Lu Bocheng turned back awkwardly: “Are you dizzy? Do I need to wear silk clothes on the battlefield? To be a target? Or to make my superiors and comrades remember me more deeply?”

Su Qingyu rolled her eyes at him, what a poor student!

“Tell me, why do you make silk clothes for me and let me wear them on the battlefield?” Lu Bocheng circled around her.

Su Qingyu was so annoyed by him that she waved him away.

Then she explained: “Silk clothes are slippery. If you are pierced by a stray arrow, you can pull out the stray arrow by wearing silk clothes inside. The arrowheads are all barbed. If it is ordinary clothes, a large piece of flesh and blood will be pulled out. If the wounds on the battlefield are not treated properly, even if the person does not die immediately, he will be dragged to death by the wounds.”

Moreover, silk had good warmth retention, which could be more or less useful in the wild in winter.

And it burned slowly, and it would automatically go out after burning for a while. So because of its flame retardancy, in addition to making clothes, silk fabrics were now used to make home textiles, bedding, cushions, curtains, etc.

Lu Bocheng was stunned.

He felt puzzled and sweet.

He had never heard of silk having this use. This woman, a farmer who made a living in the fields, knew all this?

Was it true? Had she thought so much about him?

Seeing him in deep thought, Su Qingyu didn’t know whether to make him believe it or not. She shook her head and turned to bed. Why bother with this poor student? He had no practical experience. She just increased his chances of survival.

After all, they were husband and wife. It was not easy to get together across the gap of hundreds or thousands of years. It was all fate.

When Lu Bocheng came to his senses, he found that the other party had climbed into bed. He was so angry again, this woman! Did she have her husband in her eyes? She climbed up before her husband got into bed and slept in the bed!

Wu Shi said that she slept outside to prevent Lu Shengcai from asking for water at night.

This woman. There was no husband in her eyes.

But after thinking about it, she went to Zhang Dachui’s shop today to make a breast shield for him. She bought silk that she was reluctant to make clothes for herself but made for him, just wanting him to survive. He felt touched in his heart again.

This woman, really.

She always came to tease his heartstrings and move him, she must be doing it on purpose. She just wanted to move him beyond words, not to pick wild flowers^[1] have other women outside, huh. Woman.

Lu Bocheng sniffed and jumped onto the bed. For the first time, he was looking forward to having a daughter and a son. He wanted to have their bloodline with his wife to accompany his wife instead of him.

The next day, Su Qingyu woke up and Lu Bocheng disappeared again.

Last night, she was in a daze and listened to his confession. He said that the five taels of gold ingots were all used to make protective items, and he was fighting with his master and several fellow apprentices in Yangwei Martial Arts Hall these days.

Su Qingyu leaned against the head of the bed and thought about it. His master taught him so dedicatedly, so, she should show her appreciation. Maybe in the future, Yangwei Martial Arts Hall would have to protect her.

After thinking for a while, she got up, washed, and went to the Jixiang Bakery.

When she arrived, several chefs from Pingchuan County were already there.

After the two sides greeted each other, Su Qingyu instructed them to light the oven in the backyard. Then she went into the kitchen to instruct them on how to make swan cakes and lotus cakes and then taught them how to use fermentation to make various pastries.

After a busy day, they had lunch at the Jixiang Bakery.

It was not until the beginning of the afternoon that the chefs had learned about 70% of the skills. Because the oven had to be dried overnight, Su Qingyu said she would come back tomorrow. Then she carried the freshly baked swan cakes, lotus cakes, and white jade cakes to the Yangwei Martial Arts Hall.

“Who are you looking for?” asked a twelve or thirteen-year-old disciple guarding the gate.

Su Qingyu smiled at him, handed him a piece of lotus cake, and said, “I am Lu Bocheng’s wife, I came to see Master Ma.”

The young disciple’s eyes widened: “Ah, you are Brother Lu’s wife! I, I will go and inform you right away!” He turned around and was about to go in, but after running two steps, he ran back: “Sister-in-law, come in with me.”

“Okay.”

“What is this lotus used for?”

“It’s edible, you try it.”

“It’s edible? Such a beautiful lotus, how can it be eaten? No wonder it smells so good. I want to eat it when I smell it, but I can’t bear to eat it.” The young disciple kept talking all the way, holding the lotus cake and looking at it again and again, holding back his saliva.

Seeing his lively and cute appearance, Su Qingyu took another swan cake from the basket and gave it to him.

