"That's enough, that's enough!"
The fellow apprentices, who were waiting by the pot, were already urging for dinner to be served.
After Shang Yanting stepped aside, everyone rushed forward.
The entire area of Qing Shuang Peak was filled with the snoring sounds of people drinking soup and eating rice.
The piping hot soup dispels the chill from the body, it's so fragrant and warming, and then you break out in a sweat—ah, so comfortable!
The disciples of Qing Shuang Peak all wore expressions of happiness.
They were warming themselves by the fire and drinking soup on one side, while the people on Shengyang Peak were shivering from the cold on the other.
Each of them, who considered themselves genius disciples, acted arrogantly and asked for nothing from others, yet their eyes couldn't help but dart towards Qing Shuang Peak, and the sounds of swallowing saliva could be heard all around.
I can't take it anymore!
Someone stood up and, shamelessly, went over; this person was Zhu Hongxiu.
Remembering that they had met once before, he bowed to Shang Yanting and said, "Brother Yan, we have offended you before. Could you please forgive us and share some of the spoils?"
Yuan Hanyi followed behind, nodding slightly, showing none of his previous arrogance.
Shang Yanting looked at the two of them, smiled warmly, and refused decisively, "Sorry, we don't have enough food either."
Zhu Hongxiu felt a little regretful, but not entirely surprised.
After all, they didn't think of sharing the food with Qing Shuangfeng when they found it.
"Dear host, please share some with them."
Jia Xitong said, watching the two figures retracing their steps.
"You pity them?"
Shang Yanting looked at the raccoon whose fur was slightly charred by the fire; his system was sometimes too soft-hearted.
"It's not that pitiful."
They were all young people, and martial arts practitioners at that; they wouldn't die from being cold or hungry for a few days. But it's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. Apart from being slow-witted and arrogant, they weren't really that bad.
"We need to defeat the real bad guys, not push everyone to the opposite side."
Jia Xitong shook her head, recalling the scene in the original story where Shang Yanting encountered only his harem and enemies wherever he went. "I think the host is a super nice person and deserves to be loved by many people!"
"madness."
Kindness cannot be appreciated; only strength can bring everything.
Shang Yanting did not believe in repaying evil with good.
But it said he was super nice...
A quarter of an hour later, the people from Shengyang Peak were summoned.
There wasn't much dough left in the big iron pot, so they poured in the water they had collected last night and cooked it for a while longer over the fire.
On this very day, all the firewood that Jia Xitong had collected was taken out, only five flatbreads remained, and eight typhoid pills were left.
She stingily took out two pills and threw them into the pot, cooking a pot of typhoid fever pill soup for the disciples of Shengyang Peak.
As for the last bit of food and medicine, no one but Shang Yanting could give it to him.
A bowl of soup brought harmony between the disciples of Qing Shuang Peak and Sheng Yang Peak, and everyone seemed to have buried the hatchet over a pot of soup.
To Jia Xitong's surprise, Zhang Chuxi actually approached Shang Yanting, saying, "Senior Brother Yan, the last battle left a deep impression on me. I wonder if I could ask you for some more pointers?"
These peach blossoms have come to me of their own accord!
Jia Xitong rubbed her hands together, looking at her with bright, sparkling eyes.
This girl has such a slim waist.
This girl has such long legs.
The young lady's sword, hmm... it's quite heavy.
"I am not feeling well and I am afraid I cannot spar with Zhang Wuyou."
Shang Yanting refused without the slightest hesitation.
As the junior sister of Shengyang Peak, who was considered a goddess, Zhang Chuxi was too embarrassed to say anything more after being rejected like this, and sat back down next to the flames.
This made the raccoon feel that he had lost most of the joy of transmigrating into the book.
"Junior brother!"
The second senior brother was gathered with Yuan Hanyi, Zhu Hongxiu, and a few others, and was waving at him at that moment.
The two leaders exchanged information about the past few days and found that they had experienced almost the same thing.
Furthermore, Sheng Yangfeng noticed that they had been walking in the same place for two days, which was the main reason why they thought the desert was endless.
The compass is so important; it helps them get out of their rut.
After everyone had drunk the hot herbal soup, they prepared to set off as the sun rose.
On the way, Jia Xitong was surrounded by the senior brothers of Qing Shuang Peak. The second senior brother asked in a low voice, as if interrogating her, "Xitong, how do you have so much food?"
"It's gone now."
The senior students are so capable of cooking, Little Raccoon waved his hand.
Where did you put your things before?
The second senior brother picked her up and explored the small pocket behind her back with his fingers.
Then he found a small bottle and a few pieces of paper with scribbles on it. To be honest, the bag couldn't even fit his fist, let alone a pot big enough to feed dozens of people.
"Second Brother, it's extremely impolite to rummage through other people's bags."
Jia Xitong snatched her things back, clutching her small bag, and politely reminded him.
"Your second senior brother could be anyone else."
The second senior brother never considered himself an outsider, until a pleasant voice rang out.
"Senior brother, don't you know that everyone has a right to privacy?"
"Does everyone need to report to you about any treasures they have?"
Shang Yanting looked at him with a smile, but his words were as sharp as swords, "What do you want to do by asking this, senior brother? Can't the secret realm satisfy your curiosity anymore? Why don't you senior brothers spit out what you've eaten, and let me show you where it's stored?"
Not to mention the second senior brother, all the other senior brothers were scolded like grandsons.
Although they were clearly the senior brothers, after spending time together, Junior Brother Yan inexplicably gave off a sense of authority that was not imposing but dignified.
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