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Chapter 17.1: Haha! The God of War can be shy too?!
“Yeah! Sister-in-law, my cooking skills are excellent. Father often took us to train in the mountains, and my brothers and I could make plenty of things!”
Inside, I couldn’t help but laugh. It was obvious that the third brother was feeling sorry for his sister-in-law, constantly asking him to pick leaves by the roadside.
He made a leaf umbrella himself, but felt too shy to present it publicly, insisting that she take it from him.
If the millions of soldiers at the border knew that their God of War was acting so shy in front of his wife, wouldn’t they laughed their teeth off?!
Su Qingning didn’t realize the little tricks in Xiao Huaiqin’s heart and quickly handed the umbrella to Liu Qing.
The road to exile was desolate, with only a few scattered plants occasionally seen. This umbrella turned out to be quite useful.
Liu Qing lovingly pushed the umbrella back:
“Since it was given to you by Qin’er, you should use it yourself. Grandmother doesn’t feel hot.”
Su Qingning glanced at the sweat continuously seeping from Liu Qing’s forehead but didn’t reveal her thoughts.
Instead, she secretly increased the wind around them, sitting beside her under the umbrella.
“Alright, then I’ll share the shade with Grandmother.”
The Xiao family wasn’t very tired at first. Now that they sat down, drinking some spirit spring water and enjoying the gently blowing cool breeze, it didn’t take long for them to recover their energy. They even had the leisure to appreciate the surrounding scenery.
They all thought that the road to exile wasn’t as unbearable as they had imagined.
After a while, the officers began to shout for rations.
“Meals are ready! Black-steamed buns are free, white-steamed buns are 20 wen, and filled water bags are 50 wen each!”
As soon as the words were out, complaints erupted everywhere.
These exiles didn’t have much money on them and were being extorted by these officers. They feared that by the time they had walked halfway, they would be broke.
“50 wen is enough for a hearty meal of three dishes and soup in the capital, and now it only gets a water bag?! Why don’t you go rob someone?!”
“Officer, have some mercy. My child is almost done for…”
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