My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!

Ironically, she still thought it was a delicacy of the world, when people are starving, anything edible seems like gourmet food.

Looking at the man on the bed again, he still had half a bun in his hand.

"If you're not full, I still have some here," Tan Zhenghong gestured for Qiao Duo'er to come and take it.

This silly wife could eat two bowls of noodles in one meal, how could half a bun possibly fill her up?

No matter what, having married this young wife, if he didn't treat her well, who else could he expect to do so?

Moreover, marrying him was already a grievance for her.

Actually, he had never thought about marrying in his life, his mother didn't like him, she would surely dislike his wife even more.

Knowing what the outcome would be, why should he allow someone else's daughter to suffer?

But he did not expect that his mother would spend one or two silver to buy an ugly and stupid woman back home; she said, marrying a wife would repay her for giving birth to him.

Indeed, this was his mother, one he didn't know how to describe.

Qiao Duo'er swallowed the last bite of her bun, still hungry, she nevertheless refused, "I'm full, you eat it."

This man had just broken his leg, how could he recover if he didn't have enough nutrition?

Qiao Duo'er poured another cup of water for Tan Zhenghong, "Stay here by yourself, I'm going to stroll around the mountain."

In the past during special training, they were often thrown into the deep mountains and forests, surviving an entire month solely on their own skills; if they couldn't hold out, death was the only other option.

Now, she wasn't going for special training, just to find something to eat in the mountains – that shouldn't be a problem, right?

Having taken only a few steps, Qiao Duo'er turned back.

"Give me the knife," Qiao Duo'er looked at Tan Zhenghong.

This guy had been hunting and rolled down from the mountain, breaking his leg – as a hunter, could he not have a knife?

The man subconsciously shook his head; the silly sister was just hauled out of the river, what if he gave her the knife and she went to kill herself again?

Qiao Duo'er said irritably, "Just hand it over when asked, why all the fuss? If I wanted to die, can't I do it without a knife?"

Tan Zhenghong bit his teeth and had no choice but to fish out a dagger from under the pillow.

Why was this silly woman suddenly so fierce?

Once Qiao Duo'er got the knife, she quickly walked out.

At this moment, Tan Zhenghong still hadn't figured out why he had listened to the words of a silly sister.

You know, his dagger was given to him by his master, and he had never lent it out in his entire life!

As soon as Qiao Duo'er walked out the door, a wave of heat hit her face; Qiao Duo'er gritted her teeth but still walked out – to live with dignity, she could not retreat.

The Tan family actually wasn't poor, but Fourth Brother Tan wasn't well-regarded, to the point where even eating one's fill was a luxury for them.

This was Big Willow Village, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with the other side being the road leading out of the village. Qiao Duo'er felt that Big Willow Village was a place with excellent feng shui.

At least those rolling mountains appeared to her like treasure troves.

With a weak body and the scorching sun overhead, Qiao Duo'er thought she could cover the distance in fifteen minutes, but she ended up taking half an hour with all the stops she had to make.

Alas, the body is the capital of the revolution; she needed to take care of her health first.

However, no matter how difficult it was, Qiao Duo'er never thought about retreating. In the dictionary of a special agent, there were never words for fear and surrender.

At the foot of the mountain, a small stream babbled by; Qiao Duo'er rushed over, scooped up some water to drink, and washed her hands and face, cooling herself down quite a bit.

She sat on a stone, planning to rest for a while before ascending the mountain to search for treasure.

The stream water was clear, the little fish in the river swimming merrily; Qiao Duo'er couldn't help but get an idea.

She found a stick as tall as a person made of hard wood, then tore a piece of cloth from her clothes and fixed the dagger onto the stick.