C49 (1/2)

Fortunately, there were still many mushrooms by the lake, so he could only take a step back.

By dusk, their group had already dug up two big baskets.

Old man Xia, who was in charge of the kitchen, didn't know that this thing could be eaten, so Lu Qing taught him how to do it. However, Lu Qing forgot that during this period of time, when the cooking hadn't started and was mainly done with stewing and stewing, he couldn't help but hang his head in dejection.

That night, Lu Qing gloomily ate a bowl of mutton stewed with mushrooms. The taste was very strange, but the soldiers were eating with relish. They hadn't eaten any vegetables for many days, right?

This included Yu Mingchuan, who looked as if his appetite was about to explode. It was unknown if it was because of the salt or the mushrooms.

Luqing could not help but feel pity for these people, thinking that in the twenty-first century, if she couldn't eat anything delicious, she could capture all of them with just a hot pot.

Sigh, I better find a time to make some tofu for myself and find a blacksmith to cook for me.

After returning that night, Yu Mingchuan was still willing to help Lu Qingshui. Lu Qing could no longer be bothered to resist, so just treat it as someone serving him.

This person seemed to be quite nice apart from this strange habit. He didn't give her any killing intent for the past two days. He looked very calm … Satisfaction.

Yes, satisfaction, especially when you bathe her.

”Yu Mingchuan, can I participate in the training every morning?”

When Lu Qing accidentally caught a glimpse of those military men practicing their weapons this morning, his hands started to itch. She currently ate a lot every day and lacked any exercise. She estimated that she would turn into a pig after one winter.

The hand that was rubbing Lu Qing's knee stopped for a moment before continuing, ”Teach me your fist art first.”