"To wipe his tears." Hua Cai took a mouthful of porridge with a serious expression: "Hmm, this porridge is really good."
"Cough cough cough—" Two white lines suddenly shot out from Shi Zhong's nostrils as he was being fed porridge, and he was bent over coughing heart-wrenchingly.
Hua Cai paused, holding the bowl, and looked at Shi Zhong with a puzzled expression: "Hey, are you laughing at Li Yuan's broken leg, or are you laughing at my opinion that the porridge is good?"
"Cough cough, well—" Shi Zhong caught his breath with difficulty and glanced at Yue Chen with some fear: "It's nothing, I just think the porridge is so delicious. I didn't know you liked it too."
She glanced at Shi Zhong with a puzzled look, then looked at Yue Chen: "Why are you looking at him? Is he going to try and take him from you?"
After staring at the bowl like a statue for a long time, Yue Chen's lips curled up, and he took his first bite in a good mood.
The military doctor standing to one side sensed that something was off about the atmosphere in the room, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He stroked his beard in confusion, bowed to Hua Cai to say goodbye, and took the rag hanging by the tent flap with him as he left.
Military orders are absolute; how could a subordinate dare disobey the general's command?
The compassionate military doctor stroked his beard and chuckled.
Today's breakfast was unusually delicious. For the first time ever, Hua Cai devoured two large bowls before wiping her mouth, still feeling unsatisfied, and preparing to go out for a walk to digest.
"This cook is really good. After the war is over, I'll go ask the Emperor if we can take him away." Hua Cai muttered, rubbing her slightly bulging belly. She lifted the tent flap and went out. No sooner had she left than a loud noise came from inside the tent.
Shi Zhong hurriedly scrambled to his feet, righted the fallen stool, and spilled the unfinished porridge all over the table, creating a mess.
Yue Chen glanced calmly at Shi Zhong, finished the last mouthful of porridge, elegantly wiped his mouth and stood up: "Wasting food will get you nothing tomorrow, but you still have to do what you promised."
After saying that, ignoring the disheveled Shi Zhong in the wind, Yue Chen walked out of the tent with a bright smile on his face.
Shi Zhong felt that he must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to have met such a beastly guy as Yue Chen.
Looking at the mess on the table, and then at Yue Chen's smug back, I really wanted to give Yue Chen the middle finger and roar, "Who wants to eat what you made?"
Shi Zhong wanted to cry but had no tears. He really wanted to slap himself for his foul mouth.
Just a few hours earlier, Shi Zhong, who was out on night patrol, saw Yue Chen standing frozen in front of a collapsed battalion commander. He didn't know how long he had been standing there. He was instantly infected by the desolate atmosphere and couldn't help but go up to comfort him. Somehow, he talked about the "dialectical relationship between the heart and the stomach," and immediately successfully activated Yue Chen, who had turned into a wife-waiting stone.
So, Yue Chen, fully recovered, went to his tent and dragged him out before dawn the next day.
Poor thing, he didn't sleep well all night and in his daze became a cook, chopping wood and starting a fire, and he wouldn't allow anyone to help him, saying that he was more experienced.
Shi Zhong coughed up blood. What experience did he have? He had experience in everything from fighting and brawling to walking dogs and playing with birds, but he had absolutely no experience in cooking.
This brother he had grown up with had completely changed. Shi Zhong felt that this person had completely abandoned his bottom line and integrity, and had begun to lie without batting an eye for the sake of beauty.
As Shi Zhong watched Yue Chen diligently stirring the porridge in the pot, a terrifying thought suddenly popped into his mind.
Is this guy trying to poison the porridge?
When Yue Chen invited him to dinner, Shi Xin refused. It wasn't because he was afraid Yue Chen would poison him—he wouldn't eat tiger poison, ptooey! It was because ever since he was a child, after taking the blame for Yue Chen's countless misdeeds because of some snacks, the idea that Yue Chen's food was inedible had become a truth in Shi Xin's mind.
This person's heart is truly black to the core.
Shi Zhong looked in the direction Yue Chen had left, angrily stopping his wild thoughts, and resignedly picked up the pieces of the mess.
Huh? Where's the rag?! How am I supposed to do this?!
Unlike Shi Zhong, Hua Cai was practically convulsing with joy at this moment, and she had to desperately hold it in.
"Ahem, um, are you alright?" Hua Cai tried her best to calm herself down and not laugh out loud.
On the futon in front of him, Li Yuan's leg was wrapped up like a dumpling. With Hua Cai's sharp eyes, she could tell at a glance that this was entirely to make it difficult for him to move around. As for the effect on the broken leg—it was even more detrimental to reducing swelling, didn't it?
Hua Cai glanced at the serious-looking military doctor beside her and keenly caught his shifty eyes. He clearly sensed her gaze and was pretending not to notice.
You really can't judge a book by its cover. This old man looks so old-fashioned, but it turns out he's a living, breathing creature.
Ahem, well, what's that lying under Li Yuan's head? It looks so familiar to her. It seems to be the rag hanging at the entrance of the tent where they just ate.
Hua Cai's face darkened; this old military doctor is really—adorable.
Sensing Hua Cai's increasingly strange gaze, the old military doctor stared intently at the patterns on the tent ceiling, as if he wouldn't give up until he had a hole in it.
The fact that this man's legs are in such a state is truly a testament to the great contribution of our general.
Well, he's in such a difficult position right now, so he can just let the tears flow down there.
"You—cough, how did you get so badly injured? Are you alright?" Hua Cai walked up to Li Yuan with tears in her eyes, which stirred his heart.
Finally, someone who could get things done but wasn't very bright arrived. Looking at the tears in the woman's eyes, he felt he was finally saved.
Hua Cai wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with trembling hands: "How am I supposed to explain this to A Zheng when you're like this?"
She couldn't hold it in any longer; the male lead's current state was just too hilarious. In order not to burst out laughing at this moment, Hua Cai forced herself to shed tears.
It's so painful.
"My leg, I think my leg can still be saved." Li Yuan looked at Hua Cai with hope and pointed to his leg with difficulty.
Hua Cai followed his finger to the leg that was wrapped up five or six times thicker, and almost couldn't help but lose her composure again.
"Medical officer!" Hua Cai frowned, her face contorted and somewhat frightening as she desperately tried to suppress her laughter: "In this cold weather, why are you leaving his legs exposed like this? Don't you know he has an injury on his leg? Someone, bring two blankets and cover Prince Xiaoyao up properly."
Hua Cai stared at the military doctor with displeasure, startling the "honest and simple" doctor. He had initially thought his general was genuinely angry, but upon seeing that distorted face, the doctor's serious demeanor almost crumbled.
His own general was even more "two-faced" than he was.
The military doctor watched helplessly as the guards who had gone out to carry out the order brought back two quilts and covered Li Yuan with them as instructed.
Goodness, this is the thickest blanket in the military camp.
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