Refusing to be the cannon fodder of the times, bring home the most wild man

Political Commissar Wan felt it was hard to explain.

You have no idea what your daughter is like.

Political Commissar Wan couldn't hold it back in the end: "Your daughter took Xiaoya to Captain Qin's house for dinner yesterday, and she also talked a lot with Xiaoya..."

After listening to what the other party said, Jiang Qiufeng finally understood why he had been looking at him resentfully all day today.

However, Jiang Qiufeng did not feel that his daughter was wrong.

Jiang Qiufeng said confidently: "My family is like this. If it's housework, both men and women have to do it. Maybe Yaoyao sees it too much and thinks everyone is like this."

Jiang Qiufeng also knew it in his heart.

Not everyone gets along with his family in the same way. Many men directly act as the uncle when they arrive at home and let other people in the family serve him.

Jiang Qiufeng had no control over this matter, but that was the rule in their family.

Men should do housework and not leave everything to women.

And he doesn’t think that doing more housework will do anything.

However, Political Commissar Wan didn't think so.

He was very heartbroken now: "Because of your daughter, now my daughter also asks me to do this, and asked me to go back and cook for them today."

"Isn't this good?" Jiang Qiufeng smiled, "It is indeed very hard for gay men to work outside, but isn't it hard for lesbians at home? They also have hard work."

It’s not just men who have hard work. Women give birth to and raise children for men, do all kinds of things at home, and serve the elders. Isn’t this hard work?
Political Commissar Wan disagreed.

What's the point? Will they be tired from doing some housework?
Not only does he think so, almost all men in this era think so.

They all think, what’s wrong with women doing some housework? Even if they also have jobs and need to be busy, men think these things are what women should do.

Aren’t women always like this for hundreds of years?
Jiang Qiufeng had worked with him for several years and could see his thoughts at a glance.

However, he never thought about arguing with the other party.

Jiang Qiufeng just said: "Yaoyao is still young. Don't argue with children at this time."

Political Commissar Wan tried his best to smile: "How dare I argue with her? It's just that Yaoyao's mouth is too powerful. I can't speak to her. If she were as old as me, my position as political commissar should be Give it to her."

Jiang Qiufeng smiled and patted his shoulder: "It's all trivial, don't take it to heart. I'll talk to her about it when I get back."

As for whether Yaoyao would say that again in the future, Jiang Qiufeng couldn't guarantee it.

What did his daughter say wrong?

Jiang Qiufeng didn't take this matter to heart at all.

When Political Commissar Wan saw his appearance, he knew that what he said was in vain.

He could only sigh in his heart.

What else could he do?

You can't really argue with a child, right?

Political Commissar Wan could only go back to cooking.

This is just a small matter, and he will not have any conflict with Jiang Qiufeng because of this matter.

Usually when I go home, Commissar Wan's steps are relaxed and happy.

But today, his steps were particularly heavy.

Where had he cooked before? Never had.

When he was young, his mother was the one who cooked. When he got married, his wife would cook.

Either I go to the cafeteria to eat, and I never cook.

As for whether the food is delicious? Political Commissar Wan never cared, as long as he could eat it.

Therefore, even if Lu Xiuju's cooking was unpalatable, Political Commissar Wan still ate it day after day.

When Political Commissar Wan arrived home, everyone else had already arrived.

Lu Xiuju was sitting in the yard, holding green vegetables in her hands and folding leaves. When Xiaoya saw him coming, she immediately stopped writing and ran over.

Xiaoya took his hand and asked affectionately: "Dad, are you cooking today?"

Political Commissar Wan nodded with great difficulty.

He agreed to this himself.

Since everyone has agreed, it must be done.

As a man, Political Commissar Wan could not do such a thing.

Besides, he was also quite worried because one day Yaoyao said that Uncle Wan was too lazy and lacked consciousness.

If this got out, what would other people think of him?

No matter what, he had to do something, just enough to stop the little girl's mouth.

Xiaoya was very happy and full of expectations: "I have never eaten food cooked by my father before. This is the first time. It must be very delicious. It must be as delicious as Uncle Qin's."

Political Commissar Wan was even more upset.

Why is there a control group?

It was really his first time to cook. If it wasn't delicious, wouldn't Xiaoya think that Captain Qin was even more powerful?

That guy Qin Hexuan can clearly scare children and lesbians into tears. How come he has become so powerful in the eyes of his daughter?
Political Commissar Wan felt unconvinced.

It was his first time cooking. I don't know what Lu Xiuju was thinking. His two daughters were always very curious.

They put their homework aside and peeked inside from the kitchen door.

Political Commissar Wan had never cooked, so Lu Xiuju watched from the side and taught him how to knead the dough.

Kneading the dough is not difficult, and Political Commissar Wan got the hang of it in no time.

When he saw the dough forming in his hands, Political Commissar Wan was quite proud.

Cooking is not as difficult as you think.

The next step is to turn the dough into steamed buns.

The shape created by Political Commissar Wan is not pretty, but it is still the first time, so why are there such high requirements?

As long as you can see the shape, you don’t have to eat it in the end.

After putting the wowotou in the pot to steam, Political Commissar Wan turned to look at Lu Xiuju: "Daughter-in-law, is there anything else you need to do?"

"It's time to stir-fry, and there's also vegetable soup." Lu Xiuju said.

Political Commissar Wan nodded and immediately took back the half-processed vegetables.

These vegetables have not been washed yet and there is still sediment on them.

Political Commissar Wan simply washed it and twisted the green vegetables into two sections with his hands. There was no need to cut them. It was very simple.

Political Commissar Wan was full of self-confidence and said directly: "Daughter-in-law, you and your daughter can sit over there together. I will fry the dishes soon. I have to show my skills in front of you today."

Lu Xiuju looked at him, but didn't say anything, turned around and walked out of the room.

It is not difficult for Political Commissar Wan to light a fire. After all, being a soldier and going on a mission requires some skills.

After the pot was heated, Commissar Wan poured the green vegetables directly into it.

But at this moment, Political Commissar Wan slapped his forehead: "It's broken, the oil hasn't been put in yet."

He immediately squatted down to find oil.

There was not much left in the oil tank, and when it reached the bottom, Political Commissar Wan poured it down without thinking.

The green vegetables are soaked in oil and look pretty good.

(End of this chapter)