PFC Chapter 31 Silent Feeding at Night
Chapter 31 Silent Feeding at Night
The sisters finished eating the dried meat and were dozing off, leaning against each other.
Wenwen quietly crept up to her older sister, patted her hand, and slipped a handful of fruit into it.
The older sister felt the weight in her hand, opened her eyes, and was about to speak.
Wenwen reacted quickly, covering her mouth and putting her index finger to her lips: "Shh!"
The older sister understood and gave the fruit in her hand to the younger sister next to her.
And so, the fruit was passed around.
Of course, each of her sisters has one, and Wenwen won't show favoritism. They're all family, all family members who love and protect her. She'll treat them all equally.
Considering the inconvenience for her sisters, Wenwen brought out fruits that didn't require peeling or spitting out pits, making them very convenient to eat in one bite. Cherries, strawberries, and grapes were the main focus, promoting hydration and beauty.
I could feel the speed of the older sisters.
Wenwen turned around and went to her grandmother and mother.
Following the same method, she rummaged around and stuffed several pieces of fruit into everyone's hands. She wasn't being biased; she just took out whatever was there without thinking too much. Some of them might need to be peeled, and some might have large pits.
Fortunately, my grandmother, mother, aunt, and other relatives were all experienced and knew how to hide in the dark. They turned their backs and buried their heads, so it's unclear whether the food got into their noses or not, but they ate it all up in the dark.
As for the peel and pit, they eventually ended up back in her hands.
After dealing with these matters, Wenwen turned around and moved to the outer circle.
She looked at her father and elder brother; in the moonlight, their faces were even paler than when they left the city.
Presumably because he had just been whipped, his injuries were compounded. He had been whipped more than a dozen times in one day. Even a person made of iron could not withstand that.
Everyone had already removed their shackles during the break because they had fought with the shadowy figure.
Now they were all shackled again, and the chains would rattle whenever they moved.
Wenwen moved closer to her father and whispered, "Daddy, is this heavy?"
Wen Qilin looked down at his daughter, his eyes filled with unease.
My third brother just whispered a few words to them about his daughter's unusual behavior.
His heart was filled with mixed emotions. His daughter had suffered a terrible accident when she was young, and the whole family had been heartbroken over it.
At this critical juncture, when her whole family was in trouble, she actually recovered.
His little girl has never had a good life; her fate is truly tragic and heartbreaking.
Wen Qilin wanted to pat his daughter's shoulder to comfort her, but his hands were bound by iron chains, so he could only offer soft words of comfort.
"It won't sink. Father is strong and healthy. He'll be fine in a few days."
Looking at her father's broken leg, Wenwen couldn't bear to expose him. "Yes, Daddy will get better."
As they spoke, a lean figure slowly approached.
Wenwen didn't even need to guess; it must be Fourth Brother. He had previously said he wanted to be her assistant and would always obey her orders.
She turned to look at her fourth brother, blinked, and continued working on her hands.
One by one, fist-sized fruits were placed into the bundle, along with a bunch of smaller fruits for Fourth Brother.
The area for male offspring is quite large, making it inconvenient to deliver them to each one individually. Fortunately, Fourth Brother was perceptive and came to help in time.
Fourth Brother moved slowly, and finally lived up to expectations, giving each person two large fruits and a handful of small fruits.
After the fourth brother finished distributing the fruit, he didn't eat any himself. Instead, he moved to sit next to the eldest brother and held the fruit up to his brother's mouth.
Fourth Brother's actions made Wenwen think more highly of him; this assistant was truly too clever.
At the same time, she cursed herself for not having a big picture view despite living two lives. It seems that in her destiny, she can only be a knife. In fact, being a Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace) was her wish. Now that she is here, she is forced to become a good knife.
There are four injured people in her family.
My second uncle wasn't wearing any shackles at the moment, and my second aunt was taking care of him without any problems.
The other three wounded soldiers were not only seriously injured, but also shackled and chained. The slightest movement would cause the chains to clang loudly, and the sound of the chains would be amplified infinitely in the quiet night.
The third brother was sitting near the second brother, so he could take care of him from a distance.
Wenwen's father and eldest brother sat close together the whole time.
She had just refused her mother's help, and now she was sitting between her father and older brother. Her intention was to take care of both of them, but clearly she hadn't considered that the chains would prevent her from taking care of both of them at the same time.
However, her fourth brother's actions not only helped her out of the predicament, but also reminded her of something.
She has a whole box of fruit knives; now's the perfect time to use them.
Without hesitation, Wenwen took out three fruit knives, handed them to her third and fourth brothers, and then picked one up and cut off a slice of fruit.
He turned his head and gestured with his lip, silently saying, "Cut the fruit."
The fourth brother brandished the knife and fruit in his hand, gave a slight smile, and focused on taking care of the eldest brother.
The other three brothers silently replied to her, "Thank you, little sister."
Well, the whole family thanked them back and forth, it was quite embarrassing.
Wenwen turned her head away and ignored them.
She knelt up, facing away from the outside, held up a piece of fruit to her father's mouth, and said with a smile, "Daddy, eat."
Wen Qilin felt a pang of sadness, but couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.
He was a general of the country, and he was so brave and skilled in battle when facing enemies. Now, he has hands and feet, but he still needs his young daughter to feed him. It's really absurd!
Wenwen pretended not to see her father's heartache and said in a soft, coquettish voice, "Daddy, my hands are tired from holding them up."
Wen Qilin stopped his wild thoughts and quickly started eating, taking the food from his daughter's hand.
The fruit that Xiao Mian'ao cut with water had a truly unique flavor, seemingly slightly different from the fruit he usually ate. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was different, only vaguely saying that it was sweeter.
Wen Qilin attributed the pain to his daughter's company; after eating the fruit, his leg injury was relieved to some extent.
This feeling was not only felt by Wen Qilin, but also by the other three wounded.
Ever since Wen Qiyuan was poisoned, he had been in a daze, his whole body aching. He felt as if thousands upon thousands of worms were sucking his blood and flesh from his bones. During the day, these worms roamed in his blood, and at night, they would surface and gnaw at him, preventing him from sleeping soundly. Tonight, the worms seemed to be more docile, not biting and gnawing as usual. Could it be that the reunion with his family had given him strength to fight off the illness?
Perhaps young people are more perceptive.
After Wen Chengjian finished eating the fruit, he felt that the pain in his back seemed to have lessened a bit. The burning sensation in his back gradually turned into a tingling numbness, no longer a dull ache, but accompanied by a tingling, itchy pain. He couldn't quite grasp this feeling; he was afraid it was just his imagination.
Wen Chengbin's injuries were similar to Wen Chengjian's; he also had wounds on his back, hands, and feet. His sensations were more intense. As soon as the fruit digested, he felt a sudden connection throughout his body, a warm sensation flowing through him, as if bathed in a spring breeze. This caused him to involuntarily move his hands.
"Clang..." The sound of iron chains rang out.
Startled, Wen Chengxi grabbed Wen Chengbin and held him down.
Wenwen, who was nearby, looked in the direction of the sound.
She wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt that her second brother's face was not as pale as before, and his complexion looked rosy in the light of the distant flames.
The night was deep, and the bright moon hung high in the sky.
The snoring from both sides of the river was incredibly loud.
The flames of the campfire had dwindled considerably and were about to go out.
Thanks to the soldiers and yamen runners on duty, no one made a fuss in the latter half of the night, and the prisoners finally got a good night's sleep.