Chapter 237

Achoo!

Uncle Wang rubbed his nose; this was the second big sneeze he'd had that day.

Wang, who was twisting straw ropes nearby, looked at him with some concern: "Old man, have you caught a cold? It's getting chilly, wear more clothes. Otherwise, the girls won't worry about your health when they're not around."

"Oh, I'll save it."

Uncle Wang wrapped his clothes tighter around himself and carefully placed the beer bottles in glass bottles into a wooden box lined with straw.

Their tent was located at the very back of the military camp. Although Renle had invited them over, ostensibly they were there to make kebabs.

In reality, they simply marinated the meat and then handed it all over to the camp's cooks. They themselves remained inside their tents, guarded by two burly soldiers at the entrance. Their daily tasks consisted mainly of helping Ren Le and his men maintain the beer.

After all, only they know how to preserve these things, and these bottles are all sealed, so they are not easy to tamper with.

So, Aunt Wang and Uncle Wang's daily routine consisted of weaving straw and counting beer.

"Old man, when do you think we can go home..."

Aunt Wang sighed, but continued working.

"I don't know either, but... the girl told us not to worry, that princess shouldn't attack us right now."

"Sigh... Even though that's what I say, I still feel so uneasy..."

Aunt Wang rubbed her chest. She didn't know what was wrong with her today. She had felt uneasy since morning. She had never felt this way before. She couldn't explain why.

"Hey, don't think like that. The girl will find a way to get us out of here."

"That's true."

Aunt Wang was an easygoing person, and after a few words from Uncle Wang, she immediately forgot about her discomfort.

Although they are currently under strict surveillance, Renle has not neglected their food and drink.

The couple were even able to think optimistically that this was much better than when they were fleeing for their lives.

"The Wang family! The Wang family!"

Someone seemed to be calling them from outside the tent. Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang were both startled and dared not answer the calls. After all, this was Princess Renle's tent, and anyone who dared to call them so loudly must not be an ordinary person.

Thinking of this, the couple quickly put down what they were holding and tentatively looked out through the crack at the door of the tent.

"Hey! Who are you?!"

The guard at the door seemed not to recognize the newcomer and stopped him. After looking him up and down several times, his gaze settled on the man's somewhat dirty apron.

"People here can't be approached casually! Judging from your appearance, you must be the cook from the front, right? What are you doing here?"

The person was backlit, so Uncle Wang and the others couldn't see their face clearly through the crack in the door.

But the voice had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Hai, brother, you have a good eye. I am indeed the cook at the front. His Highness is missing the Wang couple's cooking skills and asked me to call them to the front to roast meat!"

"Barbecue?"

The soldiers at the gate exchanged glances, and then the one who spoke up had a strange tone: "I remember a while ago, didn't we have the couple marinate some meat and send it to the front? Why are you asking for people to make barbecue now?"

"Hai! Don't even mention it! Those guys up ahead are all blockheads! The meat they roasted was either burnt or blackened by the fire! It's inedible! They only thought of calling for help because they had no other choice! His Highness is throwing a tantrum up ahead right now. If you two don't believe me, go and see for yourselves."

No one would be foolish enough to go and see Princess Inra in a fit of rage. After all, Princess Inra's cruelty was notorious; if you were to offend her, she might tear you apart, dismember you, or even rip you out of your body.

“No, that won’t be necessary. But, brother, since you’re on His Highness’s side, do you have His Highness’s token? You know, we’re just two gatekeepers here… Hehe, don’t make things difficult for me.”

"Hai, look at what you're saying, brother! We're all family! How could I make things difficult for you? Look, isn't this His Highness's token? We're all people who follow the rules."

Uncle Wang watched as the man pulled something out of his pocket and waved it at the two soldiers at the door. The two soldiers immediately stepped aside, their faces beaming with obsequious smiles.

"Hey! It really is! Well then, brother, you can take them with you!"

"Alright!"

The man put away what he was holding and walked towards the tent.

Uncle Wang was startled and hurriedly pulled Aunt Wang back to the wooden box.

When the curtain was lifted, the two of them were still in the same position as at the beginning.

"Hey, Wang family, what are you still doing? Hurry up and come with me to the front to grill some meat!"

"Barbecue?"

Uncle Wang didn't even look up, but let out a long sigh and said, "All the meat for today has been sent to the front, so there's no more marinated meat left."

"You don't need to worry about that. The cooks up ahead haven't used up all your meat! Let's go, let's go! If we keep His Highness waiting, someone else will lose their head soon."

"Look at what you're saying! We only have ordinary food back home, how come you can't even get to eat it here..."

Aunt Wang paused halfway through her sentence, and the straw she had been loosely weaving suddenly tightened in her hand.

Uncle Wang raised his head with some suspicion, but when his gaze fell on the face of the person in front of him, he was instantly choked up, his eyes widening as if he had seen something incredible.

The newcomer silently observed the two people's reactions, a cold smile flashing in his eyes.

However, he didn't show it on his face. He took two steps forward, his expression revealing a hint of confusion and bewilderment: "What's going on? Come on, there are people waiting ahead!"

"You...you..."

Aunt Wang stretched out her hand and pointed at the person in front of her. Uncle Wang lowered his eyes and stepped forward to block her finger.

"She looks somewhat like our son, doesn't she?"

Uncle Wang's words calmed Aunt Wang down. The cook in front of her was slightly taken aback and scratched his head.

"Huh? Wang, uh. From the Wang family, you, who do you think I look like?"

Uncle Wang took two steps forward and reached out his hand, as if he wanted to pat him on the shoulder. But then he seemed to remember something, and withdrew his hand, his eyes reddening slightly.

"Like my son, Acheng. Alas, what a pity, what a pity..."

Uncle Wang shook his head, walked back to Aunt Wang's side, and touched the corner of his eye with his back to the cook.

The cook narrowed his eyes slightly, but this expression only lasted for a moment.

The next moment, he composed himself and asked, still somewhat puzzled, "What's a pity?"

"It's a pity... my son died before my eyes—"

"On a rainy day, they drowned right in front of me!"

(End of this chapter)