Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

I returned to Fuqin Road and readjusted my emotions.

Dinner's ready!

"Boss, two bowls of noodles, with meat, and fine noodles!"

"Okay!"

The not-so-large noodle shop was already packed, so Mo Zian and Han Dafu, whom they had just met, could only find a temporary table near the entrance to sit down.

Fortunately, the weather has warmed up, and the breeze at the beginning of the lunar month is quite pleasant.

Noodle shops are the most traditional street-facing kitchens, where you can see everything happening inside from the street. But the most recognizable sound is the sound of noodles being stretched and hitting the cutting board.

Bang, bang, bang...

If you're someone who loves noodles, just hearing that sound will whet your appetite. Unfortunately, Mo Zian is that kind of person.

Or perhaps Mo Zian simply enjoys eating, which makes Mo Zian a little strange—he didn't have this hobby in his past life.

However, Mo Zian didn't care. After all, it's an old saying that if someone isn't enthusiastic about eating, there's something wrong with their brain.

In the hands of the noodle master, a whole dough ball is transformed like magic, into strands of noodles as fine as hair, with a regular rhythm.

The stretched noodles are put into the pot in one go. Because the noodles are very thin, they are cooked after being gently stirred in the boiling water.

The steaming noodles lay quietly in the large bowl, greeted by the warm embrace of beef bone broth.

Add chopped green onions and other condiments, and a big bowl of pulled noodles is ready.

"Please enjoy your meal."

Dinner's ready!

Han Dafu ate with great relish, and it was clear that she was very hungry. Mo Zian noticed that she liked to stuff her mouth full when she ate, so it was always bulging.

It looks just like a hamster.

Watching a hamster across from me eat with relish makes my own bowl of noodles seem even more delicious.

Mo Zian went to the side and bought some meat skewers and snacks. The two of them ate and chatted.

"Dafu, are you saying you're a specially admitted student?"

While eating, Mo Zian asked curiously, "You really didn't go through the retest? I know a friend, who's also our classmate, whose father is a senior advisor in the Central Army Group. Even he can't get special treatment. What kind of conditions are required for special admission? Is he a descendant of a martyr?"

"Slurp... Ah~~ Um, I'm not a descendant of a loyal martyr, how could a descendant of a loyal martyr end up like me? But I can't help being awesome."

Seeing the disdainful yet puzzled look on Mo Zi'an's face, Han Dafu explained, "Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm a doctor, a good doctor!"

A doctor? If someone this age dares to call themselves a doctor, then that's really rare. There may be no shortage of good fighters in the capital's military academy, but there's a real shortage of someone who can both treat illnesses and fight.

"You're a doctor?" Mo Zian dropped his disdainful attitude and asked with some surprise, "Do you have a medical license? I heard that thing is extremely difficult to obtain!"

Han Dafu blinked: "I... don't have a medical license."

Mo Zian was startled: "Then you dare say you're a doctor? You're an unregistered person!"

"Stop yelling..."

Han Dafu first glanced around furtively, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he suddenly became defiant: "So what if I don't have a license! Let me tell you, there's no internal medicine or surgery I can't do. I've cured countless patients, I've even done gynecology!"

Han Dafu retorted, "If you don't believe me, go ask around in Tianhe Port. The Night God Temple, located in the northern suburbs of Tianhe Port, charges an annual fee for a medical license, okay? We're a temple, not a clinic!"

Mo Zian nodded blankly upon hearing this.

Considering her actions, the girl's words were still credible. After all, the military officer's ID couldn't be faked, and the temple probably charged very low fees, or even offered free medical services.

To put it bluntly, it's a place specifically for treating the poor.

This made Mo Zian feel a little more respect and goodwill towards him, which was perhaps one of the reasons why the other party was able to become a special admission student.

"I understand. I was disrespectful before. Military doctors are indeed highly sought after in the military."

Mo Zian's tone became slightly more serious, "But can you promise me one thing? You won't do this kind of petty theft again. No, you have to promise me!"

"What's up?"

Han Dafu held the bowl, somewhat puzzled. "This sudden formality is just something I call helping others, or at most, robbing the rich to help the poor."

"But we must also pay attention to the methods and approaches."

Mo Zian said seriously, "It doesn't matter that we are comrades-in-arms, but you and I are soldiers, and soldiers have discipline. You can't do whatever you want."

From the moment we receive this certificate and put on that uniform, our identities change. You carry not only a military rank on your shoulders, but also responsibility.

We are soldiers who defend our country, not chivalrous heroes who shout for justice when they see injustice. We…”

"Okay, alright..."

Han Dafu waved his hand impatiently, then blinked a few times and muttered, "Fine, I promise you I won't have to worry about food anymore."

After the two finished eating at the noodle shop, Han Dafu saw a vendor selling candied hawthorns by the roadside. The vendor rummaged through his pockets for a long time before finally finding some change and bought two skewers of candied hawthorns.

