Wow, this rough-around-the-edges pregnant wife is something else, she's incredibly ruthless!

"Here, have some soup to warm your stomach." Cheng Mian slowly ladled a bowl of pig's trotter soup and handed it to the woman sitting on the bed. He had already noticed that his wife's mood was not right, so he could only put on a gentle smile.

"You eat first, I'll come back and talk to you after I've seen the person out, okay?"

"He's still at our house."

After taking a sip of the hot soup, Sheng Zhuzhu's slightly negative emotions were suppressed.

He simply nodded to Cheng Mian before continuing to drink the soup in his hand.

The man raised his hand to wipe the soup stains from the corner of the woman's mouth, and Cheng Mian covered her exposed feet.

“He’s eating pig’s trotters in the kitchen. He’s been here all day and hasn’t eaten yet. It’s not very kind of us, the hosts, to do this. You stay inside and wait for me. I’ll be back in a bit.”

"Okay, go ahead!"

"gone."

As she got up and walked outside, Sheng Zhuzhu watched the man's departing figure and felt that her story just now was pretentious.

She was truly blessed to have such a busy and considerate husband.

To express her guilt towards Cheng Mian, Sheng Zhuzhu gave him face by drinking two bowls of pig's trotter soup and eating several pig's trotters tonight.

Meanwhile, Zhou Fu was still enjoying his meal in the kitchen. When Cheng Mian came in, Zhou Fu's head was almost buried in his bowl.

With his eyes slightly narrowed, Cheng Mian began to doubt whether his skills were really that good.

She glanced discreetly at the pot where most of the soup remained, then thought of the man who was still unconscious.

Cheng Mian went to the stove and ladled the remaining pig's trotters and soup into a new earthenware pot.

They also took out some of the remaining vegetables and fruits from the house. When Zhou Fu lifted his head from the bowl, there were already quite a few things piled up next to the two bags of grain.

Some of them he had never even seen before.

"Take all of these with you in a bit. I left some pig's trotter soup in this earthenware pot so your prince can drink it when he wakes up. And this is some fruit that your sister-in-law sent over earlier. It's very sweet and delicious. Take it and have a taste."

"These are the vegetables we have for now. If you need more later, there are some in an open area outside our yard. You can pick them yourself then."

"Well, Lord Cheng, then I won't stand on ceremony. You can calculate the cost, and I'll pay you back in full later."

Zhou Fu didn't hesitate. Anyway, the prince had plenty of money. The fact that they could eat such fresh fruits and vegetables at this time of year showed that Wuyou Valley had put in a lot of effort.

Cheng Mian waved his hand and said softly, "No need for money. It's our honor that you can come to Wuyou Valley. Besides, since you entrusted the people to me, I also have a responsibility to you. You can come to me anytime if you need anything."

The man's face was full of friendliness, and Zhou Fu couldn't say anything else for a moment. He could only smile and remember this kindness.

After eating and drinking my fill, I felt energetic all over. My head was no longer dizzy, my steps were no longer unsteady, and even my previously frozen toes began to warm up slowly.

Zhou Fu carried flour and rice in one hand and other things in the other as he returned to Zhou Yan's courtyard.

As for Cheng Mian, he washed up and went back to his room to coax his wife.

……

After placing the items in the small kitchen in the courtyard, Zhou Fu carried the steaming earthenware pot to Zhou Yan's house.

After lighting the candles in the room, the man first observed the person on the bed. Seeing that the man's breathing was still steady, Zhou Fu breathed a sigh of relief.

In the dim firelight, Zhou Fu fell asleep holding the earthenware pot.

The snow fell heavier and heavier in the latter half of the night, and Zhou Fuleng, who was fast asleep by the table, was awakened by a biting cold wind.

Then, his eyes cleared instantly, and Zhou Fu's dark eyes turned to the direction of the bed.

The man who should have been lying down was gone.

"Your Majesty."

Zhou Fu stood up from the stool, and the blanket covering him fell off.

Then a voice, neither too loud nor too soft, came from behind him. When Zhou Fu turned around, he saw Zhou Yan drinking a bowl of pig's trotter soup with gusto.

The man was wrapped in a thick gray-white cloak, and his pale face had a slight blush under the lamplight.

Of course, the biggest difference is the man's upright back.

Because of heart discomfort and aversion to cold, Zhou Yan hadn't stood up straight like this in a long time.

They either hunched over to relieve chest discomfort or were wrapped up tightly, making their originally robust bodies appear bloated and unhealthy.

But now, Zhou Fu seemed to see the man who had once accompanied him on his snowy expeditions in the northern border.

So majestic and towering.

"What are you looking at? Close the door."

As Zhou Yan slowly savored the hot soup in his hand, he glanced sideways at Zhou Fu, who was looking bewildered at the table.

It's also his fault for secretly going out to heat up the soup in the earthenware pot; otherwise, he wouldn't have woken the boy up.

The main reason was that he was too hungry, which pulled him directly out of his coma.

The physical comfort and pleasure restored light to Zhou Yan's previously empty eyes, and even the tone of his voice improved considerably.

Zhou Fu quickly turned around and closed the half-open door, then picked up the fallen mattress and put it aside.

"Why didn't Your Highness call me when you woke up?"

"sit."

Instead of answering his question, Zhou Yan pointed to the stool opposite him and said, "Who made this pig's trotter soup?"

"It's Master Cheng."

Sitting down on the bench, Zhou Fu glanced at Zhou Yan discreetly before recounting his experience of begging for food.

Zhou Yan didn't move, continuing to eat what was in his bowl. Only after finishing the entire pot of pig's trotter soup did the man wipe his mouth with a handkerchief from his sleeve.

"Keep a close eye on the situation at Worry-Free Valley from now on, and don't let any ungrateful bastards disturb it."

"My subordinates know."

"What explanation has Madam Meng given regarding my illness?"

When the man woke up, he noticed the gauze on his chest and recalled what the woman had told him earlier.

It's not hard to guess that she did use a lot of force; not just anyone would dare to remove sheet metal from the edge of the heart before.

She admired Meng Tong immensely and tacitly approved of the man from Wuyou Valley that Meng Tong had mentioned earlier.

Once he recovers from this injury, he will definitely repay all of this.

Zhou Fu brought over the special ointment and said, "Madam Meng instructed that this ointment should be applied every day from now on, and Your Highness, your body is severely depleted, so you also need to take good care of yourself. She didn't say anything else."

Holding the ointment in his hand, Zhou Yan carefully examined it with his lowered eyes, then twisted open the wooden stopper.

This is a medicinal ointment in a porcelain bottle, emitting a faint herbal fragrance, and its color is also pale green.

Zhou Yan applied a tiny bit with his hand and brought it to his nose to smell it. Although he wasn't sure what the medicinal herbs were, the more valuable ones were able to smell them.

This bottle must be worth at least a thousand taels of silver. It's certainly a rare find in a place like this.

After closing the lid, Zhou Yan and Zhou Fu got down to business.

Zhou Fu did not leave until it was fully light.