In October, the golden wind is refreshing, and the fragrance of red osmanthus is fragrant.

At one o'clock this afternoon, facing the bright golden sunlight, Xu Xinghe was discharged from the hospital.

Ling Changfeng had something to do, and it was still Qin Yuan and several other guards from the Marshal's Palace who came to pick him up.

Xu Xinghe was also used to Marshal Ling's busyness these days, and was not surprised by Qin Yuan's arrival.

I'm just looking forward to seeing you tonight.

Ling Changfeng said in the email that he would go back early today to give himself a "surprise".

And he also prepared a small surprise for Ling Changfeng.

I don't know if he will like it.

The adjutant who came to pick him up complained that Marshal Ling should give him a salary increase, took the luggage from Xu Xinghe thoughtfully, and personally helped him open the back seat door: "Get in the car, go home."

Marshal Ling's pure black car galloped above the sky rail, and two other military vehicles drove the way.

Xu Xinghe and Qin Yuan sat in front of the bar in the back seat of the car with excellent sound insulation. Xu Xinghe poured himself a glass of juice and asked Qin Yuan, "What would you like to drink? Are you so busy lately?"

Adjutant Qin shook his hand: "No thanks...Isn't this to make up for those two weeks of vacation, so the recent work should be brought forward earlier, and the delay should be postponed, and everything will be crowded together. But don't worry. , it will be over soon."

Xu Xinghe was slightly taken aback: "Two weeks off?"

"Honeymoon vacation." Qin Yuan said, "Oh, by the way, the vacation location can be chosen. Do you have any favorite place? Give me a few options, and I will help you arrange it."

Xu Xinghe: "..."

Seeing his expression, Qin Yuan was surprised: "You won't forget this, right? Otherwise, why do you think he's been working so hard all these days?"

Xu Xinghe looked at the sky. He really forgot about it!

Qin Yuan waved his hands and said, "It's alright, it's not a big problem. Anyway, Fangzhou has already asked you for leave. After Changfeng has been busy for a while, your body should be almost recovered. You will be in a certain place by then, you can always be there. The honeymoon can begin."

Xu Xinghe tangled: "...It's not the problem."

The problem is, the same problem

Ling Changfeng confessed to him.

This layer of relationship paper is now half-breakable between them, making this planned honeymoon trip a little bit different.

I haven't agreed with other people's confession, so I go on a honeymoon together, what is it?

In this way, it all seems to be implied and tacit.

He even suddenly appeared in his mind that indistinct rumor.

Spending two full weeks alone with Ling Changfeng?

Wouldn't there really be an "accident"?

Qin Yuan persuaded him: "You should use these two weeks of vacation to travel and relax, isn't it good?"

Xu Xinghe whispered: "I thought it was pretty good..."

Originally, he accepted it readily, and even looked forward to this trip. Because he always likes to play around, as Qin Yuan said, even if this holiday is not a honeymoon with Ling Changfeng, it is just a half-month paid vacation, it is a pretty good choice.

However, after the confession that night, he could no longer treat this nominal honeymoon vacation as a simple travel.

The so-called "simple travel" should be like when he travels with his classmates or colleagues, he has a separate bed, a space to be alone, the right to act alone, etc.

He and Ling Changfeng said that they were simply going on a trip, so what about deceiving ghosts?

Will they live in separate rooms?

Not only do they not divide the bed, they certainly won't even divide the bed!

Thinking of this, Xu Xinghe already had a picture of him and Ling Changfeng covering the quilt together and chatting awkwardly.

In the past, they shared a bed, so to speak, it was for the monitoring of the main brain system.

Now that have confessed, still have a bed...

Inappropriate, really inappropriate.

Looking at Xu Xinghe's tangled expression, Qin Yuan slowed down and asked, "Do you have any concerns?"

Xu Xinghe: "..."

There are so many worries.

He took a sip of juice, raised his eyes and asked Qin Yuan, "You said, can two people live in separate rooms when they are traveling?"

This time, it was Qin Yuan's turn to be speechless.

The almighty adjutant was silent for a while, then tentatively said: "This... you should either go and discuss with Changfeng directly? The two of you will unify your opinions and then tell me the result."

Xu Xinghe: "..."

He didn't want to discuss this issue with Marshal Ling at all. No matter how the discussion was, it would be a pit, and he might even be turned against the generals.

Qin Yuan saw his concerns and reassured: "Don't worry, if you really don't want the two of you to sleep in the same room, you can tell him directly, he will definitely listen to you."

Xu Xinghe remained silent.

It's weird to take the initiative to mention this kind of thing.

While the two were chatting, the car had already reached its destination.

The tall black military vehicle slowly landed on the apron of the Marshal's Mansion, Qin Yuan patted Xu Xinghe on the shoulder and said, "Forget it, the time and place are uncertain, why did you start thinking about whether to divide the bed or not? Don't think about this, the car must have a way to the front of the mountain, we might as well think about what to eat tonight."

After a pause, he smiled at him again: "Welcome home."

When he entered the Marshal's Mansion, the steward He Han had been waiting at the door for a long time.

