Liang Jian: I have a canteen

The organizers of the cosplay event began tidying up the backstage area in preparation for the next performance.

Xu San and his group then moved to a grilled fish restaurant on the fifth floor to continue their journey.

Two plates of grilled fish and some side dishes make for a simple yet filling meal.

Restaurants in large shopping malls mostly serve pre-made dishes, so the food is served quickly. In about ten minutes, two plates of steaming hot grilled fish were brought to the table.

In addition, there are two bottles of 20-year-old Qinghua Fen.

"This wine is good." Xu San unscrewed the bottle and filled the other three people's glasses.

"It's fate that we met, everyone please make yourselves at home." Xu San picked up his wine glass and drank half of it in one gulp. "Please, help yourselves."

"Uncle, you seem to be a good drinker!" Lian Qingqing picked up her glass and took a small sip.

Xu San picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of fish, chewed it a couple of times, and felt that the taste was just so-so.

The fish was probably a pan-fried, semi-finished product, with some doughy bits that crumbled after a little chewing and had no fish flavor. As for the spicy flavor of the seasoning packet...

I added another bite of tofu and thought it was alright, at least it was fresh.

After finishing their meal, Xu San asked, "Xiaoxue, Qingqing, how did you two meet?"

“Our two families are old friends,” Tsunade said.

"Family ties? How so? One family are ninjas, the other a family of traditional Chinese martial arts masters. Shouldn't they be enemies?"

"The 91st Tsunade participated in your country's War of Resistance against Japan and collected some intelligence for the Eighth Route Army. It was during that time that she established a deep friendship with the Lian family."

The 91st generation, isn't she a little girl?

Xu San vaguely remembered that Huan Ji had said that around the age of ten in 41, she participated in the War of Resistance against Japan and provided intelligence to the Eighth Route Army. This was a bit strange. As if noticing Xu San's doubts, Tsunade explained, "Our clan has always been anti-war. At that time, we were ostracized and persecuted in our own country, and we were forced to go to China."

"By the way, what time is your bus this afternoon?" Lian Qingqing interjected.

"It's 3:58, almost 4 o'clock."

"What are the plans after you go to Ping An?"

"That's all. I just wanted to see what Ping'an County, which Commander Li attacked back then, was like."

"That's how it is. All the old houses have been demolished. There's nothing much to see except for a small museum. If you want to visit, I can arrange for you to see the tunnel warfare site in the neighboring county. It's a lot of fun there. I used to love playing hide-and-seek there when I was a kid. It's a pity that there are too many visitors now, so we can't play there anymore," Lian Qingqing said with a hint of regret.

"Is it authentic? Linxian County, I remember that the photo of the county brigade seems to have 'Linxian County' written on the back."

Memories of the past suddenly flooded back.

If Lian Qingqing's description of the tunnel is correct, it should still be the tunnel she designed herself.

Zhang Shouling, that tomb raider.

"By the way, uncle, you haven't introduced yourself yet? I only know your surname is Xu." Lian Qingqing held up her wine glass and waved it at Xu San.

Xu San clinked her wine glass against Lian Qingqing's. "My name is Xu San. I own a prop rental company in Hengdian." She then glanced at Hua Xueling beside her and said, "This beautiful lady is my accountant, Hua Xueling."

"My name is Lian Qingqing, and I'm a senior majoring in Chinese painting at Jinxi Academy of Fine Arts." After introducing herself, Lian Qingqing pointed to Tsunade beside her, "This is Himura Yukino, the 97th Tsunade of Japan, one of the legendary Sannin, and a second-year graduate student in mechanical engineering at Jinxi University."

"You two older sisters are really amazing. I only have a junior college degree."

"Even a college graduate is better than me. Don't let my major in traditional Chinese painting fool you; it's completely useless. It's a job that only takes a lot of money and no reward. After graduation, I'll go home, inherit the family fortune, and settle down as a landlady." (End of Chapter)