Chapter 126 If you don't love me, your wife is truly gone.
The night was as dark as ink, and the flames danced merrily among the firewood, bathing the surrounding trees in a warm hue.
Wen Yanyu held the soup bowl, her whole body wrapped in an extra-thick men's cotton-padded coat, which was loose and thick.
He was sitting on a small stool that was temporarily pieced together from wooden planks.
After taking the medication, my senses felt like they were separated from the world by a membrane. Although I couldn't perceive many negative emotions, the sense of dissociation and the indescribable nausea and dizziness brought on by the medication were enough to make me feel terrible.
Wen Yanyu lowered her head, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, her bones ached and felt numb, she had little strength to speak, and her hands trembled violently.
The temperature was extremely low at night.
A cold wind kept blowing.
Wen Yanyu raised her hand to rub her still ringing ears. Her nose was red from the cold. Her calves were bent in front of her chest. She subconsciously curled herself into a ball. Her already thin body looked even thinner in the bulky cotton-padded coat.
The temperature difference in the forest and the large fluctuations in her emotions caused her to catch a mild cold, making Wen Yanyu exude an aura of illness from the inside out.
The hand holding the soup bowl trembled uncontrollably, as if it had been burned or was too weak. Several times I had to stop to relax before I could pick up the bowl and continue eating.
This appearance is slightly strange and incredibly pitiful.
This drew frequent glances from the people present, but they all looked away when Wen Yanyu looked over.
Wen Yanyu paused for a moment, her eyelids drooping slightly, before continuing to bury her head in her soup.
[Waaaaah, my baby! The tonic is bullying my baby! Why is it ignoring my baby? Why is the tonic doing this?! My baby! My heart aches so much!]
[They didn't bully her, did they? I feel like everyone just... doesn't know how to talk to Wen Yanyu. Wen Yanyu's emotions are visibly off right now.]
[Yan Yu's outfit looks so warm; it makes her look like a white fluffy bunny. Thumbs up to Little Dog Bro!]
Is it really that cold? Wen Yanyu's hands are shaking so badly he can barely hold the soup bowl. And why is he rubbing his ears so much?
Fu Zhiyan walked over from behind, carrying fish that had just been scooped from the pot. She sat down next to Wen Yanyu very naturally and took the soup bowl from Wen Yanyu's hand.
"It's cold, put your hands in your pockets," Fu Zhiyan advised.
Wen Yanyu didn't say anything, but obediently put her hands into her slightly long sleeves, pulled them back, and placed them on her knees, tucking them in.
Fu Zhiyan lowered his head and blew air.
He fed the deboned fish meat to Wen Yanyu's mouth.
Wen Yanyu opened his mouth and ate it.
"Is it delicious?" Fu Zhiyan asked.
Wen Yanyu let out a soft breath and took a sip of fish soup.
I know Wen Yanyu meant it was delicious.
Fu Zhiyan slightly curled the corners of her lips and continued feeding the rabbits, continuing her great undertaking of fattening them up.
One of them was responsible for feeding the child, and the other was responsible for eating.
I didn't feel anything was wrong at all.
Although she was more than five meters away from Wen Yanyu after being divided into groups, Jiang Wanrou, with her excellent eyesight, was speechless.
Who is this?!
What are you doing! ! !
The comments section was filled with people watching this scene.
【No way? They're really here to steal my wife?! @FuHanchuan】
[Oh no, Bro, I was just joking earlier that your wife was going to die, but now it seems like she really is going to die.]
[These two have only known each other for a few days, but it's like they've known each other for centuries. There's an inexplicable sense of chemistry between them. My friend, let me explain. Actually, I ship you and Rabbit.]
[The guy who was secretly watching the live stream, Bu Ai Ge, seems to have lost all his strength and ability at this moment.]
"Why do you even need to be fed? What will you do when there are missions later?" Sang Huai Ren glanced at the two people on the other side, his expression unchanged, but the contempt in his eyes grew stronger.
Lu Mingxu withdrew his gaze and said, "His hands are shaking badly. It's cold in the mountains, so he must have caught a cold and is too weak."
Sang Huai-ren frowned, then asked with a smile, "He looked sickly in the last episode. Why would he come to record a variety show if he's not feeling well? Isn't he already living with that Fu guy...?"
The sentence was left unfinished.
Jiang Wanrou interrupted him, "This is an entertainment variety show. We're here to have fun, not to really compete."
After saying that, he didn't say anything more to smooth things over.
Jiang Wanrou continued drinking her soup.
Sang Huai-ren was speechless after Jiang Wan-rou's words. He wanted to say something, but hesitated because they were of the same generation.
Sang Huai-ren chuckled and said, "I was just joking, why such a big reaction?"
Jiang Wanrou replied with a smile, "You misunderstood. I'm just hungry and busy eating. I don't want to say or listen anymore."
A smile curved at the corners of his mouth, but there was little joy in his eyes.
Sang Huai-ren's expression immediately turned somewhat unpleasant.
Does Sang Huai-ren have a problem with Wen Jiabao? If I'm not mistaken, this could be considered targeting him, right?
【Um, I think you're overthinking it. Sang's dad is just straightforward and says what he thinks, and Wen Yanyu is indeed a bit... he needs to be fed, I don't understand.】
[He's being quite dramatic. He clearly made a mistake this morning, but he acted like he was devastated and wouldn't show it. He's still like this tonight. If I were Sang's dad, I'd say something too.]
[No, actually... so did none of you notice that Wen's hands were shaking so badly he almost dropped the bowl? How could he eat by himself? Wen didn't ask anyone to feed him; it was Fu who offered to help, and Fu didn't say anything.]
The live stream chat was reignited, and the crowd started arguing non-stop.
Sang Yu lowered her head and took a sip of chicken soup.
The production team knew that it would be hard to swallow without seasoning, so they gave each of the two groups some salt.
Although there was no oil or steam, after blanching it several times and cooking it with the strange fruit that Fu Zhiyan found in the mountains, it was surprisingly not bad.
Especially considering their daily diet requires careful control, with a preference for low-oil and low-salt foods.
Not bad either.
After what happened in the morning, Wen Yanyu stayed in her room sleeping and didn't come out. The puzzle-solving tasks assigned by the program team were also solved by Fu Zhiyan in no time.
After Fu Zhiyan's feat of catching ten or so fish and seven wild grouse in one afternoon, and then inexplicably sharing half of them with Jiang Wanrou from their group, what was originally a week-long, slightly challenging wilderness survival exercise completely turned into a picnic.
If the production team doesn't pull any tricks later on, and given the really nice scenery and fresh air, they'll just treat it as a relaxing outing.
Finally, I finished the food in my bowl, as if I had completed some arduous task.
Wen Yanyu lowered her eyes wearily, placed the plush puppy she had brought on her knees, buried her head, and began to wilted.
Fu Zhiyan sat beside him, keeping him company silently.
At this moment.
After finishing his food, Duan Mufeng, without caring about his image or the state of his clothes, sat down on the grass in front of Wen Yanyu, holding the plush rabbit in his hand.
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