Divorced woman with child travels through time

Chapter 292 Is that your man?

Chen Wenfang went to the kitchen, got some flour, and started making pancakes. The girl obediently came over to tend the fire.

Chen Wenfang wondered when her husband would catch up with her. She was making pancakes while lost in thought.

She cut some pork, but then realized that the shop owner and all the staff were dead. So she decided to just chop all the meat up and eat it on the way.

Chen Wenfang chopped off a portion of the seven or eight pounds of pork to use as filling, added some chives and cabbage, stir-fried it until fragrant, wrapped it in a pancake, and started pan-frying it. She was busy cutting meat as she fried it, and when the pancake was cooked, she fed one to the girl sitting by the fire.

Soon Qian'er arrived, drawn by the aroma. Seeing the girl beside her eating with gusto, she was about to get angry.

Chen Wenfang smiled and said, "Miss Qian'er is awake? Here, have a pancake." With that, she handed over a meat pancake that looked very appetizing.

The fire that Qian'er had just lit went out again. The meat pie had a soft and chewy exterior but was golden brown. Ninety percent of the meat pie was made of lean and fatty pork, seasoned with a little chives. The oil had seeped into the dough, and with one bite, your mouth was filled with the aroma of meat. "Wow, it's so delicious..." Qian'er couldn't help but praise it, and then she grabbed another pie in her hand, one in each hand.

The maidservant next to her quickly devoured a pancake, desperately wanting more, but hesitated to take one when she saw Qian'er beside her.

Seeing this, Chen Wenfang casually took another one and handed it to her, saying, "You're not full, are you? Have another one, there are plenty here."

Qian'er stopped and looked around, seeing the basket full of food on the stove and more than a dozen meat patties stuck in the pot. She silently continued eating without saying a word.

The girl took the pancake from inside and started eating it again, as if afraid it would be snatched away.

After handing over the pancake, Chen Wenfang continued cutting meat. There was a lot of meat, and her hand hurt from cutting, so she slowed down. Qian'er, seeing her struggling, said, "Move aside, I'll do it." As she spoke, she ate the pancake with one hand and drew her sword with the other, making a series of seemingly random, chaotic cuts on the cutting board before sheathing the sword.

When Chen Wenfang saw that the meat had been neatly sliced ​​into thin pieces after she finished chopping it, she couldn't help but give her a thumbs up and say, "Amazing! You are the most amazing swordsman I have ever seen."

Qian'er left satisfied, and casually took two more cakes with her.

Just as Qian'er was about to leave, Chen Wenfang suddenly realized something and asked, "Miss Qian'er, did you kill someone with your sword yesterday? Have you washed it?"

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold, and Qian'er said somewhat awkwardly, "It's okay, I've already wiped it off." She then left.

Chen Wenfang paused in cutting the meat, then continued cutting the meat into smaller pieces. Oh well, it'll be cooked and sterilized at high temperature anyway, so it's all edible. It doesn't matter. I can't just throw it away; there's so much meat.

Chen Wenfang worked for two whole hours to process all the meat. She rendered a jar of lard from the fatty meat, and stir-fried the lean meat first, then dried it until it was half-dry, so it could be eaten directly later.

The girl, who had been tending the fire in the kitchen, ate seven meat pies the whole time, which shocked Chen Wenfang. Seven such small pies, no bigger than the palm of her hand—wasn't she worried about getting sick?

As Chen Wenfang finished packing the meat and flatbread and was about to leave, Ru'er entered the kitchen, grabbed two flatbreads, and casually said, "Wrap things up, I'm leaving..."

Chen Wenfang silently thought to herself, "Am I not wrapping things? Do you need to tell me?" But she just obediently followed them out.

Well, luckily, there were two horses left behind by the two flower thieves, so Chen Wenfang and the maid each rode one horse and followed the two of them. Of course, Chen Wenfang naturally put the big bag of meat pies she had made on Qian'er's horse. However, because Chen Wenfang and the maid were really bad at riding horses, they were too slow. In the end, each of them rode one horse and the two sisters rode at full speed. Chen Wenfang didn't have a chance to leave any trace for Wang Erniu.

Meanwhile, Wang Erniu, having endured wind and rain along the way, searched everywhere for clues left by Chen Wenfang, fearing he might be heading in the wrong direction. He naturally guessed that some people in the capital probably wanted to see Chen Wenfang.

Although he only found a few traces left by Chen Wenfang and nothing more, he still headed straight for the capital. Sure enough, three days later, he received a message from Qi Lue and several of his brothers via carrier pigeon. It was indeed the capital. If there were no surprises, it should be the people from Prince De's mansion who took Chen Wenfang away. Wang Erniu received the message, released the pigeon, and found a place to get a token. He thought he would never need it in his life, but unexpectedly, he still had to borrow this favor. Without further ado, Wang Erniu set off for the capital to seek help. It was time for some people to step out of seclusion.

Aside from the mess they encountered at the mountain inn, Chen Wenfang and her group of four had an incredibly smooth journey from then on. This was because Ru'er and the three of them didn't stay in inns at all. They would either stay in dilapidated temples or in the wilderness, casually lighting a fire and lying down on the ground or leaning against their horses. In short, they didn't stay in inns.

Chen Wenfang wailed in despair. What was she supposed to do with the money? Fortunately, the two sisters were quite skilled. They hunted pheasants, ducks, and even wild boars, so they had plenty of game and meat every day. They even managed to spear a fish once. Chen Wenfang couldn't understand how they could spear a fish with a sword. However, Chen Wenfang was also quite good at grilling fish. In any case, the food was relatively good, although there weren't many seasonings, just some salt and the like, and a jar of lard that Chen Wenfang had brought with her.

Several more days passed, and Chen Wenfang lost track of whether it was March or April. All she knew was that her lard was almost gone. Finally, they saw the city gates of the capital. The city walls were incredibly high; an ordinary person could never climb them. The three enormous characters on the gate read "Jinglong Gate," and Chen Wenfang was momentarily stunned. Truly worthy of being the ancient capital of eight dynasties. Grand and imposing. They entered the city and found an inn. Chen Wenfang lay paralyzed on the bed, unable to move for a long time. Seeing her lifeless state, no one spoke. Exhausted from the journey, she went to wash herself.

Chen Wenfang sighed. This girl, Ru'er, had this one good point: she liked to sleep in. Hehe, that's just what she liked too. She slept straight until the sun was high in the sky the next day. Chen Wenfang was staring blankly at the crowds of people flowing by on the street from the window of her room.

"Let's go..." Ru'er and Qian'er stood at the door and said casually.

The girl immediately rolled off the bed, put on her shoes, and rushed out. She seemed very afraid of them, except for Chen Wenfang, whom she secretly talked to at night.

Chen Wenfang obediently took her things and went downstairs with them. Then they checked into the inn across the street...

Chen Wenfang didn't understand what this was all about, but she had to follow instructions, and she soon found out.

Because Ru'er and Qian'er were also peering out the window, pointing at the tall, travel-worn man who rushed into the inn, they asked Chen Wenfang, who had to hide in a corner, "Is that your man? He's not that good-looking."

Chen Wenfang watched as the dust-covered, unshaven man emerged from the inn, looking dejected, and walked away with heavy steps. Suddenly, tears streamed down her face…