Shen Yijia was thinking about where to catch a bird. When she thought about how the small animals in the mountains were all hiding in the winter, and how the birds must have flown somewhere else, she felt very disheartened.

She learned from others and scattered a handful of rice in the courtyard to catch birds. In the end, after waiting for two days, she didn’t even see a single feather.

Instead, she almost caught a cold.

Song Jingchen couldn’t stand it anymore. At night, he waited until everyone went to sleep before pulling Shen Yijia to the kitchen.

As soon as Shen Yijia arrived in the kitchen, she whispered in Song Jingchen’s ear, “Are we here to steal food?”

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito’s. She really sounded like a thief.

Shen Yijia couldn’t think of a reason to come to the kitchen to look for food. It couldn’t be that he wanted to talk to her about his life’s ideals in the middle of the night, right?

Song Jingchen glanced at her speechlessly and drove the wheelchair to the stove.

He bent down, picked up a wooden stick from the side, and reached into the stove.

There was still a faint spark in the stove. The warm light shone on his face, making the usually cold person look more human.

Soon, he pulled out a black block from the stove.

Shen Yijia was shocked. “My husband is so hungry that he’s about to eat dirt?” she thought.

Song Jingchen glanced at her and fell silent. He took out a handkerchief, wrapped it around the black piece, and pinched it hard.

Immediately, the fragrance of meat filled the air.

Smelling the familiar fragrance, Shen Yijia’s eyes lit up. She leaned over and said excitedly, “Where did you get this?”

Wasn’t this the roasted bird that she had been dreaming about?

“It flew into the stove by itself. Perhaps it was cold outside and wanted to go in to warm up. I just happened to see it.” Song Jingchen was expressionless and tried to bluff her.

Shen Yijia was speechless.

“Although I came out of a mental hospital, don’t treat me like a fool.” she thought.

There was a moment of silence.

The two of them happily finished the pigeon meat.

In fact, Shen Yijia ate it alone. Occasionally, she would stuff a few pieces of meat into Song Jingchen’s mouth.

After eating, Shen Yijia wiped her mouth in satisfaction. She did not forget to stuff the bones back into the stove and destroy the evidence.

Song Jingchen looked at her natural actions and raised his eyebrows. It seemed that she had done these things often.

After returning to her room, Shen Yijia fell asleep after eating and drinking.

Song Jingchen sat up and took out a note from under his pillow. On it was a line of small words: “I’m safe, everything is going well.”

He rubbed his brow, a weight lifted from his shoulders. He placed the note into the oil lamp and lit it.

He extinguished the oil lamp and lay down. Everything fell silent again.

Poor Uncle Yang, who was far away in the north, stared blankly at the sky every day.

“Uncle Yang, are you waiting for Eldest Young Master’s letter again?” A girl in armor asked.

Uncle Yang sighed and did not answer.

He couldn’t help but worry about Song Jingchen. Young Master suddenly sent two letters in a row.

The content of the first letter was normal, but something was off with the second letter. Young Master asked him to send an extra pigeon.

He originally thought that his young master had too many things to instruct him on, and that a single carrier pigeon was not enough. In the end, after waiting for a few days…

“Where did the pigeon go?” he thought.

In the blink of an eye, it was the fifteenth day after Shen Yijia’s spiritual liquid reached level three. Shen Yijia woke up early.

The first thing she did when she opened her eyes was to look inside her body. When she saw the golden spiritual liquid floating in her body, Shen Yijia almost cried tears of joy.

Song Jingchen’s legs were saved.

Before everyone got up, Shen Yijia got dressed and went into the kitchen.

She decided to prepare breakfast for everyone today!

Having observed Madam Li’s cooking techniques for so long, Shen Yijia felt that she could at least cook some porridge.