CHAPTER 133: CHAPTER 133: THE MEALS MY WIFE MAKES FOR ME ARE SIMPLY UNSTOPPABLE

Tang Zan glanced at the legs of the two men, then looked at his own leg, his eyes somewhat dark.

He had also seen the legs of Lin Yu and Lin Hong, which were difficult to treat, but not without the possibility of healing.

It’s just that few people possess such medical skills.

But his meridians had completely disappeared, managing to save this leg was already a testament to Pei Shu’er’s incredible medical skills.

Tang Zan looked again at the bright and captivating Pei Shu’er.

His heart suddenly ached a little.

Someone as good as her could actually find a healthy, noble man.

He had even thought about letting go of Pei Shu’er’s hand, allowing her to seek her happiness.

But this thought only existed for a moment, and his heart was occupied by those negative emotions.

He was selfish, he was stubborn, he wanted to keep her.

Whenever he thought of a healthy person having her, he was so angry that he wanted to tear that person to pieces.

Unless he died.

Otherwise, he couldn’t bear to watch Pei Shu’er leave.

Tang Zan turned around to leave, but Pei Shu’er spoke up.

"Let me see how your leg is recovering."

Others who were about to leave also returned.

During this time, Tang Zan’s leg had already healed from inflammation.

Pei Shu’er didn’t check daily, instead she prepared pills for Tang Zan.

These pills were brewed with Spiritual Spring Water and herbs, and their effect was quite good.

Tang Zan stopped in his tracks, then turned and walked towards Pei Shu’er.

Pei Shu’er squatted down and looked at Tang Zan’s left leg.

The scar on that leg was still hideous, but the skin had grown over it, covering the previous wounds, with pink new flesh all around.

Pei Shu’er poked it with her finger, and Tang Zan’s foot almost jolted electrically.

He swallowed, his gaze turning elsewhere.

Pei Shu’er thought Tang Zan was in pain, so she poked it again.

"Does it hurt?"

Tang Zan’s voice was hoarse, as he shook his head.

Pei Shu’er said, "You can switch to a different medicine now. After taking it for another month, you can have surgery. Then I’ll reconnect your meridians."

Tang Zan was stunned, his eyes full of shock.

Pei Shu’er smiled, "Don’t worry, your leg will be fine."

Tang Zan nodded, but still sighed inwardly.

Pei Shu’er probably was comforting him again.

As the saying goes, one feels one’s own warmth and cold. Doesn’t he know his own body?

Because of this injured leg, his inner strength couldn’t even circulate for one cycle, so he rarely used inner strength, which could easily lead to madness.

Pei Shu’er gave the medicine to Tang Zan and let everyone go to rest.

When they reached the door, Pei Shu’er stopped and looked at Tang Zan.

"Remember to have the kitchen prepare breakfast for you before you go to the camp tomorrow."

After pausing, she added, "Never mind, I’ll make breakfast for you tomorrow morning."

Because the potatoes had been harvested, Pei Shu’er had been quite busy these days and hadn’t shared various novel ways to eat potatoes with everyone.

So, tomorrow morning, she planned to make breakfast for Tang Zan while teaching everyone how to prepare potatoes.

There were many methods, after all, potatoes in modern times had been developed in various ways.

Mashed potatoes, potato pancakes, sautéed potato shreds, fried potato strips, vegetable potato shreds, even in octopus balls, there’s a trace of potato.

When morning came and everyone heard Pei Shu’er would teach them to prepare potatoes, they were somewhat surprised.

People generally didn’t like eating potatoes, watery potatoes tasted bad, sandy ones could choke.

However, after using fermented bean curd, the situation improved slightly.

But after eating boiled potatoes for so many days, people were a bit tired of them.

When Pei Shu’er peeled the potatoes, explaining and preparing as she went, people were stunned.

Turns out there were so many ways to prepare potatoes.

Tang Zan had gone to the military camp these days, but these criminals who voluntarily joined the camp were allowed to return home when off duty.

Soldiers were also allowed to return home at night, after all, they had crops to tend.

Sometimes Tang Zan returned during the day, sometimes at night, but each time he returned, there was always good food.

When he left, Pei Shu’er would instruct others to prepare some meals to take to the camp.

The lunchbox Pei Shu’er used was quite insulated, purposely styled in an ancient form.

Every time Tang Zan took out the lunchbox, there was always a group of hungry-eyed soldiers around.

While others ate boiled potatoes with cabbage.

Tang Zan leisurely opened the lunchbox.

The food inside was still steaming hot.

The top layer was a plate of wild boar meat, not only lacking the gamey smell but filled with a mouthwatering aroma, making everyone swallow their saliva.

The second layer was a vinegar-stir fried cabbage, the sour flavor wafting out and opening the appetite.

The third layer was sautéed potato shreds, fried golden and crispy, with a tantalizing scent of oil and fried potatoes.

Just when everyone thought there was nothing left, the fourth layer revealed a bowl of vegetable soup.

This meal was rich even on normal days, but at this time, so rich that others wanted to hit him.

However, this new recruit seemed to have Zhang Feng’s backing, allegedly named Lin Zhi, personally didn’t appear easy to mess with.

Tang Zan adapted well to his new identity as Lin Zhi, making it convenient for him to move within the camp and search for truth.

Tang Zan revealed a smug smile, with a hint of helplessness.

"Nothing can be done, my wife specially makes this for me, and she wouldn’t be happy if I didn’t let her."

This statement sparked a wave of envy and jealousy.

Tang Zan ate slowly, elegantly.

People beside him swallowed frequently, some couldn’t control themselves, and saliva unknowingly dripped onto the ground.

Tang Zan smiled, eating slowly, his eyes shining.

Truly, Pei Shu’er’s culinary skills were exceptional.

Tang Zan had a large appetite, everyone expected he’d leave some, but he didn’t, he ate everything.

After finishing, it was time for the daily patrol.

During this period, the Dazi had challenged outside the city gates several times, but General Zhao hadn’t let anyone out to fight.

If you can’t even fill your stomach, going to war would be foolish, wouldn’t it?

After all, this was the borderland, they didn’t seek expansion, just wanted to hold the current territory.

However, the gate was quite simple, it had been breached by the Dazi several times, almost breaking into the General’s Tent.

General Zhao was so worried his head was nearly bald.

The Dazi grew increasingly outrageous, not fighting seemed out of the question, so Lu Yuan led men out for battle.

Tang Zan’s bravery was evident at this time.

When he killed, his eyes were cold, without a trace of emotion, not even an expression.

As if he was a machine specialized in killing.

This time, the Dazi had a small squad of a thousand, merely cavalry harassing the border.

Usually, these cavalry would ravage and plunder before returning to their original unit.

Tang Zan was an infantryman, when these people arrived, he flipped and mounted the Dazi’s horse.

Killed the riding Dazi.

He fought so valiantly, like a god of war had descended.