"I'm not trying to interfere, but I know that if you continue to cause the delay, the soldiers will not have anything to eat tomorrow morning," Qiao Mei said to Zheng Yuan. She looked at Zheng Yuan evenly, in a manner that was neither servile nor overbearing.
"I had wanted to ask you. Didn't you say that you wanted to wash your clothes? Don't tell me that you used the water from the storage tanks?" Zheng Yuan asked.
Qiao Mei laughed out loudly, amazed that Zheng Yuan thought of herself as being skillful enough to make things difficult for Qiao Mei. As Qiao Mei had expected, it was Zheng Yuan who did the dirty task and then went on to play the trick of a thief calling another person the thief. Such a small trick was not enough to do anything.
"What are you laughing at?" Zheng Yuan looked at Qiao Mei in confusion.
