Chapter 475 Mysterious Cloth Bag
After passing three large tents, she saw a tent that was open on all sides from a distance. Although the light in the tent was very dim, she could still see the pots, pans and stoves in the tent through the faint moonlight.
Apart from the utensils placed at random and some leftovers, there are no other fresh ingredients in the camp. It is obviously impossible to make a delicious meal. What can these leftovers do? And the fragrance must be familiar to Hu Feng, and he needs to know that she made it as soon as he smells it.
Thinking that when she was in Huangtuo Village before, she cooked more dishes for dinner once, so she cooked the leftovers with white porridge, which was extraordinarily fragrant. She remembered that Hu Feng ate three bowls in a row that day.
She did what she said, she rolled up her sleeves, lit the fire skillfully, set up a small stove, put the small iron pot on it, poured the rest of the white rice into the pot at once, and added some pigs without stirring for a while. , and then mix the remaining cabbage, add water and simmer for a while, open the lid, and the rich aroma diffuses.
Hu Feng, who was lying in the tent with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and the scent of food penetrated into the tip of his nose. The scent was very familiar, as if he had smelled it before.
It's so late, who's cooking?
Zhu Si, who was lying beside him, turned over, put his legs on him, put his hands on his shoulders, and muttered a few words, Hu Feng gently pushed him away, under the hood. bed.
The brothers in the tent have already fallen asleep, and the work in the camp is not easy. Which one doesn't sleep on the pillow after finishing work? He had something on his mind, so he couldn't sleep.
After leaving the barracks, he went straight to the barracks. From a distance, he saw several guards surrounding the barracks, one of whom was eating with a bowl.
It turned out that they were making supper, and the craftsmanship was good. The smell reminded him of the dishes made by Baizhi.
I don't know if Bai Zhi understood his letters. All letters sent from the military camp will be checked one by one. He can only write like that.
Lord Wang will lead the army to the northwest in a few days. Hu Zhi and Shi Liyuan will never let Zhou Gang and Fu Zheng see Lord Wang alive.
They left the lives of Zhou Gang and Fu Zheng, just to force them to confess their guilt, to force them to confess their trumped-up crimes, and let them put the charge of treason on him, Chu Yan.
It's a pity that no matter how many means they resorted to, Zhou Gang and Fu Zheng did not give in. They failed to make the accusations of framing the truth. Now that Lord Wang is coming, these two hidden dangers must be removed naturally.
Thinking of the pain Zhou Gang and Fu Zheng endured, and the brothers who died in order to protect him, a raging flame burned in his heart, and his heart ached.
Turning around slowly, he took a step back and walked back. Just before he took a few steps, he heard someone in the camp speak brightly: "Brother Bai, where did you learn the skill of cooking porridge? It's so delicious."
"I'll have another bowl if it's delicious, there's still more."
This voice, like a muffled thunder, banged above his head. Although the voice was deliberately low and low, with a bit of masculinity, he could still hear it. It was clearly Bai Zhi's voice.
He turned around and looked at the thin and thin figure who was busy in the camp. He couldn't see what she looked like now, or her expression. He only looked at the back. He was sure that this was Bai Zhi.
She came, she came!
Before entering the camp, he took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down his excitement. He thought about the scene when they met again, but he never thought that they would meet here in this way.