The orderlies in the house even held a line to welcome him, with fireworks and paintballs, cakes and champagne, and some people cheering, which made Xu Xinghe a little flattered.

Xiao Qi was put on a princess dress and squatted at the door obediently, wagging her tail and waiting for her master to return with the orderlies.

Aaron stayed by its side, quietly using his long tail to hook up Xiao Qi's plush tail, and then gently arched it with the tip of his nose.

Xu Xinghe complained half-jokingly that Xiao Qi didn't think about himself at all, but it wasn't the case.

The moment the blue-eyed Brador cat saw its owner, it spread out its short legs and pounced on it, not even caring about the little boyfriend beside him.

Xu Xinghe caught his baby Qi, only to feel that a fluffy ball of meat was hit in his arms, he couldn't help but "tsk tsk" twice, and looked down at Xiao Qi: "Why are you still gaining weight? It seems that I had a good time without me?"

Xiao Qi opened her innocent sapphire blue eyes, turned over in her master's arms, revealing her soft belly, and then made a contented purr.

The warm afternoon sun filtered through the open door and spilled into the interior.

It fell on Xu Xinghe, coating his whole body with a layer of golden light.

Xu Xinghe raised his head and looked at the familiar faces around him, his heart suddenly warmed.

From the moment he stepped into this door, he felt a little relief and peace of mind for no reason.

This subtle feeling made him have to admit that the Marshal's Mansion does feel a bit like home now.

Xu Xinghe stood in the confetti filled with fireworks and smiled at everyone: "Thank you everyone, I'm back."

He put down the cat and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, I'll cook tonight. What do you want to eat? I'll cook more for dinner, let's eat together."

After speaking, he turned to Qin Yuan and said, "Are you busy? If you are not busy, let's stay and eat together."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words came out, the cheering stopped abruptly.

He Han was stunned for a moment, and his expression became a little strange: "Thank you, but..."

He thought for a while, and felt that there was no need to hide this matter, and he couldn't hide it: "The marshal is in the kitchen now, and he said that he will be in charge of tonight's dinner."

"..."

Xu Xinghe was shocked, and Qin Yuan by the side was also shocked.

"Huh? What?" The adjutant's mouth opened into an "O" shape, as if he had suddenly lost his organizational language ability, and after a while, he asked shiveringly, "Yuan, the marshal is in the kitchen now. ?!"

He Han nodded and said embarrassedly, "Yes."

Qin Yuan swallowed.

After a moment of sluggishness, he suddenly became happy.

He recovered from the shock and returned to his usual laughing attitude. While sighing in his heart that the changes that love has brought to people is really great, he tilted his head and smiled at Xu Xinghe: "Go! Let's go to the kitchen to see our dear Lord Marshal."

Xu Xinghe was also petrified on the spot, unable to speak for a long time.

The impact of Marshal Ling's cooking on him was second, and more importantly, he suddenly thought of what Ling Changfeng said that night - "I can learn things you are interested in in the future. You Interested topics, I will try to understand."

At the time, he thought Ling Changfeng was just talking casually, but he didn't expect him to be serious.

Xu Xinghe and Qin Yuan were walking on the tiles in the promenade together, feeling a little nervous.

Qin Yuan was there to watch the fun, but he wasn't.

He didn't even know what he was here for.

Anyway, when he came back to his senses, the person had already crossed the corridor and came to the door of the kitchen.

Ling Changfeng was actually cooking.

But there was no chaos in the kitchen as everyone imagined.

Marshal Ling was standing in the center of the spacious kitchen wearing a home white shirt, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he was holding a tablet and studying it carefully.

As he checked the recipe, he directed several housekeeping robots to work in the kitchen.

Xu Xinghe laughed, he really thought that Ling Changfeng planned to do it himself and learn how to cook fried rice.

But now that's fine. Marshal Ling is probably born to be the commander's life. Even in the kitchen, he commands a group of kitchen and bathroom robots in an orderly manner.

The food in the pot looks the same, it's just...

Xu Xinghe sniffed the air, and always felt that the food smelled a bit strange.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Ling Changfeng moved his ears slightly and turned his head.

A hint of surprise flashed across the eyes.

He raised his hand and glanced at the time: "Didn't you say you'll be back at three o'clock?"

Xu Xinghe smiled and raised his eyebrows slightly: "This is what you said in the email, the 'surprise' you wanted to prepare for me?"

Ling Changfeng tidied up his shirt and nodded lightly, "Yeah."

This ability to pose is unparalleled, or perhaps he is naturally so, as if he is not born with embarrassment, so he can always maintain a calm appearance.

Xu Xinghe walked into the kitchen and came to the electric stove. He seemed to show great interest in Marshal Ling's cooking skills: "Is this fish soup cooked? Is it ready to drink?"

Marshal Ling glanced at the set time, nodded and said, "It's okay to drink, but it may taste a little astringent now, and it will be better after a while."

"It's okay, I'll try it first." Xu Xinghe said, picked up the small spoon on the side, scooped a spoonful of soup from the pot, and blew twice.

