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"The taste is not bad. Make something else tonight, and prepare an extra portion."
Originally, Yan Zhouwan felt somewhat pleased; at least he was eating, just that the food didn't suit his taste. Watching him finish what she had made even brought her a hint of sweetness. However, when he spoke like this, she inexplicably felt a surge of anger. Who said he had thrown it away? Who said he didn't eat or take his medicine all day? Who said he couldn't take care of himself? So now, who was it that had eaten until full and then lay back down on the couch?
Who asked her to prepare two portions of food?
Two portions??
Could he eat that much?
The more Yan Zhouwan thought about it, the more uneasy she became, even clenching her fists in anger, trembling all over. Yet she managed to suppress her emotions well; she wanted to see who this extra portion was for.
Seeing him lie back down on the couch, she began to clean up the bowls and chopsticks.
"My leg isn't healed yet. After you're done, come over and massage it for me."
However, just as she picked up the tray and prepared to leave, Shen Muqing's voice lazily drifted over. Yan Zhouwan nearly stumbled and fell to the ground. Earlier, the Two Big Brothers hadn't mentioned needing her as a servant, and now he wanted a leg massage?
Just wait; I’ll make sure to break your legs later.
But despite her thoughts and anger, she still respectfully bent down and acknowledged him.
Thus, she took her time washing the bowls for an hour, wandering around the military camp in the meantime and even snacking on some wild fruits. By the time she reached Shen Muqing's tent, the sky was gradually darkening. Shen Muqing looked unwell, sitting on the couch with only half of his body covered by a blanket. He was dressed very lightly, his lips turning a shade of blue—whether from anger or coldness was unclear.
Upon seeing Yan Zhouwan, he directly lifted the blanket and coldly said:
"Massage my legs."
Yan Zhouwan's lips twitched as she stepped forward. Without saying a word, she mustered her strength and began to knead his legs. She expected him to scream or at least pull away, but instead, he closed his eyes and seemed to be enjoying it.
"Yes, just like that, very good."
He even offered a reminder.
Yan Zhouwan blinked in disbelief; her entire face contorted. It felt as if his legs were made of iron rather than flesh and bone. She was pinching and kneading, but this was hardly a massage.
However, since he was enjoying it, she decided to let him savor the moment. Consequently, her grip tightened even more. Yet, for a full two minutes, he didn't make a sound and kept his eyes closed in enjoyment.
At this point, Yan Zhouwan really couldn't be sure he was a normal person anymore.
To be more precise, her strength gradually eased because she was getting tired, sweating all over and feeling weak. Finally, she had to concede defeat:
"General, it's getting late; I need to go prepare dinner."
Shen Muqing finally opened his eyes and quietly regarded her for a moment before silently waving his hand.
Yan Zhouwan let out a deep breath and quickly slipped away.
Once she left, Shen Muqing finally broke character; his face was almost beyond description—twisted in pain and colorful with bruises.
He looked at his legs and thought, "What on earth? They don't even look like legs anymore!" They were covered in shades of blue and purple as if he had undergone severe torture. And the pain was excruciating. Did this woman not know to go easy?
He was still an injured man.
However, her arrival made him feel as if he had been reborn, and he felt much lighter overall.
Fortunately, this time he didn’t mistake her for someone else; otherwise, he would never have the chance to marry this woman in his lifetime.
For dinner, he prepared two stir-fried dishes and simmered bone soup, along with an extra serving of rice and congee. He had intended to invite someone to join him, but just as she set the food on the table, she heard Shen Muqing's voice say:
"Come over and give me a hand. I think your leg massage skills are too good; my legs have suddenly gone numb."
Um...
Was that a compliment or an insult? Yet, the fact that he didn’t curse despite claiming his legs were numb gave her a new understanding of him. In Xia Muxin's words, some people were just born to be annoying.
Still, she knew how much strength she had used and didn’t argue back. Instead, she obediently went to help him.
"Sit down and eat together. Eating alone is dull and tasteless; it really kills my appetite."
However, as she helped him sit down, Shen Muqing suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her down beside him. He pointed at another serving of rice and commanded her to eat.
At this point, Yan Zhouwan was completely bewildered. She even began to wonder if he had figured out her true identity and was just playing with her.
