His Little Nanju

[Era + height difference + dad's boyfriend + military sweetheart] In the early 1980s, Shen Nanju, the most well-behaved girl in a Shanghai alley, had not dared to speak loudly for seventeen years. Until that northern man in military uniform blocked the alley, picked her up and weighed her in front of the entire alley. "It's too light, like a kitten." Everyone in the military region knew that Brigadier Huo was known as the living king of hell on the battlefield, decisive in killing and ruthless. But ever since that little southern girl joined the army, he has taken over the cooking stove. Every day, she stewed pork ribs and boiled chicken soup, pinned her down at the table and watched her finish the meal, counting her fingers to see if she had gained two ounces of fat today. Everyone in the military region was dumbfounded. Later, Shen Nanju nestled in his arms, counting the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and whispered: "Uncle Huo, you are old enough to be my father." He braided her hair with a cigarette in his mouth, his rough fingers clumsily twirled her hair, and his voice was muffled: "That's just right. I'll spoil you for the rest of my life."