Then, under Ling Changfeng's unblinking gaze, he poured the soup into his mouth.

Xu Xinghe: "..."

He maintained the action of holding the spoon, and his facial muscles suddenly became a little stiff.

Qin Yuan asked curiously: "What? It's so delicious that you're stunned?"

Xu Xinghe turned his head and gave him a dry wink.

Seeing that Qin Yuan was more curious, he stepped forward in three or two steps and picked up the spoon: "I'll try it too!"

He put a bit of the fish soup in a bowl and swallowed it.

The next moment, he suddenly coughed violently.

"Cough-cough-cough-cough!"

Qin Yuanzhi was so choked that tears were about to come out, and he looked at his elders sadly, "No, your fish soup—cough, cough—why is it sour??"

Adjutant Qin, who has been a classmate with Marshal Ling for many years, has always been outspoken in some aspects, and has never bought from the elders.

For example, at this moment, if he hadn't been so choked that he couldn't say a complete sentence, he would definitely use a long speech to criticize the weirdness and unpalatability of this fish soup.

How can a pot of fish soup that looks so normal be so unpalatable? ?

When Ling Changfeng heard the words, Jianmei frowned slightly.

He instructed the kitchen and bathroom robot to make it strictly according to the recipe, and it stands to reason that the taste will not be wrong.

He turned his attention to Xu Xinghe and wanted to ask for proof.

The latter swallowed the fish soup with difficulty, and said euphemistically, "Did you read the recipe wrong?"

So Marshal Ling also came over, scooped a spoonful of fish soup from the pot, and drank it...

Immediately, the frown deepened.

There was a hint of confusion in Yitong's eyes: "How could this happen?"

Seeing this, Qin Yuan burst out laughing.

He hadn't seen such a confused expression on Ling Changfeng's face for a long time.

He understands that this is probably because in Chief Ling's world, one is always one and two is two. Once the plan is executed as expected, the expected results will be achieved.

So at this moment, their omnipotent Marshal Ling really didn't understand why the soup he cooked according to the recipe step by step would have the opposite taste from what he imagined.

Fortunately, Marshal Ling didn't make trouble unreasonably to the point of turning black and white.

He sighed slightly in his heart and said to Xu Xinghe, "It's not delicious, don't eat it."

Saying that, he lowered his eyes slightly.

Xu Xinghe took a closer look and found that Ling Changfeng's eyelashes were actually very long.

At this moment, the long eyelashes covered slightly, covering the originally sharp eyes.

He couldn't see his eyes, but he could sense his emotions.

So a nondescript metaphor suddenly appeared in Xu Xinghe's mind——

If Marshal Ling was a cat, it would probably have a straight face at the moment, kicking its paws in the corner, and slapping the ground with its tail unhappily...

Thinking of this, Xu Xinghe raised the corner of his mouth and laughed silently.

He rolled up his sleeves very calmly, turned his head and asked Ling Changfeng, "What did you want to do for dinner?"

Marshal Ling pursed his lips and answered truthfully: "Yam porridge, fish soup, Hericium erinaceus stewed chicken... They are all simple dishes, but they are good for the stomach."

Xu Xinghe thought for a while: "I seem to be able to do these things too."

Ling Changfeng was slightly startled and looked up at him.

Xu Xinghe had already walked straight to the pool and started to clean his hands: "Isn't this yam all cut? It can't be wasted."

Then he turned his head and smiled at Ling Changfeng: "I'll come for dinner, can you help me?"

Marshal Ling nodded, and happily stepped forward to help.

The sun shines through the glass skylight and evenly sprinkles the golden glow on the two of them.

A room full of warmth.

"Please pass me the sea salt... No, I said the second grid on the left, the one you took is refined salt..."

"Why are there sweet potatoes and millets?"

"It is also used to cook porridge, and it is said to nourish the stomach."

"...My stomach is not so fragile."

"Do you want sweet porridge or salty porridge?"

"It will be all right."

"That one sweet porridge, one salty porridge?"

"Listen to you."

Qin Yuan stood at the door of the kitchen, feeling a little redundant.

Moreover, the two masters of the Marshal's Mansion were busy in the kitchen, so he was not too embarrassed to stick here like a stick and enjoy it.

So he asked politely and politely: "How about... I'll help you too?"

As soon as the words fell, the two busy people turned around at the same time.

Xu Xinghe blinked in surprise, as if asking, "Why are you still here?"

Ling Changfeng glanced at him indifferently, as if to say, "Why don't you get out."

Qin Yuan: "..."

He swallowed: "Then I'll go?"

Only then did Marshal Ling nodded with satisfaction, and told him: "Don't get close to Aaron, it will scratch you. Don't try to touch Xiao Qi, Aaron will scratch you."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and continued to help Xu Xinghe.

Qin Yuan was full of question marks behind him: "Then what am I doing??"

Marshal Ling didn't look back, but there was still some disgust in his voice: "Go upstairs for tea."

Disgusted Adjutant Qin: "..."

He turned and went upstairs in anger.

Can't stay in this home!