The carriage swayed and rocked along the way, but it would still take several days to reach Sanchuan.
They spent the night in the middle of nowhere, though they did come across an inn along the way, but it was still early and that would have wasted a lot of time.
"I'm not eating these tonight, they're too dry."
Stopping Ling Feng from opening the hidden compartment, Su Qinghe made him get up and get out of the car.
Ling Feng didn't need to think much to guess that she probably wanted to eat hot food, and sure enough, when she came down, she brought a small iron pot.
Seeing that she was setting up the pot alone, he quickly ordered Xiaoying and the coachman to gather firewood.
"There's plenty of firewood in this desolate wilderness. Just pick some up around here and don't go too far," Su Qinghe said calmly, her head down.
The two men accepted their orders and left. Ling Feng walked over to Su Qinghe and carefully watched her work.
It's not surprising that people who travel long distances often carry this kind of pot.
"There's a stream not far away. Where did you put the water container?" Ling Feng pointed in a direction.
Su Qinghe dusted herself off and stood up, her eyes fixed on his stomach.
"You think you can go fetch water looking like that?"
Ling Feng frowned. "I just can't use too much force. I'm not a cripple. I've practiced martial arts for many years, and I can still lift a bucket of water."
Su Qinghe smiled but didn't say anything, and moved to the back of the carriage.
Ling Feng followed behind her and saw that she had somehow opened a large hidden compartment, which was filled with fresh vegetables, some meat, and various other bottles and jars.
"There's so much of it; even if the weather is cool, it will spoil in less than two days if sealed inside," he kindly reminded them.
"If I say no, then no."
Su Qinghe didn't even look at him. She took the bucket out and put some fresh vegetable leaves into it.
"With your belly... I'm afraid you'll fall into the river while washing vegetables."
She turned and glanced at him.
"I'll go wash them. You cut the ribs out; we'll make soup tonight. Remember to cut them into big pieces."
After saying that, without waiting for Ling Feng's reply, he picked up the bucket and walked towards the water source.
Ling Feng opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything.
Well, he wasn't idle anyway. It's just that he had never seen a woman take the initiative to wash vegetables; that's a man's job.
He stared at her back for a moment, then turned back and focused his gaze on the flesh.
She didn't bring much meat, which should last her two or three days, but she brought a lot of vegetables.
Without much thought, he picked out a spare rib. Since she said she wanted to stew ribs, this was it.
"So... what did he use to cut it...?"
Ling Feng searched the trunk but couldn't find the kitchen knife he wanted.
He stood there dumbfounded for a moment, guessing that Su Qinghe should have already reached the stream and would be back soon, and he became a little anxious.
After thinking for a moment, he remembered the sword lying in the carriage.
But... frowning, Ling Feng finally drew his sword.
"Young master."
Just as he drew his sword, Xiaoying and the others returned. He turned to look at them and saw that they were carrying a lot of firewood, but his attention was on the sword at Xiaoying's waist.
He quickly sheathed his sword.
Give me your sword.
"?" Xiaoying looked at the things in front of Ling Feng with a bad feeling.
"Young master, don't you have your own sword?" he
He was somewhat reluctant to give it, but under Ling Feng's imposing gaze, he obediently handed it over.
Ling Feng accepted it with satisfaction and began slicing the meat on the cutting board without hesitation.
With a few quick snips, the ribs were cut into even pieces. He wiped the sword clean with a handkerchief and returned it to Xiaoying.
"I'll use your sword a few times."
Xiaoying remained silent, took the gift quietly, and went with the driver to start a fire.
Once the fire was burning brightly, Su Qinghe returned.
Looking at the neatly arranged, evenly cut ribs on the cutting board, Su Qinghe couldn't help but tease, "Not bad."
Ling Feng didn't reply, his expression somewhat unnatural, and silently took the things from Su Qinghe's hands.
"You can cook?" Su Qinghe went to the back of the car and took out the seasonings.
"Isn't it just pouring it in to cook?" Ling Feng said matter-of-factly.
Pour half the water out of the bucket, and then put the ribs in as well.
That's right, Su Qinghe was speechless and quickly called for a stop.
"Wait until the water boils before adding it."
Ling Feng knew that things weren't as simple as he had thought, but he followed Su Qinghe's instructions step by step, and things progressed smoothly.
Once the pot of meat was ready, Su Qinghe brought out bowls and chopsticks.
Ling Feng took the soup spoon and first served Su Qinghe a bowl, then left the rest to Xiao Ying.
It was nice to be able to eat such hot food in the middle of nowhere at night. Everyone ate with relish, and their bodies warmed up considerably.
"Eat more, it gets cold at night. We only stew meat at night, it's the only meal of the day that can nourish your body."
Seeing that Ling Feng seemed to have lost his appetite after only drinking a small bowl, Su Qinghe frowned and reminded him, then got up and went to the car to get him some dried radish.
"You can only eat a small spoonful." She scooped out a spoonful and put it into the small dish she had brought with her.
Ling Feng pursed his lips, unsure of what to say about Su Qinghe's strict control over him, but he dared not go against her.
He carefully dragged the plate to his side and counted them. There were twelve pieces in this spoonful. If he wanted to eat more meat, he couldn't eat them one by one.
After careful consideration, he decisively picked up one piece first. Halfway through eating, a pair of chopsticks reached out from the side.
Just as it was about to touch a grain, he quickly stretched out his chopsticks to block it.
"This is mine."
Turning his head to look at the owner of the chopsticks, Ling Feng frowned and said seriously.
Su Qinghe chuckled awkwardly, but still didn't put her chopsticks away. "I'll only eat one, no more."
The soup was bland, and she wanted something more flavorful after eating half of it, but she had already put the jar back in her car and was too lazy to get it.
Ling Feng remained silent for a moment, then slowly stood up. "I'll go get it for you."
Su Qinghe froze, staring blankly at his back. After he went inside, she still decisively took a grain from his plate.
Ling Feng quickly came out, handed the jar to Su Qinghe, and then sat back down in his original seat.
"You ate mine?"
After a while, he turned his head back to Su Qinghe, his tone certain, though it was a question.
Su Qinghe squinted, opened the jar, and scooped out a small spoonful.
"I really wanted to eat this earlier, so I'll make it up to you."
Seeing the brightly colored small spoonful, Ling Feng's eyes lit up, and he gestured for her to put it in the dish.
Su Qinghe grinned and shook her hand under his direct gaze.
A perfectly square piece of dried radish rolled from the spoon into the dish.
"Okay, it's all complete."
Su Qinghe poured the rest into her bowl, and without hesitation, resealed the jar and put it back in the car.
Ling Feng's face darkened. He glanced at her back, then silently switched seats with Xiao Ying, holding the plate.
He was a little angry, knowing she was teasing him on purpose, but there was nothing he could do about it.
The items belonged to her, and that woman was unpredictable; today she had also broken her promise. He was afraid that if he said anything, he would lose all of these things.
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