Traveling through an ancient military camp: Bao'er's survival song

A steamed bun shop in a small town on the outskirts of Beijing.

The waiter, now free, leaned against the counter and made a bet with the new apprentice. He gestured with his chin toward a table of two near the door, gesturing for the apprentice to look, and said, "Well? I bet that young master in the thick cloak won't get to eat those buns."

The apprentice nervously stared at the table of customers: "He's taken it, Brother Wang, he picked up a steamed bun!"

The waiter scoffed, "Calm down, did you see him bite?"

"It's in my mouth, Brother Wang, it's in my mouth! Hey, hey, hey? Why did you put it down again? Eat it, eat it!"

The waiter chuckled, calmly watching the young apprentice dangling precariously from the customer's half-hearted attitude. "Hmph," he thought, "doesn't he know that spoiled brat over there? He's probably the only rich kid in the world who only cares about the smell of the buns! He's got that two coins in his pocket today."

At the dinner table, Liu Shu was stunned by Li Bao'er's frequent fake eating, which made him afraid to eat the bun: "Bao'er, what are you doing?"

Li Bao'er ignored Liu Shu. While she was pretending to eat by frequently picking up buns, putting them to her mouth, and then putting them down, her eyes were fixed on the street outside the door.

After faking eating more than ten times, Li Bao'er slammed down her chopsticks in frustration: "I look like a complete idiot!"

Liu Shu looked constipated, wanting to laugh but not daring to, and finally asked weakly, "Baby, can I eat this bun? I'm hungry..."

Li Bao'er then noticed that Liu Shu was sitting upright next to her, just like a primary school student listening to a lesson, and the basket of steamed buns in front of him had not been touched.

"Forget it, let's eat!" Li Bao'er dejectedly picked up a steamed bun, put it to her mouth and just took a bite. Before she could even bite through the bun skin, the chubby, fair-skinned young man with a topknot appeared "whoosh" from the other side of the square dining table.

Li Bao'er slammed her chopsticks down again: "Damn it!"

Liu Shu was startled by Li Bao'er's actions and then heard Li Bao'er say, "Dad is going to buy some oranges. You stay here and don't move." After saying that, Li Bao'er lifted her bottom and stepped out of the steamed bun shop.

Liu Shu heard a burst of cheers and curses coming from the steamed bun shop counter. He glanced over and couldn't help but mutter, "Being with Bao'er is really... fun."

Panting, Li Bao'er, who had followed the chubby young man to a secluded spot, finally spoke up after holding it in for so long: "Before we get down to business, I have two questions. Couldn't you have teleported me here? Did you really have to experience the joys of walking like a mortal? And why can't I eat these steamed buns? Why are you so fixated on this steamed bun shop?"

The young man chuckled, waved his hand and conjured a long bench, then sat down and said, "Sister, sit down and rest your feet. You can eat steamed buns, right? It's just that the first steamed bun was a turning point; you didn't eat the next two. You could have easily taken out a steamed bun and eaten it while walking!"

Li Bao'er gritted her teeth in anger. Is this guy related to Peng Zizheng? Is he trying to mess with me with this kind of sophistry?

But her anger was only momentary; what could she do? In this world, she only dared to bully the Eighth Prince, and that was only because he liked her. What could she do with this neither-here-nor-there, neither-ghost-nor-demon young man in front of her? She could only obediently sit on that bench and rest her feet!