"But Dean Shang has always considered us as enemies... The Minister of Culture holds a high-ranking and powerful position, how can I entrust such an important position to someone who sees me as their foe? It would be like digging my own grave," Shen Wuxiang said.
"Zhuge was always careful throughout his life, and the Military Minister is no less cautious than Master Kongming," remarked another.
"A careful approach ensures a long-lasting ship. If I weren’t careful, my head would have been taken a long time ago."
Dean Shang pointed at the group of guards behind him and chuckled, "So, Military Minister, is this why your entourage is always so imposing?"
Dean Shang laughed off. Shen Wuxiang, unfazed, confidently explained, "I am aware of my importance, and I know all too well that countless people want to chop off my head... so, having more people around is always helpful. One more person equals one more bit of strength, don’t you think, Dean?"
"It indeed is the case," nodded Shang Xiulin.
Shen Wuxiang, with a sincere expression, looked at Shang Xiulin and said, "I really envy Tang Li."
"Hm? A conspirator and traitor despicable to the people and stinky for a thousand years... Why would you envy such a person?" Dean Shang asked, puzzled.
"Because he managed to have someone like you willingly die for him." Follow current novels on NoveI[F]ire.net
"Do you want to kill me?"
"I indeed want to kill you."
Mixed grain porridge, boiled cassava, and a dish of pickled wild radish leaves.
This was Tang Fei’s favorite breakfast.
Little Fatty liked it too.
He sat opposite Tang Fei, eating seven cassavas in a row, slurping the rice porridge from the bowl.
After eating another cassava and cleaning up the rice from the bowl, he looked at Tang Fei contentedly and said, "Bro, it’s been a long time since I had cassava and wild radish leaves... they’re really delicious."
Tang Fei looked at Little Fatty speechlessly.
When you were at New Star, you said the snow beef, tri-color chicken, dragon-bone fish, and Luojia Lake crabs were also delicious.
Is the main point here not being picky?
Seeing Tang Fei not speaking, Little Fatty continued, "Bro, when are you going to see Sister An Ning?"
A few days ago, Wang Tianlong had contacted Tang Fei through special means; however, at that time, Tang Fei still needed to lie in bed for recuperation.
Now that he was somewhat better, he proposed to meet An Ning.
After all, there was a food shortage in the base.
"Tonight," Tang Fei said.
"Ah? Tonight? But you’re still not well... Should we ask her to come to you?"
"No," Tang Fei refused and explained, "An Ning has a special identity now, she can’t come openly... Let’s meet in a small grove in private."
Back in Old Land, if children had something they didn’t want adults to know, they’d sneak into a little grove to plot.
The small grove specifically refers to the children’s ’place of business.’
"Why don’t I go see Sister An Ning for you? Whatever you two need to discuss, just let me know? I’m also close with Sister An Ning," Little Fatty eagerly said.
He was really worried about his brother’s health.
Though he could now sit up, his injuries had not completely healed.
A slight mishap could aggravate his condition.
Tang Fei once again refused, "What we have to discuss... is not suitable for children; kids shouldn’t listen."
"Ah?" Little Fatty gasped and said, "Bro... isn’t that improper? Sister Phoenix is still around."
"Besides, the doctor said... during the recovery period, you shouldn’t engage in strenuous activities."
This time, Tang Fei looked at Little Fatty dumbfounded.
Had he been watching some paid channels on the TV?
Why not call me to watch together?
One subscription, benefits for two.
Not thinking of your brother when there’s something good?
Shame, given I often cook delicious food for him.