80s Military Accompanying: The Heirless Tycoon Pampers His Pregnant Wife

"Your sister-in-law is worried about you!" Zhu Jing smiled and winked at him.

Shen Fenghe brushed aside the stray hairs from her forehead, stepped forward, and said, "I'd like to come and help."

Her gaze was calm.

Ye Zhengting's feelings were complicated.

"Zhu Jing, go and check on Xiaohua," Ye Zhengting said to Zhu Jing.

Zhu Jing grinned. "I'm not going to be a third wheel!"

Once Zhu Jing left, the tent fell silent.

Shen Fenghe lowered her eyelids and repeatedly fiddled with her half-dry, stray hairs.

Ye Zhengting touched his nose, hesitated for a long time, and then asked in a hoarse voice, "Would you mind being a hero's widow?"

He was prepared to make a sacrifice, but he was unsure whether Shen Fenghe could accept being widowed at such a young age.

Upon hearing this, Shen Fenghe suddenly looked up, "Are you that weak?"

"Huh?" Ye Zhengting was taken aback, then laughed in exasperation, "I'm just exhausted this time!"

"The mudslide came suddenly. We didn't have enough manpower, and the only road into the village was blocked. Xiaohua and the others couldn't come to help immediately. I only brought about twenty people. If I had ten more people, I wouldn't be so exhausted."

"Oh." Shen Fenghe nodded expressionlessly.

"Oh?" Ye Zhengting raised an eyebrow, then narrowed his eyes. "You don't believe me?"

Shen Fenghe smiled. "Are you thirsty? I'll get you some water."

Ye Zhengting frowned, ignored her, and his cheeks puffed out almost imperceptibly.

Are you sulking?

Shen Fenghe was slightly surprised when she saw this.

This was the first time she had ever seen Ye Zhengting sulking with her!

How interesting!

"If you're not going to drink it, then I'll drink it all?"

She walked to the simple low table, picked up the kettle on it, and shook it; there was still half a kettle of water left.

Seeing her tilt her head back and aim at the spout, Ye Zhengting said quietly, "It's inconvenient and unsafe to use the toilet here."

Shen Fenghe paused, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"My kidneys are healthy."

She muttered something under her breath and then took a few big gulps of water from the kettle.

She was really thirsty.

I haven't had a drop of water since the earthquake.

But... this kettle should belong to Ye Zhengting, right? Then I...

"cough!"

She blushed, put down the kettle, and turned to Ye Zhengting, feigning composure. "You've been lying here for so long, do you need to use the restroom?"

Ye Zhengting wanted to say "I don't want to," but before he could finish, he suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his lower abdomen.

Although he didn't drink a drop of water, he swallowed a lot of mud.

Seeing him frown and remain silent, Shen Fenghe looked around. Inside the tent, there was only a cot, a simple low table, and a folding chair; there wasn't even a chamber pot or a spittoon.

"I'll go outside and see if there's a chamber pot or something."

"Don't……"

Ye Zhengting hurriedly called out to her, but she had already quickly gone out.

"Why are you like Zhu Jing, jumping to conclusions without thinking? Where would you find a chamber pot here?"

Ye Zhengting rubbed his temples and closed his eyes for a short rest.

Shen Fenghe was gone for a long time, about 20 minutes later, before returning to the tent, carrying a rusty iron bucket.

"Just make do with this."

Ye Zhengting opened his eyes upon hearing the sound, turned his head, and immediately refused three times in a row, "No! I don't need it! Take it away!"

"I searched for a long time and this was the only one I found," Shen Fenghe said, frowning, thinking he was disgusted by the bucket. "I checked it, it won't leak."

Ye Zhengting sighed, "You can give it to someone else. My kidneys are fine too."

thump—

Shen Fenghe slammed the iron bucket down, walked to the bedside, grabbed his arm with one hand and supported his back with the other, "Even the best kidneys will break if you hold it in for too long."

Ye Zhengting had no choice but to let her help him up and sit on the edge of the bed, as he was injured and could not struggle.

"You can go out now, I can do it myself."

Shen Fenghe asked with some concern, "Can you stand steadily on one leg?"

"I'm not as weak as you think!" Ye Zhengting was genuinely angry this time.

Shen Fenghe rubbed her nose, moved the bucket in front of him, and turned to leave.

"call……"

Ye Zhengting took a deep breath, glanced down at the rusty iron barrel in front of him, then looked at the half-lit figure outside the tent and unzipped his pants.

Shen Fenghe stood with her back to the tent, not paying attention to the sounds inside, but observing the surrounding mountains. "Living here poses a significant safety hazard. Can't we build the village somewhere else?"

Although the entire mountain town is built in the mountains, the mountainous areas are relatively safe.

While she was deep in thought, Ye Zhengting urinated for a long time. Whether it was because he had been holding it in for too long or because he was not relaxed, he would occasionally glance outside the tent.

"alright!"

After finally finishing urinating, he felt a great sense of relief, realizing for the first time that relieving himself could be so stressful.

However, when Shen Fenghe came in and picked up the iron bucket without changing her expression, he became nervous again.

"What are you going to do?"

Shen Fenghe blinked. "Take it outside and throw it away! Doesn't it stink if you leave it here?"

After saying that, she ignored his embarrassed expression and went out with the iron bucket.

Ye Zhengting awkwardly lay back down on the bed, hoping she wouldn't go back to the tent.

Half an hour later, the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes wafted into the tent. Ye Zhengting swallowed hard, turned his head, and saw Shen Fenghe returning with a steaming roasted sweet potato in her hands.

"Are you hungry? Everyone's grilling something to eat right now!"

Shen Fenghe sat down by the bed and handed him the roasted sweet potato she was holding.

Ye Zhengting didn't move, pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed.

"Aren't you hungry?" Shen Fenghe asked.

Ye Zhengting continued to pretend to be asleep.

Shen Fenghe pouted, broke the sweet potato in half, and ate it in small bites while breathing on it to keep it warm.

Gollum—

Ye Zhengting's stomach rumbled involuntarily, but he still pretended to be asleep.

Shen Fenghe laughed, deliberately making loud smacking noises while nodding repeatedly, "So delicious!"

"If you're not going to eat it, then I'll eat it all."

"Everyone's scrambling for sweet potatoes and corn to roast; I reckon in a bit they'll only have steamed buns and potatoes left."

"Potatoes taste good when roasted, but they take a long time to roast."

"If you want to eat later, have some steamed buns. Steamed buns are easier to digest than potatoes. You're injured now, and if you have indigestion, it will be even more troublesome."

How come this delicious roasted sweet potato still can't shut you up?

Ye Zhengting thought to himself.

He had always thought Shen Fenghe was an introverted and quiet person. Had he misjudged her? Or had she become a chatterbox from spending too much time with Zhu Jing?

"Sister-in-law, come out for a moment."

As if on cue, Zhu Jing peeked in and called Shen Fenghe out.

Ye Zhengting breathed a sigh of relief; finally, there was peace and quiet, though the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes still lingered in the air.

He squinted and saw that Shen Fenghe had left half a roasted sweet potato by her pillow.

It smells so good!

To eat or not to eat? That is a question worth considering.