Ning Qing finally managed to hunt a plump pheasant, which he had taken from the henhouse.

The pheasant, fast asleep, couldn't understand why, even as it died, disaster struck from the sky while it was sleeping in its nest.

He was sleeping peacefully in the chicken coop when he was suddenly and ruthlessly dragged out, his throat was slit, his feathers were plucked, his belly was cut open, and he was burned at the stake!

What did it do to deserve such torture?! It never wants to be a chicken again in its next life! Chicken life is tough!

Ning Qing found some large leaves nearby and wrapped the fragrant roasted chicken in them.

They rode back on horseback and soon returned to the military camp.

They carried the still-warm roasted chicken to the council tent.

"General".

Meng Zhengxi, who was sitting behind his desk, engrossed in writing, looked up and saw Ning Qing.

Looking at the sky outside, I realized that it was already dark.

Ning Qing placed the roasted chicken wrapped in leaves on the desk, lifted the leaves to reveal the glistening, golden-brown roasted chicken inside.

Looking at the roast chicken on the table, Meng Zhengxi couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering him, "Where did this chicken come from?"

He knew all too well that the food in the military camp was the same every day, and there was no way there would be roast chicken.

Ning Qing, "was pulled out of a chicken coop".

As he spoke, he tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Meng Zhengxi.

"Are you hungry? Come and have some chicken legs."

Looking at the plump chicken leg in his hand, Meng Zhengxi couldn't help but wonder, when did the military start raising chickens? How come he didn't know?

Ning Qing sat down in the chair next to him and picked up a chicken leg to eat herself.

He noticed his wife was taking her time eating.

"Chicken legs are not for display, but for eating."

With a quick glance, she said, "If you really want to appreciate something, why not appreciate my good looks?"

As he spoke, he brought his face close to Meng Zhengxi's.

Looking at the handsome face before him, Meng Zhengxi's eyes held a hint of doting affection that he himself was unaware of, and he helplessly raised the corners of his lips.

She gently pushed Ning Qing's face away with her fingertips. "You! Don't you know any shame? Who boasts like that?"

He lowered his head and started gnawing on the big chicken leg; it was indeed delicious.

This person is not only beautiful and charming, but also an amazing cook! She'd be perfect as a wife!

Ning Qing leaned closer again, "Am I not good-looking?"

Meng Zhengxi glanced at her sideways and replied honestly, "Beautiful."

Ning Qing glanced at it and said, "What I said is true, so what's there to be embarrassed about?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhengxi couldn't help but chuckle and speak.

"You!"

Looking at his smile, Ning Qing's originally resolute features softened a bit.

His cold, handsome face seemed to melt away like frost, as if a spring breeze was blowing gently... and the warm sun was shining brightly.

She couldn't help but say, "You look really good when you smile. You should smile more often. I like it."

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhengxi's smile froze on his face, his gaze complex and thoughtful.

Ning Qing tore off a chicken wing and handed it to him.

"Here, these chicken wings are delicious, take them."

A strange look appeared in Meng Zhengxi's eyes as he looked at Ning Qing.

Ning Qing couldn't help but sigh once again, "Having meat but no wine just feels like something's missing."

Meng Zhengxi: "Drinking alcohol is not allowed in the military camp, except at victory celebrations."

Ning Qing replied quietly, "Boring."

Meng Zhengxi cast a probing glance at her.

"You like to drink?"

Ning Qing thought for a moment, "It can't be called liking."