Seeing that Cheng Shuiyao hadn't walked out of what had just happened, Xiao Ji patted her on the shoulder and asked her to rest on her own for a while.

Cheng Shuiyao nodded and leaned over as she said.

She hadn't thought of a way to replenish the spiritual spring without knowing it, and she had walked for so long purely on her own physical strength.

Just now I had another battle of wits with the eldest lady, and she was already tired.

What the hell is this fate!

With a wail in her heart, Cheng Shuiyao closed her eyes and silently entered the space.

I don't know how far this exile is going, and if she continues to toss like this, her thin body may really be unbearable!

After drinking a few sips of spiritual spring water, Cheng Shuiyao finally relieved herself, sat in the space and began to think seriously about the rest of the things.

It's impossible to estimate exactly how far they've come, but if you look at the time, you'd have already walked almost half the way.

According to her vague memory of the original book, the final journey was not easy.

After all, some people don't want Xiao Ji to live.

But she can't remember the specific plot!

Scratching her head in distress, Cheng Shuiyao snorted, and her head hurt when she thought about it.

Now the only way to do this is to take one step at a time.

It's just that the journey is extremely hard now, and according to the current posture, Zijie and Ruxue should not be able to hold on.

Looking back at the vegetables that had not moved since they were planted, Cheng Shuiyao resigned himself to watering and left the space.

"What's wrong?"

Feeling the slight shaking of the people around her, Xiao Ji lowered her head, thinking that she was uncomfortable.

"It's fine." Cheng Shuiyao shook her head and looked outside.

Now that the snow is light, I think it will be a long time before I will set off again.

The only thing that can delay time is to eat.

Thinking about this, Cheng Shuiyao slowly approached Yang Qi.

"What's wrong with Mrs. Cheng?"

After the previous events, Yang Qi admired Cheng Shuiyao more and more.

A weak woman was tragically exiled on the day of her marriage, but not only did she not give up on herself, but gritted her teeth and survived.

This kind of perseverance is rare.

"Now that the wind and snow are a little lighter, it won't take long to think that it will be able to stop completely, so it's better to take advantage of this effort and I'll cook for everyone first."

Cheng Shuiyao's face was sincere, and people couldn't find anything wrong.

Although it was a little strange, Yang Qi didn't think much about it, and directly beckoned the soldiers to set up the stove and the like.

As usual, beckoning Xiao Ji to come over and light a fire, Cheng Shuiyao looked at the few ingredients, and it was a little difficult.

After all, it's hard for a good woman to cook without rice.

But thinking of the current situation, Cheng Shuiyao shrugged her shoulders, feeling that she had nothing to pick.

Fortunately, the seasonings are quite complete, and it is not difficult to make a delicious dish.

After thinking for a while, Cheng Shuiyao raised a smile on her face and confidently picked up the shovel.

Boil the water and serve the vegetables.

Cheng Shuiyao's little face next to the stove was steamed and reddened, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

The rice is poured into the pot and steamed at a high temperature, and many small bubbles come out.

The aroma of rice porridge spreads, but it is also mixed with a mouth-watering sweetness.

It's not the same rice porridge they've eaten before.

Everyone came to find out, but only saw that there were only rice grains in the pot.

"It's so strange, why is the porridge cooked by the Cheng family lady different from what ordinary people cook?"

A soldier couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart and asked directly.

"You can't just look at the surface."

Cheng Shuiyao smiled and used a shovel to remove the rice grains on the surface, revealing the sweet potatoes underneath.

"The sweet potato is sweet, as long as you master the heat, you can cook it extremely soft and glutinous, and it blends with this pot of rice soup."

Looking at everyone's expressions of sudden realization, Cheng Shuiyao spoke immediately.

"And sweet potatoes are also a hungry food, adding it to the rice soup, even if there are a little fewer rice grains, it is enough to eat."

I didn't expect this small pot of porridge to have so many mysteries, everyone was stunned for half a minute, and they all had a teachable expression.

It is shocking that these two ingredients, which are obviously extremely ordinary, have been skillfully fused into such a delicious thing by the lady's skillful hands.

"And I put some sugar in it, which can not only increase the taste of the mouth, but also replenish some energy for everyone."

With a smile and a groan, Cheng Shuiyao scooped the porridge and quietly poured the spiritual spring into it.

The rest is secondary, and the spiritual spring is the most important.

Ordinary ingredients to replenish physical strength are just a little supplement, and Lingquan is the thing that can really eliminate fatigue for everyone.

"I see that Mrs. Cheng has cooked a lot of porridge, everyone might as well come over and share a point, just to warm up."

Yang Qi suddenly spoke, with a slight smile on his face.

He is not the kind of person who is not approachable, but he is very willing to help these suffering people in any way he can.

Those who actually broke the law were often sentenced to death, and innocent relatives were exiled.

When the words fell, everyone's expressions were happy, and they were grateful to Yang Qi again and again.

They could never have imagined that they would be able to eat a hot bite of food on the way to exile.

"Don't worry, everybody."

Cheng Shuiyao is in charge of serving porridge, but she is not biased and completely treats everyone equally.

Yang Qi saw it in his eyes, and his evaluation of Cheng Shuiyao was a few points higher.

"Cheng Niangzi's skills are really good."

"It tastes better than anything in the restaurant."

"Yes, yes."

The people who received the porridge early took a few bites, and their expressions were all different degrees of surprise.

This is not a deliberate compliment, but a heartfelt evaluation.

Many of them have been to the most prosperous restaurants in the capital and tasted the delicacies there.

But none of them can compare with Cheng Niangzi's bowl of hot porridge.

Sure enough, it's a master in the folk!

Cheng Shuiyao shook her head modestly, but she knew in her heart that a large part of this praise had to be attributed to Lingquan.

Although her cooking skills are good, she is not good enough to make a bowl of hot porridge into a miracle effect.

But in this cold winter, drinking a bowl of hot porridge is the greatest blessing.

Cheng Shuiyao took a sip of porridge, and there was a little more tenderness in her eyes.

"Is it enough?"

Xiao Ji quietly came to her side at some point, and the porridge in her hand did not move at all.

"I'm enough, you can drink some too, and give the rest to Zijie and Ruxue."

Cheng Shuiyao didn't know that he was caring about himself, so he smiled and looked at the two thin children on the side.

She took the initiative to cook porridge today, and it was precisely with such thoughts in mind.

It's just that she just wanted a porridge base, but she didn't expect Yang Qi to be willing to take the initiative to send porridge.

Seeing that Cheng Shuiyao insisted, Xiao Ji didn't force it too much.

He is not a good man of words, and it is already rare to achieve this point.

After sitting wordless for a while, Xu is atmosphere was a little awkward, Xiao Ji took the initiative to stand up and walked towards Zijie and Ruxue.