After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, Song Tingfan finally finished delegating his tasks, glanced at the hall, and saw the woman sitting and peeling the dried goods on the table.
His gaze swept over the soldiers nearby, occasionally slacking off, he pursed his lips with some displeasure, strode over with a stern face, and said, "The camp's barrels are out of water, you guys go back and fetch some."
The few instinctively responded, "Yes."
But in their hearts, they wondered why they were the ones fetching water again; last time it was also them.
When they finished talking, Lin Qiao pointed at the dried goods, signaling for him to eat. Song Tingfan grabbed a handful of peanuts, swiftly shelled them, and then offered them by her mouth, "Eat."
Lin Qiao was taken aback for a moment, "You eat, I'll peel them myself."
Seeing him insist, she reached out to take them, but his hand moved aside slightly, "Just eat directly."
Lin Qiao: "..."
