A corn vendor pushed his cart past the two of them, and Zhao Zhi bought two ears.
Shen Hanshan thought Zhao Zhi would give him one.
But even after Zhao Zhi finished eating both ears of corn, there was no indication that he would let him have them.
"I'm going to drink wontons at that place, do you want some?"
When Zhao Zhi saw that the wonton shop she often ate at had opened, she enthusiastically asked Shen Hanshan for his opinion.
Just as Shen Hanshan was about to agree, Zhao Zhi said, "Oh, I forgot, you're used to fine dining, you definitely won't like these street food snacks. Never mind, I'll eat them myself!"
To Zhao Zhi's surprise, Shen Hanshan sat down with her on the wooden stool at the wonton shop and loudly ordered two bowls of wontons from the owner.
He said in a low voice, "Didn't I tell you before? I went to the battlefield when I was ten years old. I even ate wild vegetables back then, so why would I dislike the smell of street food?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhi felt a strange sense of emotion welling up inside her.
She looked at the bustling crowd before her, the peddlers and laborers busily moving through the streets and alleys, and the children playing and laughing at the alley entrance. Wasn't all this ordinariness and tranquility something that the soldiers who risked their lives had bought with their blood and lives?
Filled with respect, she looked up at the vast night sky and said with emotion, "On behalf of all the people of this world, I thank you, you brave and fearless soldiers who protect our country. Whether it is the Great Xuan Dynasty, the Yun Dynasty, or other countries, they all need people like you."
Shen Hanshan looked at Zhao Zhi, whose face held an indescribable solemnity and depth, as if she bore the heavy responsibility of the entire world.
He had a fleeting illusion that if Zhao Zhi were a ruler, he would surely be a wise and benevolent monarch who cared for the world and had compassion for all living beings.
The Zhao Zhi at this moment is a Zhao Zhi he has never known before.
"Sir, your piping hot three-delicacy wontons are here!"
The boss's enthusiastic and lively voice interrupted their thoughts.
Zhao Zhi took a deep breath of the delicious aroma of the wontons and was about to open her mouth to eat when a wave of nausea suddenly surged in her stomach.
She frowned deeply, trying to regulate her breathing, but the nausea surged up like a tidal wave, uncontrollable.
Zhao Zhi's face turned ashen instantly. She covered her mouth and turned to run away.
Upon seeing this, Shen Hanshan immediately put down his chopsticks and followed.
Zhao Zhi was bent over, painfully vomiting up all the corn kernels she had just eaten.
Shen Hanshan asked anxiously, "Zhizhi, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Zhao Zhi shook her head weakly. She looked up at Shen Hanshan, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes, but she quickly calmed down. "I... I must have eaten the corn too fast just now."
A thought struck Shen Hanshan, and he lowered his voice to ask, "Zhizhi, you...you're pregnant, aren't you?"
Zhao Zhi rolled her eyes at Shen Hanshan and said in a low voice, "What nonsense are you talking about?! I know medicine, don't I know that myself?!"
Shen Hanshan suddenly realized that he had forgotten about Zhao Zhihui's medical skills.
He nodded, helped Zhao Zhi up, and said gently, "You just threw up, your stomach must be upset. Let's skip the wontons and go back to the palace first. I'll have the cook make you something light."
"No, no, I have to go home," Zhao Zhi said sadly. "You said you wouldn't treat me the same way you used to, you can't go back on your word."
Shen Hanshan sighed helplessly, "Fine, whatever you say."
Inside the carriage, Zhao Zhi began to vomit again.
She continued vomiting until there was nothing left in her stomach, until she was so uncomfortable that tears welled up in her eyes and she was so weak that she couldn't straighten up.
She cursed inwardly, "Damn morning sickness! Damn Shen Hanshan!"
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