Qin Yize was stunned for a second, looking at the military saber in his hands.
This saber, on the battlefield, had once been stained with fresh blood.
The moment it was drawn from its sheath, it carried killing intent and a cold gleam.
Yet he would rather have the saber forever used for scraping fish scales...
Gu Qiaoqiao was adept at making do with what was available; although there was no oil or seasoning, she managed to make the fish fillet porridge delicious beyond compare with just a pinch of salt.
Gu Qingfeng truly experienced eating in such poor conditions for the first time.
And it was the same for Lady Yu.
Uncle Gu and Zhao Yuxiang, on the other hand, found nothing strange about it.
When Zhao Yuxiang followed the logging crew into the mountains, the life she led was pretty much like this.
Gu Qingfeng and Lady Yu did not sit together.
Lady Yu still did not speak to him nor looked at him, acting as if he did not exist.