But after observing for a while, she couldn’t see anything unusual. Instead, she watched as he picked up his chopsticks and started eating, even placing some vegetables into her bowl.
"In the army, we eat quickly and don’t worry about manners. If you don’t eat, there won’t be any left."
Yan Zhouwan felt a bit flattered and no longer dared to look at him. She picked up her chopsticks and began to eat heartily without any grace. She was eating so fast that she couldn’t even tell what she was putting in her mouth. However, she managed to put down her bowl before Shen Muqing did.
"Although meals in the military camp emphasize speed, there's no rush to be reborn."
The last step was to drink the porridge, but when Shen Muqing reached the last sip, he could no longer hold back and spoke up. Yan Zhouwan was completely choked, not only did the bowl slip from her hands, but she also splattered Shen Muqing with porridge, along with the half-eaten rice, several dishes, and that bowl of porridge.
Fortunately, she had been cautious and didn't bring the medicine over, fearing he might ask her to pat his back again; otherwise...
She couldn't even imagine what would have happened.
"If you think I ate too much at noon, there's no need to reduce my dinner in this way. Just say it."
Shen Muqing looked straight at the blushing and awkward Yan Zhouwan, his voice cold and steady, showing no signs of blame or dissatisfaction.
"I... cough... cough... I'll go make another portion."
Upon hearing this, Yan Zhouwan felt her cough improve significantly. Whether it was due to being frightened or something else, she felt that Shen Muqing was acting strangely—strangely enough to send chills down her spine.
This version of him made her very uncomfortable; it seemed like everything was accommodating her.
"No need for that. Just clean up and bring the medicine over."
However, Shen Muqing dismissed her concern and stretched out his long arm to pull her shoulder closer. Yan Zhouwan was startled by his intimate gesture and was about to push him away when she heard him speak:
"A grown man shouldn't act all shy like a girl. Just help me over like you did before."
Once again, Yan Zhouwan was taken aback; perhaps she had overthought things. She began to reflect on whether she had come to the wrong place.
"Um... General, I noticed your expression isn't great. Are you feeling unwell?"
She helped him onto the couch and couldn't help but tease him.
"Yes, the person I admire spends all day flirting with other men, completely disregarding my feelings. I've been feeling unwell for over half a year now. Your eyes don't look so good either; it's no longer just a matter of feeling unwell, but rather that my heart is on fire."
"I'm going to wash the dishes."
Yan Zhouwan realized that no matter what identity she took on, she could never outtalk Shen Muqing. Despite his usual brevity, once he started speaking, it was hard to find a way to respond.
She remembered when she accidentally fell, Brother Sheng happened to pass by and helped her up. Shen Muqing saw it and the next day he came here directly.
Could it be that his earlier words were a complaint or perhaps a sign of jealousy?
Yan Zhouwan felt dizzy and confused, completely thrown off by him, and immediately dismissed her own thoughts.
He wouldn't be jealous...
Dazed, she finished washing the dishes and brought over the medicine. To her surprise, she saw several soldiers setting up another small bed in Shen Muqing's tent.
"General, you should drink the medicine while it's hot."
She presented the bowl of medicine but didn't dare to look at him again. After respectfully reminding him, she stood obediently to the side.
Shen Muqing took the bowl of medicine and waved for the others to leave before drinking it down eagerly.
"From now on, you'll sleep here. If anything happens at night, I can call for you."
"General, it seems that the older brothers didn't have a rule about keeping watch before."
Sharing a tent with him was a joke; what would happen if she accidentally exposed herself while turning over?
"Yes, who are they outside the tent? Do you want it to be like that?"
"......"
Outside the tent, in such cold weather, if she woke up in the middle of the night to see countless people standing at the foot of her bed, she would either be scared to death or utterly humiliated.
"Alright, get some rest early."
Seeing her troubled and frustrated expression, Shen Muqing smiled slightly, set the bowl aside, lay back on the bed, and said lightly.
Yan Zhouwan responded with an "oh," tidied up the medicine bowl, and left the tent. After washing the bowl, she wandered outside for nearly half an hour, freezing all over, unable to even move her fingers. Only then did she resign herself to re-entering the tent.
However, to her surprise, there was now a brazier inside the tent that hadn't been lit before. The charcoal inside was crackling, and the difference between outside and inside the tent was like heaven and earth.
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