Qi Haoran sat down beside Mu Yangling and quickly picked up a potato from the fire. Seeing that he was about to peel the scalding hot potato, Mu Yangling stuffed a freshly peeled potato into his hand and took it from him. "Eat mine first."
Qi Haoran stuffed it into his mouth and let out a puff of cold air. "This spring cold looks even colder than winter. Fortunately, we seized a lot of winter clothes from the Jin soldiers. Otherwise, our soldiers would definitely suffer frostbite."
"It's a pity that we didn't obtain much rations…" Mu Yangling nibbled on the potato regretfully.
Qi Haoran's heart ached a little when he saw this. He held her hand and said, "I'll bring you to a restaurant when we reach the next place."
Mu Yangling smiled and replied happily, "Alright, I want mutton soup, meat buns and roasted chicken!"
Qi Haoran instantly felt his saliva secreting rapidly. He nodded repeatedly. "Yes, we'll order them all."