"Here, that's all I have in my pocket." A string of candied hawthorns was handed to Mo Zian. "I'll treat you later."

"Thanks."

Mo Zian readily accepted the candied hawthorn, then casually asked, "Hey, Dafu, are you settling in alright?"

"It doesn't matter, school starts in a couple of days anyway."

"How about this, you can stay at my house for the time being."

Mo Zian scratched his head and said without changing his expression, "I still have a spare room at my house. You see, we are comrades-in-arms and have such a good connection, so I should show you some hospitality."

While eating a candied hawthorn, Han Dafu stared at Mo Zian's face, his round cheeks puffing out. He suddenly said, "You have a really thick skin, kid."

"Tsk, are you going or not?"

"Hmm... Go ahead."

Mo Zian was overjoyed, but when he happily opened the car door, his whole body suddenly stiffened.

……

at this time.

Li Xinhuo stood alone at the gate of the capital's machinery bureau, a sudden breeze ruffling his slightly disheveled hair—

Where is my brother?

My brother is missing?

When Li Xinhuo saw Han Dafu in the back seat of the car, he understood everything—so you, the traitor of the Singles Alliance, went to find a girlfriend?

After introducing themselves, Mo Zian started the car and headed straight for the Shuofeng store, buying one or two roast chickens and two bottles of wine along the way.

On one hand, they welcomed Han Dafu, and on the other hand, they celebrated Li Xinhuo's successful onboarding, and he received three lotus flowers as soon as he joined.

Mo Zian roughly assessed the situation and concluded that the position was equivalent to a deputy section chief, which was quite high for a young person who had just started working. To be honest, Mo Zian thought that the Capital Machinery Bureau would most likely not miss out on Li Xinhuo, but he really didn't expect that the other party could get such a high starting position.

"No matter what, it's a cause for celebration."

As Mo Zian drove, he said, "A high starting point makes things easier. Perhaps joining the Capital Machinery Bureau is a good choice for you. However, there's always something fishy going on, so you have to be careful."

"You've hit the nail on the head, brother."

Li Xinhuo nodded and said, "Although there are many positions available for large-scale recruitment, the good positions are essentially one in a million, and countless eyes are eyeing them."

Although my mother is a senior consultant with a high rank, she doesn't have real power, and those people wouldn't go to such lengths to take care of me.

The bigger the hat on your head, the more unlucky you'll be if something goes wrong, and you might even have someone else take the fall for you... Oh well, there's always a way out. If things don't work out, I'll just come back.

At this moment, Li Xinhuo patted his stomach and said, "Hey, have you guys had lunch yet? How about we...?"

"Hiccup... Huh?"

Li Xinhuo glanced at Han Dafu in the back seat through the rearview mirror again.

"belch……"

"What's wrong, bro?"

"No, it's nothing... I'll buy one when we pass by the pancake stall later."

"OK."

……

Li Xinhuo reflected on the whole journey, wondering why he, already in his early twenties, hadn't even touched the tip of a girl's braid—

Especially since he was about to rush to the construction site, he really wouldn't be able to see a single girl's hair by then.

Sad.

Putting aside the gloomy Li Xinhuo, Gui Haishuo and his wife welcomed Han Dafu warmly, especially Gui Haishuo, who was from the same hometown as Han Dafu and reminisced about the people and things in Tianhe Port.

After the family enjoyed a sumptuous dinner together in the evening, Mo Zian went to the rooftop. The night breeze at Huoyue was very cool, making it a comfortable place to cultivate.

"Wow, this feels really comfortable."

Mo Zian was startled and turned his head to find that Han Dafu had somehow sat down next to him. He could only say that such uncanny movement was befitting of a special admissions student.

So far, among the people he has met, no more than one person can do this.

"Are you settled into your room?"

Mo Zian pulled two sugar cubes out of his pocket and handed one to the other person. "You can use the bathroom first, and let me know when you're done."

"What?"

Han Dafu popped the sugar cube into his mouth. "You'll be smelling me while you wash later, huh? Ugh—"

What kind of inappropriate and offensive language is this?

But Mo Zian knew that this issue could not be explained; the more he tried to explain, the worse it would become.

So Mo Zian shrugged: "Then I'll shower first, but be careful I don't use up all the hot water... Ah!"

Mo Zian clutched his lower back, staring at the other person in horror—why did this recipe and this action feel so familiar?

Han Dafu withdrew his finger, looked at the street swaying in the streetlights in front of him, and a complex expression appeared on his face.

"I didn't know you were an orphan too," Han Dafu said softly. "I never imagined you'd do so well."

"Perhaps it's just that I like to fight. Fate always likes to favor those who love to make trouble. When the enemy comes, I pull the trigger; when there are stones in my way, I kick them away."

Mo Zian savored the sweetness slowly melting in his mouth, then turned to look at the person beside him. "And you?"

"I?"

Han Dafu's eyes shifted through several emotions in an instant before finally settling into a calm expression. "Me..."