Female Supreme: Population is in crisis, I have a fruit-bearing tree

The carriage was shaking all the way, but it would take several days to reach Sanchuan.

They undoubtedly stayed in the wilderness at night. They did come across an inn on the way, but it was still early and would have wasted a lot of time.

"I won't eat these tonight. It's too dry."

Su Qinghe stopped Ling Feng from opening the secret compartment and asked him to get up and get out of the car.

Ling Feng guessed without much thought that she wanted to eat hot food, and when she came down, she indeed brought a small iron pot.

Seeing that she was setting up the pot alone, he quickly told Xiaoying and the driver to collect firewood.

"There is plenty of firewood in this wilderness. Just pick up some around. Don't go too far." Su Qinghe said lightly with his head down.

The two of them took the order and left. Ling Feng walked to Su Qinghe and watched her work carefully.

It is not uncommon for people who travel far away to carry this kind of pot.

"There is a stream not far away. Where did you put the water?" Ling Feng pointed in a direction.

Su Qinghe dusted off her body and stood up, her eyes fixed on his stomach.

"Do you still want to fetch water in this state?"

Ling Feng frowned. "I just can't fight too hard. I'm not a cripple. After all, I've practiced martial arts for many years, so I can still lift a bucket of water."

Su Qinghe smiled without saying anything and turned to the rear of the carriage.

Ling Feng followed her and saw that she had somehow opened a large secret compartment, which was filled with many fresh vegetables, even some meat, and some miscellaneous bottles and jars.

"There are so many of them. Even if the weather is cool, they will go bad in two days if they are sealed inside," he kindly reminded.

"If I say no, then I won't."

Su Qinghe didn't even look at him, took out the bucket, picked up some fresh vegetable leaves and put them into the bucket.

"Your belly... I'm afraid you'll fall into the river while washing vegetables."

She turned and glanced at him.

"I'll go wash them. You cut the ribs and make soup tonight. Remember to cut them into big chunks."

After saying that, without waiting for Ling Feng to reply, he picked up the bucket and walked towards the water source.

Ling Feng opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing.

Forget it, he was not idle anyway, but he had never seen a woman take the initiative to wash vegetables, that was a man's job.

After staring at her back for a moment, he turned his head and fixed his eyes on the flesh.

She didn't bring much meat, which should be enough to finish in two or three days, but there were a lot of vegetables.

Without thinking too much, he picked out a piece of ribs from it. Since she said she wanted to stew the ribs, this was it.

What does he use to cut...?"

Ling Feng searched in the trunk but couldn't find the kitchen knife he wanted.

He stood there stupidly for a moment, thinking that Su Qinghe should have reached the stream and would be back soon, so he became a little anxious.

After thinking for a while, he thought of his sword lying in the carriage.

But... frowning, Ling Feng finally took out the sword.

"Son."

Just as he pulled out the sword, Xiaoying and the others came back. He turned around and saw that they were carrying a lot of firewood, but his attention was on the sword at Xiaoying's waist.

He quickly put away his sword.

"Give me your sword."

"?" Xiaoying was puzzled and looked at the things in front of Lingfeng. She had a bad feeling.

"Sir, don't you have a sword yourself?" he said.

He was somewhat reluctant to give it, but under Ling Feng's intimidation, he still handed it over obediently.

Ling Feng took it with satisfaction and started to cut the meat on the chopping board without hesitation.

With a few "snapping" sounds, the ribs were cut into even pieces. He wiped the sword clean with a handkerchief and returned it to Xiaoying.

"Let me use your sword a few times."

Xiaoying was speechless. She took it silently and went to make a fire with the driver.

When the fire was burning vigorously, Su Qinghe also came back.

Looking at the neatly cut ribs on the chopping board, Su Qinghe couldn't help but tease. "Nice sword."

Ling Feng didn't say anything, his expression looked a little unnatural, and he silently took the things in Su Qinghe's hand.

"Can you cook?" Su Qinghe went to the back of the car and took out the seasonings.

"Isn't it just pouring it in and cooking it?" Ling Feng said as a matter of course.

Pour half of the water in the bucket into the pot, then put the ribs in.

That’s right. Su Qinghe was speechless and quickly stopped him.

"Wait until the water boils."

Ling Feng also knew that it was not as simple as he thought. He followed Su Qinghe's instructions step by step, and things went smoothly.

After the pot of meat was ready, Su Qinghe took out the bowls and chopsticks.

Ling Feng took the soup spoon and first served a bowl to Su Qinghe, and left the rest to Xiaoying.

Being able to eat such hot food in the wilderness at night, everyone enjoyed the meal and felt much warmer.

"Eat more. It's cold at night. We only stew meat at night. This is the only meal of the day that can replenish the body."

Seeing that Ling Feng seemed to have lost his appetite after drinking just a small bowl, Su Qinghe frowned and reminded him, then got up and went to the car to get him some dried radish.

"You can only eat a small spoonful." She scooped out a spoonful and put it into the small plate she brought with her.

Ling Feng pursed his lips, not knowing what to say about Su Qinghe's strict control over him, but he didn't dare to confront her.

Carefully dragging the plate in front of him, he counted them carefully. There were twelve grains in this spoonful. If he wanted to eat more meat, he couldn't eat them one at a time.

After thinking it through, he decisively picked up one first. Halfway through eating, a pair of chopsticks reached out from the side.

Just as it was about to hit a grain, he quickly stretched out his chopsticks to block it.

"this is mine."

Turning his head to look at the owner of the chopsticks, Ling Feng frowned and spoke seriously.

Su Qinghe smiled awkwardly, but still didn't take back her chopsticks. "I'll just eat one, not more."

The soup was bland, and she was halfway through when she wanted something savory, but she had already put the jar back in the car and she was too lazy to get it.

Ling Feng was silent for a moment, then slowly stood up. "I'll get it for you."

Su Qinghe was stunned and stared at his back in a daze. After he went in, she decisively took a grain from his plate.

Ling Feng came out quickly, handed the jar to Su Qinghe and sat back in his original seat.

"You ate mine?"

After a while, he turned his head back to Su Qinghe. Although he was asking a question, his tone was affirmative.

Su Qinghe narrowed her eyes, opened the jar and scooped out a small spoonful.

"I really wanted to eat just now, so I'll give it to you."

Seeing the small half spoonful of bright color, Ling Feng's eyes lit up and he motioned for her to put it on the plate.

Su Qinghe grinned and shook her hands as he stared at her.

A small square piece of dried radish rolled from the spoon to the plate.

"Okay, it's complete."

Su Qinghe poured the rest into her own bowl, sealed the jar again without hesitation and put it back in the car.

Ling Feng's face darkened. He glanced at her back, took the plate and silently changed seats with Xiaoying.

Knowing that she was teasing him on purpose, he felt a little angry, but he couldn't do anything about it.

The things were hers, and that woman was moody and even broke her promise today. He was afraid that if he said something, he would lose everything.