PFC Chapter 169 She always asks for 5
Chapter 169 She always asks for 5
No matter what Wen Chuyan did, Song Xianyin would always keep a close eye on him.
Wen Chuyan would often look at her shyly, but Song Xianyin didn't pay any attention to his gaze.
"Miss Song, are you hungry?" Wen Chuyan cleared his throat.
The meat has just gone into the pot.
Song Xianyin shook her head, but her eyes remained fixed on the meat in the pot.
There seems to be a passage in the original text where Wen Chuyan discovers a treasure during one of his most frustrating moments.
If she watches him every time he cooks, wouldn't she be able to keep that treasure for herself?
Wen Chuyan frowned seriously. Miss Song must be hungry, but she was too embarrassed to say so.
He fanned the fire with a bamboo fan, shouting, "Damn it, hurry up!"
Miss Song is starving to death.
The smoke hit Song Xianyin's face directly, and she almost choked to death.
She covered her eyes and quickly moved to the side, but the smoke lingered and followed her relentlessly.
"Fellow Daoist Wen, please don't slap me so hard, cough cough cough..." Song Xianyin closed her eyes and covered her nose.
Wen Chuyan suddenly looked at the food in the pot with a surprised expression: "What is this?"
Song Xianyin forgot about her discomfort and quickly leaned over to him, carefully looking at the contents of the pot: "This is!"
Wen Chuyan's eyes grew brighter and brighter. Song Xianyin looked at him anxiously and urged him to speak quickly.
"This is truly a treasure," Wen Chuyan exclaimed.
Song Xianyin quickly extracted the key words: "Treasure! Quickly retrieve it so I can see it!"
Wen Chuyan smiled and used his chopsticks to stir the chicken, revealing an egg yolk in the corner: "There are eggs, and these unlaid eggs are the best."
Song Xianyin choked up; she had thought it was some kind of treasure.
Wen Chuyan glanced at Song Xianyin: "Miss Song, would you like some?"
"eat!"
Wen Chuyan smiled; he knew it.
Because she had no spiritual cultivation, Song Xianyin was much more vigilant than the other three.
Although Mu Silan and Jiang Wange were injured, at least they had cultivation, but she did not.
Therefore, she must take good care of herself.
The sounds of unidentified wild animals are often heard in the forest, especially when the sun is about to set.
Jiang Wange looked at Wen Chuyan with a pale face: "Fellow Daoist Wen, we must leave here in the next few days."
They are in the open, but those things are hidden in the shadows, which is very disadvantageous for them.
Wen Chuyan checked the surrounding environment and only sat back down after confirming that it was indeed not safe.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, after we get out, let's find someone to treat your injuries first." Wen Chuyan looked at Jiang Wange gently.
Jiang Wange smiled at him, while Mu Silan, standing beside her, watched their interaction with a dark expression.
She can smile like that at Wen Chuyan, whom she's only known for a short time, so why can't she smile like that at him too?
Wen Chuyan placed the egg in Song Xianyin's bowl. Song Xianyin secretly observed from behind the tree for a while before finally appearing.
Mu Silan glanced at her disdainfully. Coward, hiding as soon as something happens, utterly useless.
“Yes, yes, this place is terrifying.” Song Xianyin picked up her bowl.
She can't even eat in peace now.
She felt she was a little better than Mu Silan; she was never impulsive, and Wen Chuyan had never been injured while saving her.
Song Xianyin looked at the two people opposite her.
Mu Silan clumsily took care of Jiang Wange, but Jiang Wange's expression remained indifferent, neither happy nor unhappy.
"Drink more soup, you're not well." Mu Silan gently blew on the steaming soup and handed it to Jiang Wange.
"Be careful of the burn."
Jiang Wange politely declined, saying, "Your Highness, please eat it yourself."
Mu Silan's hand froze: "Didn't we agree to call me A-Mu?"
Jiang Wange smiled gently: "Amu."
Mu Silan's eyes were fixed on her face, but Jiang Wange's expression didn't change at all; she completely ignored him.
Song Xianyin noticed that the veins on his hands were bulging, which was particularly frightening.
"Eat more, you're so thin." Mu Silan sighed.
Jiang Wange looked at him with her eyes crinkling: "Your Highness, I don't think my thinness has anything to do with how much I eat."
Mu Silan suppressed his temper. They stared at each other for a while before he looked away in a panic: "Don't talk to me like that, Wan Ge."
The atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Song Xianyin and Wen Chuyan ate their meal quietly, silently minimizing everything else.
Jiang Wange smiled, her tone somewhat relieved: "This servant deserves to die. How could this servant be worthy to speak to the Second Prince like this? This servant did not understand her own status."
Mu Silan felt extremely uncomfortable hearing her refer to herself as a servant girl.
He knew she was trying to provoke him and make him leave her, but he would never leave her again.
Jiang Wange prepared to walk to the side to rest.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, please eat more meat. Drinking too much soup isn't actually good for you," Song Xianyin said, gnawing on a chicken leg.
Mu Silan always makes people drink soup; he must be the kind of person who believes all the nutrients are in the soup.
Jiang Wange smiled at her: "Fellow Daoist Song, I haven't eaten from my bowl yet. If you want some, you can take it."
Song Xianyin was a little embarrassed: "But you haven't eaten much, aren't you hungry?"
Jiang Wange shook her head. Her face looked extremely pale, and she didn't even have the strength to speak.
Looking at the drowsy Jiang Wange, Song Xianyin glanced reluctantly at the pastries in her bag, which were given to her by a little girl she met on the road.
In her dazed state, Jiang Wange suddenly smelled something sweet.
When she opened her eyes, she found Song Xianyin waving a piece of pastry around her nose.
Jiang Wange looked at her, both amused and exasperated: "Miss Song."
"Eat up, didn't you say you wanted some pastries?" Song Xianyin stared intently at the large chicken leg in the bowl next to her.
A few days ago, she overheard Jiang Wange and Mu Silan arguing. Jiang Wange said she wanted to eat some kind of cake from the palace. She didn't hear clearly, but it should taste similar.
Jiang Wange was taken aback by her words. She took the pastry and said, "Thank you, Miss Song."
She lowered her eyes, feeling even more sorrowful. Miss Song could even remember the things she said casually.
Song Xianyin held Jiang Wange's bowl and glanced at Mu Silan, who had his eyes closed, beside her. He hadn't eaten a single bite either.
She hesitated for a moment, then took Mu Silan's bowl as well.
Wen Chuyan stared longingly at the two bowls Song Xianyin was holding, and Song Xianyin generously shared some meat with him.
The two of them ate and ate, becoming happier and happier, and kept telling each other corny jokes.
Mu Silan felt extremely annoyed listening to the two ducks across from her.
"I'm dying of laughter! I'm dying of laughter!" Song Xianyin clutched her stomach, feeling like she could barely eat anymore.
Wen Chuyan looked at her with a smile, and he said he was quite interesting.
Just then, Mu Silan said, very annoyed, "Can you guys stop laughing? It sounds awful."
Song Xianyin, Wen Chuyan: ...