Chapter 257: Chapter 257

Tang Zan’s expression was quite stiff and cold, not because he cared about the bit of food, but because he disliked Yan Huan Yu. This person always had the ability to attract Pei Shu’er’s attention away.

Yan Huan Yu had a sweet mouth, praising while eating.

"Sister, your sweet and sour ribs are too delicious, and they are really sweet. Paired with vinegar, it’s perfect."

"This sweet and sour fish is also very tasty. I didn’t know fish could be so fresh, I always thought it was all fishy. Tomorrow, I must let people catch more fish quickly."

Pei Shu’er laughed and said, "You seem to love sweet foods. In that case, why not take some white sugar back with you later?"

Yan Huan Yu didn’t know what this thing was, but as long as it had something to do with sugar, it must be very good—definitely sweet!

He nodded, "In that case, I will accept your offer respectfully."

Saying this, the smile on Yan Huan Yu’s face grew even broader.

After returning to the military camp, he was stopped by Zhang Feng as he passed by him.

Yan Huan Yu tugged on the reins and smiled at him.

"Commander, what can I do for you?"

Zhang Feng said, "Get off your horse, I have something important to tell you."

Yan Huan Yu slung the package over his shoulder, dismounted, and instructed the soldier who ran over, "Take the horse to the stable."

He then walked toward Zhang Feng.

But just as he approached, Zhang Feng snatched the package from him in one swift move. Yan Huan Yu widened his eyes, anxiously reaching out to grab it back.

"What are you doing, Commander Zhang? This is an important letter; it’s confidential."

Zhang Feng chuckled twice.

"Come on now; everyone knows you’re a cunning one. This is clearly the gift Pei Shu’er gave you. Everyone knows how generous the people from the Third House are. I’m here specifically to ambush you!"

With that, Zhang Feng ran off with the package.

Yan Huan Yu, pale-faced, chased after him, muttering as he pursued.

His preserves, his Cloud Cake, his white sugar.

Yan Huan Yu had recently been struck by an arrow during a Dazi raid, and his injuries were severe, making the chase incredibly arduous.

Even so, he wouldn’t give up his delicacies.

Unfortunately, Zhang Feng was slippery too, running and eating at the same time. After taking a bite of the preserves, he let out a "huh?".

"How could there be such sweet preserves in the world? Was what I used to eat fake?"

As he spoke, he shoved more into his mouth, much like Pigsy savoring human fruit.

Yan Huan Yu chased with both heartache and determination.

When Zhang Feng tasted the Cloud Cake, he praised again.

"Pei Shu’er truly is a remarkable woman; only she can make such delicious Cloud Cake."

Yan Huan Yu felt even more heartache.

"Commander Zhang, Commander Zhang, I don’t need all of it, just give me a little."

Zhang Feng snorted, "Do you think I don’t know? You’re agile, and if you get this package, you’d surely run. Is it easy for me to get a bite of your stuff?"

He had been running for quite some time, almost out of breath; when had he ever exercised this much?

As the two chased each other, Zhang Feng suddenly noticed five or six commanders of varying sizes appearing in front of him.

He twitched his mouth, cursing aloud.

"Not now, you shameless lot."

Saying this, Zhang Feng tried to turn around.

But with his mouth full of sugar, Zhang Feng got blocked and was robbed.

He was exasperated, but with those being friends, who could he complain to?

Yan Huan Yu grabbed Zhang Feng, shaking his armor vigorously.

"Commander Zhang, my white sugar, my Cloud Cake, my preserves! If you hadn’t run, we could have split it evenly. There’s plenty!"

Zhang Feng was a bit embarrassed. Usually easygoing, now he also felt shy. He touched his nose and pretended to be fierce, slapping Yan Huan Yu’s hand away.

"What’s this, what’s this? I’m the commander, and you, a subordinate, dare lay hands on me. What’s wrong with eating a bit of your stuff?"

After saying this, he went to snatch the food from the others.

If he could get just one piece, it’d be worth it!

Else, he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night.

At this moment, a cough sounded—it was General Zhao, who’d heard of the commotion here and came over to check it out.

Then he saw these people tangled together in a fight.

He yelled angrily, "Separate, do you still remember military law?"

Everyone separated, and at this point, General Zhao noticed people gulping down whatever was in their mouths, and someone trying to hide a package behind their back.

Then someone else snatched it.

He said, "Zhang Liu, what’s that behind you? Bring it over!"

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Zhang Liu walked up and handed the package to General Zhao, his hand seemingly glued to it until General Zhao gave him a stern look and he let go.

General Zhao opened it and found preserves.

He hadn’t intended to try it, but the sweetness was really tempting, and the camp food was very monotonous.

In a moment of weakness, he took a piece and put it in his mouth.

Then, his eyes widened slightly, and he stopped chewing.

Why were these preserves so sweet, sweet to the heart without being cloying?

He took another piece and put it in his mouth, hearing people around him swallow.

General Zhao sneered, "This is confiscated. Next time, face military law."

With that, General Zhao walked off carrying the package.

At the corner, everyone saw General Zhao stuff a piece of Cloud Cake into his mouth.

General Zhao, the clever finch, chooses the right moment.

Yan Huan Yu was the most distressed, his wound had reopened, and the things that belonged to him were all taken.

He decided that next time, if he went to the Deserted Mountain and someone called him on the road, he wouldn’t stop.

The next morning, when Pei Shu’er went out early, she saw Tang Zan standing at her door with his things packed.

She was taken aback, "You’re so badly injured, are you going to the military camp?"

Why love fighting and roughhousing so much?

Tang Zan’s face cooled.

"Can’t I go to the military camp to recuperate?"

Pei Shu’er gave him a thumbs up, "Of course you can."

Liu Xu and Tang Qingning looked complicated.

Their Zan’er, truly can’t be without Shu’er for a day.

In fact, Tang Zan just wanted to watch over Pei Shu’er; he had been feeling unsettled recently.

Especially remembering when Pei Shu’er was taken by the Dazi, the feeling of panic to near suffocation was still fresh in his memory.

Pei Shu’er said, "Alright, but with your foot, you probably can’t ride a horse; it’s prone to act up."

Tang Zan said, "No problem, you can just take me with you, can’t you?"

Pei Shu’er: "... Can I not take you?"

Tang Zan smiled, "Of course you can, it’s just that now in the military camp, there might still be Dazi hidden."

Pei Shu’er gnashed her teeth, no wonder the Gulan Military Camp was destroyed a year later, with the Dazi marching south.

Even a few Dazi have been hard to capture for long.

This Gulan Military Camp’s efficiency is really too low.