Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

You should know that these shepherd's purse and pork buns are considered a very niche dish in Zhenbei Town because of their strong flavor.

Apart from her and a few other gourmets, nobody else likes to eat it.

Seeing Chu Mengyao's dumbfounded expression, Lin Mo waved the oil paper package in his hand and deliberately waved it in front of her.

"Don't look at me like that. It's not like I'm deliberately trying to pry into your privacy."

"Yesterday, before I went into the city, your Uncle Meng deliberately pulled me aside and gave me a lot of instructions."

Lin Mo cleared his throat and imitated Meng Hu's rough tone.

"Hey kid! My Yao'er is a picky eater, she loves this! When you go to town tomorrow, you must bring it back for her!"

Lin Mo leaned closer, lowered his voice, and his wicked smile deepened.

He also said, "To win someone over, you must first win their stomach!"

"These shepherd's purse and pork buns are the only way to win over this ice queen!"

Chu Mengyao's face turned red and then white, then white and then red again.

Uncle Meng!

Meng Laohu!

You've gone too far!

You big-eyed, thick-browed fellow, you actually betrayed us?!

They actually sided with outsiders, helping this outsider to "corrupt" me!

What do you mean by "taking down my people"?

Do you think I, Chu Mengyao, would bow down to a few worthless buns?!

Chu Mengyao felt indignant.

She wished she could jump out of the car right now, grab Meng Hu by the beard, and demand an explanation.

Can……

Chu Mengyao swallowed, her eyes involuntarily glued to the oil paper package.

Those are... Wang's... shepherd's purse and pork buns!

Who can resist freshly steamed buns filled with shepherd's purse and pork?

Anyway, Chu Mengyao can't!

After a three-and-a-half-second internal struggle.

She gave up.

Forget it, I'll settle the score with Uncle Meng later.

The most urgent task is to get our hands on the steamed buns!

Chu Mengyao pretended to be indifferent and reached out to take the oil paper package that Lin Mo handed to her.

But just as her fingertips were about to touch the warm oil paper...

Lin Mo flipped his wrist and suddenly took back the oil paper package.

Chu Mengyao's attempt failed.

"Um?"

She looked up, puzzled.

Lin Mo leaned against the carriage wall, watching her with a leisurely air.

"Just take it like that? That's so rude."

"Didn't your parents teach you what to say when you accept things from others?"

Chu Mengyao was stunned for a moment, then she understood.

This guy is asking me for thanks.

"hateful!"

Chu Mengyao cursed inwardly.

But looking at the oil paper package and smelling the alluring aroma, she finally gave in.

After all, a general must be able to bend and stretch!

It's just a simple thank you.

Little things.

Chu Mengyao turned her face away and awkwardly squeezed out two words through her teeth.

"……Thanks."

The sound was as soft as a mosquito's hum.

But in the quiet carriage, it can be heard very clearly.

however.

Lin Mo, however, acted as if he really hadn't heard, and exaggeratedly tilted his ear closer.

"What did you say? The wind is too strong, I can't hear you."

Where did the wind come from in the carriage?

Chu Mengyao knew he was doing it on purpose, but there was nothing she could do about it.

For the sake of the meat bun, she could only hold her breath and glare at Lin Mo, raising her voice again.

"I said, thank you!"

"Oh—" Lin Mo drawled, looking as if he had just realized something. "I heard it, I heard it."

Chu Mengyao breathed a sigh of relief and reached out her hand again.

But Lin Mo still didn't give it to her. Instead, he took advantage of the situation and raised the bun higher, his smile becoming even more wicked.

"Just saying thank you isn't sincere enough. How about this, you beg me. Say, 'Good brother, please give me the bun,' and I'll give it to you."

"you!"

At this point, Chu Mengyao was completely fed up.

Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated!

Even steamed buns filled with shepherd's purse and pork won't do!

Chu Mengyao, the dignified strategist of the Mountain-Shaking Army, when has she ever suffered such humiliation!

"I'm not eating!"

Chu Mengyao abruptly withdrew her hand, angrily turned her head away, leaving Lin Mo with a puffed-up back of her head to show her backbone.

Looking at her slightly trembling shoulders and her cheeks that were about to puff up like steamed buns.

Lin Mo knew that if he continued teasing the kitten, it might actually start scratching him.

"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore."

Lin Mo smiled and tossed the oil paper package in his hand into Chu Mengyao's arms.

The warm oil paper package landed in her arms, and Chu Mengyao's body stiffened for a moment.

Lin Mo didn't look at her again. He lifted the carriage curtain, jumped down from the carriage, and then turned back to wink at her.

"Eat quickly, then come down and help."

"We're still short a lot of gunpowder; it needs to be all mixed by this afternoon."

After saying that, his figure disappeared outside the carriage curtain.

Chu Mengyao was stunned for a while before lowering her head and carefully opening the oil paper package.

Three plump, white steamed buns lay quietly inside, emitting an enticing aroma.

Chu Mengyao picked up a bun and, as if to vent her resentment, took a big bite.

The soft dough, combined with the fresh aroma of shepherd's purse and the rich flavor of pork, explodes in your mouth.

That familiar, longed-for taste instantly filled her empty stomach and anxious heart.

Really delicious.

Chu Mengyao squinted her eyes contentedly, but didn't slow down her chewing at all.

She watched the figure outside the carriage curtain walk away, and muttered something resentfully as she ate.

"You bad guy!"

……

in the afternoon.

Outside Zhenbei City, on a secluded riverbank.

Lin Mo, Chu Mengyao, and Meng Hu, along with three thousand elite veterans of the Mountain-Shaking Army, stood in front of a dark cave entrance.

This is one of the entrances to the underground water channel of Zhenbei City.

"Is everything ready?"

Lin Mo looked at the soldiers behind him.

The three thousand veterans nodded silently, their chilling aura instantly drowning out the chirping of insects around them.

"Set off."

Lin Mo waved his hand and was the first to crawl inside.

The situation inside the canal was worse than expected.

The sticky mud underfoot reached up to my calves, and every step made a "plop" sound, as if I were stepping on rotting flesh.

In the cold, stagnant water, slippery things occasionally brushed against my ankles.

The air was humid and murky.

The black smoke from the burning torches, mixed with heat, clung to our faces, stinging our eyes and making it difficult to breathe.

Chu Mengyao walked in the very center; she was the only guide.

"Turn left ahead, and walk about 300 steps, and you will see a gentle downhill slope."

As Chu Mengyao walked, she clearly issued commands, trying to ignore the strange sensations coming from under her feet from time to time.

Despite the harsh environment, everything went smoothly.

Relying on her memory of a map she had seen many years ago, Chu Mengyao led the team through the complex network of forks in the road.

Until the person at the very front of the line suddenly stopped.

"Miss, there's... no road ahead."

The firelight illuminated the area, revealing what should have been a passageway.

Now it is completely blocked by a brand new blue brick wall, and even the brick joints have been filled with mortar.

"Impossible... This is clearly a main road on the map."

Chu Mengyao stopped in her tracks.

Lin Mo stepped forward, reached out and knocked on the wall, making a dull "bang" sound.

"Does blocking a broken ditch really require building it up like a gold vault?"

Lin Mo took a half step back and then slammed out his right fist.

boom!

A deep, resounding crash echoed through the narrow waterway, making one's eardrums tingle.

But the wall was only dented by his punch; it wasn't penetrated.

"That's really tough!"

Lin Mo shook his numb wrist and cursed.

The force of that punch was enough to shatter a boulder, yet it couldn't penetrate this wall, demonstrating its astonishing thickness.

Forcing our way in is clearly not the solution.