing to speak up to save him from embarrassment.

However, Wang Xiu’e stood up at this moment.

She strode to Gu Yanshen, an unprecedented serious look on her face.

The laughter in the room stopped.

Everyone thought Wang Xiu’e was about to scold the commander for making such a mess in the kitchen.

Gu Yanshen also tightened his lips, bracing himself for the wrath of the Commander’s wife.

But Wang Xiu’e said nothing. She directly took that black stuff from Gu Yanshen’s hands.

She picked up the spoon from the table and, under everyone’s stunned gaze, scooped a bit and put it in her mouth without changing her expression.

She savored it carefully and then, tears unexpectedly fell.

"Good... good kid..."

Wang Xiu’e raised her head, looking at the bewildered Gu Yanshen, her voice filled with deep emotion and approval.

"This intention is better than any delicacy!"

She turned around, raising that bowl of porridge, announcing loudly to all the military wives.

"Did you all see? A commander who gives unyielding orders on the training ground, a man who’s never touched a stove, turned himself into this for his wife’s warm meal!"

"This! Is what a man is! This is the responsibility of our soldiers!"

Her words rang out, leaving no one in the room unmoved, and they looked at Gu Yanshen with admiration.

Gu Yanshen himself was bewildered. He looked at Wang Xiu’e, then at Lin Wan Yi, completely not expecting this turn of events.

"Nonsense! What are you all doing gathered here? Think this is a tea party?"

A strong voice shouted from the door.

Everyone turned to see the Commander and Political Commissioner Chen standing at the door with stern faces.

Wang Xiu’e, seeing her husband had arrived, gained more confidence, and she approached with the bowl of porridge.

"Listen to yourself! Look at your soldiers!"

She thrust the bowl toward the Commander.

"Yanshen, just to find something sour for Wanwan, couldn’t manage and wanted to trade his military honors for it!"

"Now, just so Wanwan can have some porridge, he almost set the hospital kitchen on fire!"

"As a commander, you just send him to risk his life on the battlefield, but do you care if his wife eats well or not?"

Wang Xiu’e’s barrage left the Commander momentarily speechless.

The Commander glanced at the black stuff in the bowl, then at his soldier’s grimy appearance, and at the frail Lin Wan Yi on the hospital bed.

His dignified, square-jawed face suddenly lost its anger, replaced by an expression of helpless amusement.

"Hahaha... good boy!"

The Commander suddenly burst into hearty laughter, walked over to Gu Yanshen and slapped him on the shoulder, almost making him stagger.

"At least you’ve got heart!"

After laughing, he straightened his face and gave Political Commissioner Chen a command that brooked no objection.

"Old Chen, make a note!"

"Starting tomorrow, the logistics department will set up a special little kitchen for Comrade Lin Wan Yi!"

The Commander’s voice boomed throughout the hospital room.

"From the cooking team, transfer Old Zhang, the one best at making Southern dishes, over there!"

"From today on, ensuring the nutrition of our military region’s treasure is the headquarters’ top priority!"

"This is an order!"

In the hospital room, there was dead silence.

Wang Xiu’e looked at her husband, feeling for the first time that his commanding presence was quite pleasing.

The Commander glanced around, seemingly feeling that just setting up a special kitchen wasn’t enough.

His gaze fell on Political Commissioner Chen, and another commanding order was given.

"Old Chen, why are you still standing there!"

"Go immediately, bring Dean Wu over here!"

"Now, right now, immediately! Have him bring the best equipment, and conduct the most comprehensive and thorough check-up!"