Qin Jian's mouth curled up, and he turned to usher both of them in, "Have a seat anywhere! I'll make some tea."
"No need to busy yourself," Li Zecheng quickly stopped him, "We just came to see you. We'll say a few words and then leave."
"Alright." Qin Jian also sat down. To be honest, leaving the Northwest Military Region didn't feel good; after all, he had lived and fought there, and to say he didn't feel a sense of attachment would be a lie.
"By the way," Yang Dahe took out a piece of paper from his own pocket and handed it to Qin Jian, "This is from Sister Chunhua for your sister-in-law. An Hao mentioned before that she wanted to learn how to pickle sauerkraut from my wife, but she never got around to it. This time she asked me to bring the recipe to An Hao."
