The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter Chapter 727 - 727: You Must Be Starving, Right? Baby

Chapter 727 - 727: You Must Be Starving, Right? Baby

Chapter 727: You Must Be Starving, Right? Baby

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She walked on the street and was about to return to the manor.

However, groups of young masters riding horses pa.s.sed by.

She was shocked and quickly took a few steps back.

Only then was the hem of her dress spared from getting stained with mud.

Xie Yinxiang looked at them in confusion.

“Where are these people going?”

Suddenly, the young master in the lead turned his horse around and ran towards her.

Through the misty rain, she saw that it was Jiang Xiaoran.

Jiang Xiaoran galloped to her side before stopping the horse.

“Young Master Jiang, why are you…” Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted.

“Xie Yinxiang, I don’t have time to explain so much to you now. Remember what I said and stay at home. Don’t come out for the next few days. The situation in the city is unstable.” Xie Yinxiang looked at him blankly.

“Where are you going?”

Jiang Xiaoran flicked his whip, turned his horse around, and sped away.

He only said, “To save lives!”

Xie Yinxiang stood rooted to the ground and watched as he disappeared.

She was a little surprised.

In the past, Jiang Xiaoran was just an ignorant and incompetent young master in her eyes.

He was just one to eat, drink, and have fun.

Now that there was a plague, he actually had such a magnanimous heart?

By the time Xie Yinxiang came back to her senses, there were no longer many people on the streets.

She suddenly felt a little regretful.

Just now, she didn’t have the time to tell him to take care.

On the mountain, it was drizzling and the sky was dim.

The cold wind blew for a while.

The soldiers were trembling from the cold.

Fortunately, Gu Nuo’er had already made arrangements.

She had gotten the soldiers who had committed mistakes previously to cook hot porridge in advance.

With one bowl of porridge for each person, it could not only fill their stomachs but also warm their bodies.

The child had also instructed them to throw a pile of potatoes and sweet potatoes voluntarily given by the villagers into the fire to roast.

She didn’t rest for a moment and held onto the big oil-paper umbrella with both hands.

She watched as the soldiers transported the medicinal herbs she wanted in bags.

The child checked each bag seriously.

Then, she taught them how to prepare the medicine.

“After the medicine is done, all the soldiers will have a bowl first!”

Kongjue saw that she was really working hard. He brought over roasted corn that he had peeled.

“Sister, eat a little and rest.”

Only then did the child feel hungry.

She blinked her long eyelashes, her watery eyes wide and dark.

“Seventh Brother, thank you. I happen to be feeling hungry.”

She hadn’t eaten anything since this morning.

Kongjue smiled and held the umbrella for her.

The child carried the bowl herself and scooped corn kernels with a spoon to eat.

The fragrant corn emitted a fragrance after being roasted.

Gu Nuo’er ate happily.

Kongjue saw her pink cheeks puff up as she chewed on the food.

She looked really adorable.

He couldn’t help but smile gently. “Eat slowly. I’ll peel another sweet potato for you later.”

“Alright!”

At this moment, Kongjue caught a cold gaze from the corner of his eye.

He looked up and saw Ye Siming walking towards them with a paper bag in his hand.

Ye Siming was far away, but he had long seen Kongjue smiling happily.

He sneered in his heart.

The stinky monk was smiling brightly like a flower. He was really an eyesore.

Gu Nuo’er’s nose was sharp and she smelled the fragrance of meat.

“Elder Brother Siming, what is it?”

Ye Siming pursed his lips and handed over the paper bag.

“Beggar’s Chicken.”

Kongjue was stunned. “You bought it?”

Ye Siming looked at him coldly. “Where would I buy it from? I caught a pheasant and made it myself.”

Gu Nuo’er quickly reached out her small hand. “Elder Brother Siming, I want to eat it.”

When Ye Siming looked down at the child, the coldness in his eyes faded a lot and turned into an imperceptible smile.

“You must be starving, right?”