“Oh, this is a swan, is it also edible? It looks like it.”

He held one in each hand, looked left and right, and couldn’t bear to eat it. Before they even reached the training ground, someone shouted from afar: “Master, Brother Lu’s wife is here to see you!”

A bunch of young men were fighting in the training ground, and they all looked over after hearing his shout.

Lu Bocheng came over first: “Why are you here?”

“I just stopped by to see you.”

Master Ma, dressed in shorts, came over with his disciples, glanced at her, smiled, and nodded: “You are Bocheng’s bride.”

“Hello, Master Ma.”

“Good.”

“Hello, sister-in-law! We didn’t see you at Lu’s house that day.”

Su Qing’an also nodded to them one by one.

“Come sit in the backyard.” Master Ma said.

“Ah, Xiaodouzi, what are you holding in your hand?”

“It’s food, my sister-in-law gave it to me,” Xiaodouzi said as he dodged to the side.

However, he was small and was surrounded by several fellow apprentices.

“Master, the brothers are trying to snatch my food!” Xiaodouzi screamed.

Su Qingyu looked at the number of people at the scene, only six or seven people, so she handed the basket to Lu Bocheng.

Lu Bocheng was also seeing it for the first time, and he didn’t know the situation. As soon as he received it, he was surrounded by fellow apprentices.

“Don’t snatch it, don’t snatch it, I still have to take it to my master’s wife.” Lu Bocheng distributed it while protecting the basket.

Fortunately, what Su Qingyu brought was enough. They were all experimental products made by several chefs. Although they looked a little flawed, they tasted good. To outsiders, it was already very delicate and beautiful.

Su Qingyu followed Lu Bocheng and Master Ma to the backyard.

She took a look at Master Ma in front of her. He was about forty years old, with an upright posture, and a strong lower body. His gestures were different from those of ordinary people. This Master Ma was obviously a man with a story.

Lu Bocheng only said that he moved to Fengting Town a few years ago with his sick wife and no children. He said that his sons had all died on the battlefield. He took his wife to a different environment for recuperation. He opened the Yangwei Martial Arts School in the town and accepted several apprentices. He accepted them as disciples and didn’t ask them to pay tuition or anything. He didn’t do anything to make a living. A few years ago, seeing that Lu Bocheng liked boxing and kung fu and was a sincere person, he accepted him.

The four of them came to the backyard, and Su Qingyu saw a middle-aged woman, dressed simply and thin, carrying a kettle to water the flowers. She had a pretty face, and her face was pale, with a hint of illness and a trace of insoluble sadness.

“Li Niang, Madam Bocheng is here to see you.”

The woman turned her head upon hearing the voice, looked at Su Qingyu, smiled at her, put down the kettle, and called her over.

Su Qingyu heard that she was not feeling well, so she hurried over in three or two steps, supported her, and helped her to sit down at a table.

“You sit down too, thank you for coming to see me.” Ma Shi Niang called Su Qingyu, and they exchanged a few words of greeting.

After a while, a young woman came over and served a pot of tea and snacks, and stood behind Ma Shi Niang.

Su Qingyu saw that she was combing her hair like a woman, and glanced at her.

“Try the snacks brought by Bocheng’s family. I just saw them and thought they were so exquisite. A few monkeys had already snatched them. I would have snatched them regardless of my status.”

Master Ma said softly to his wife, picked up a piece for her, and put it on the plate in front of her.

“Really? Wow, it’s really exquisite. How are they made?”

“This is lotus pastry, swan pastry, and white jade cake. Madam Ma, try it.”

“Oh, it looks like real lotus. I thought it was a real lotus at first glance. The swan is also lifelike. How is it made? It’s really beautiful. Is this white jade cake? It’s as white as a piece of jade. I can’t bear to eat it.”

“Then I’ll eat it first.” Master Ma saw that his wife was just looking at it, so he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

“Hmm, crispy, sweet, not greasy, delicious.”

Madam Ma saw her husband praising it, and she couldn’t help but pick it up and put it in her mouth.

And Lu Bocheng couldn’t help it a long time ago, swallowing it in three or two bites. He couldn’t help but reach for the plate again…

“It tastes so good. You must have had some kind of adventure, right? To be able to make such beautiful and delicious pastries,” Madam Ma said, looking at Su Qingying.

Author’s Note ^[2]Regarding silk, I have read some related reports before, so I added this plot. For example, to distinguish whether silk is real or fake, some people will cut a small piece to burn. If it burns slowly … Continue reading

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