Late Ming Dynasty: The Counterattack Begins with Sea Pirates

After listening to his wife's words, Shen Er walked over from the side.

Chi Honghai, who should have been able to detect the movement out of the corner of his eye, did not react at all.

Wu Wanruo picked up a bowl and spoon, filled it with more than half a bowl of soup, and walked over quietly.

Whether it was because he was walking lightly or because Chi Honghai was too tired, in any case, it wasn't until he reached Chi Honghai's side that he realized someone had come to his side.

"Where have you been, Shen Er?" Chi Honghai's voice was a little hoarse, and his lips were chapped.

Wu Wanruo looked distressed, her expression filled with heartache.

She slowly raised the soup in her hand, bringing the spoon and bowl into Chi Honghai's field of vision.

I watched as a bowl of soup was placed in front of me.

"Where did the soup come from? Aren't you going to answer the master's question?"

It wasn't until Wu Wanru raised her hand a little higher, revealing the bracelet on her wrist, that he realized the person standing next to him wasn't Shen Er, but his wife.

Turning his head, his face was haggard, and his clothes and shoes were covered in dust. If you didn't know, you wouldn't see anything about him as a gentleman.

Chi Honghai hurriedly wiped his face with his sleeve, pursed his lips, and mustered his remaining energy to face his wife.

Wu Wanruo saw all this, but at that moment, she didn't say a word.

Whether it's blame or concern.

As she swirled the soup in the bowl with her spoon and then slowly brought it to Chi Honghai's lips, it all ended up in the soup.

When the lady brings soup to your lips, there's no reason not to drink it.

If he doesn't drink it soon, the tears in his wife's eyes will probably burst forth.

Chi Honghai slightly opened his mouth and took a sip of the still-warm soup.

Then, one bite, two bites...

After finishing most of the soup in her bowl, Wu Wanruo let out a soft, trembling sob.

Chi Honghai instinctively tried to help his wife, but Wu Wanruo grabbed his elbow and led him to sit down on a large rock.

The moment his bottom landed on the rock, his feet naturally dangled out.

He looked up at Wu Wanruo, who was still standing next to him, and tried to stand up again. But as soon as he made the move, his gentle wife pressed him down firmly.

Then, the lady turned around and went back to the small boat that had come from there, and brought over a rice basket.

Seeing this, he really wanted to help his wife get the rice basket, even though it wasn't heavy.

However, his body seemed to have little to do with him; no matter what he thought, his muscles remained unresponsive.

I don't know if it was because I was too tired to get up after sitting down, or if the pressure my wife applied to me was too strong.

It is clear that Wu Wanruo at this time had some resentment and dissatisfaction towards herself.

A strait can keep a man away from home all day.

Is that correct?

A grown man who can't even take care of his own body.

Is that correct?

As Chi Honghai was pondering something, Wu Wanruo walked up to him with a rice basket.

The tear tracks on her face hadn't dried in the wind yet; they were two straight lines that were heartbreaking to see.

The slightly heavy rice basket was gently placed on the stone surface. Wu Wanru squatted down and took out the food inside, placing it crookedly along a relatively flat surface.

Chi Honghai reached out to help, but she slapped him.

"What help are you? It's already like this."

Wu Wanruo's tone was filled with more heartache than anything else.

She picked up her rice bowl, but instead of using the chopsticks on the plate, she used the spoon she had just used to drink soup to scoop up some of the food and brought it to Chi Honghai's mouth.

It's like a mother feeding her innocent child.

With just one or two bites, Chi Honghai ate it all.

I didn't dare utter a single sound the whole time.

He was afraid of his wife, but what he feared was that Wu Wanruo was overly worried about him.

It's amazing how he can't usually eat anything, but when his wife hands it to him, he eats it with even more relish than when he's happy.

While eating, Wu Wanruo finally began her interrogation of her husband as a wife.

Although, at that time, this was somewhat illogical.

A country has its laws, people have their principles, and families have their rules.

However, these things were only on the surface and didn't really bind the two of them much.

The couple broke through the established rules to get married.

"I've only been away from you for a few days, and you've already ruined your body like this. How can I be at ease letting you go to sea in the future?"

Wu Wanruo's tone wasn't harsh; beneath the reproach lay a deep sense of heartache.

Chi Honghai knew he couldn't escape this question, but to his surprise, Wu Wanruo didn't ask why he hadn't been home for several days; instead, she first inquired about his health.

"I'm tired from the training these past few days, but it's nothing, nothing at all."

As soon as he finished speaking, the spoonful of food that was about to be brought to his mouth was taken away.

"Your face is weathered and your back is etched with the marks of the moon. None of the farmers on our island are as honest and simple as you. Now you seem to be doing just that."

Having just started to enjoy his meal, Chi Honghai couldn't possibly refuse the spoonful of food from his wife's hand, so he straightened his neck and ate it.

Wu Wanruo was amused by his commotion and brought the food in the spoon back to her mouth.

"They say a woman should follow her husband wherever he goes, no matter what. I'll accept whatever you're like, but what am I supposed to do if you ruin your body like this?"

Faced with his wife's question, Chi Honghai was speechless.

The other person was willing to follow him, and even when he didn't come home for several days, they didn't get angry but instead cared about him first.

There are too many things about him that make his wife worry.

When things get too deep, there is no need for words.

The key to breaking the deadlock is quite simple.

Chi Honghai swallowed the food in his mouth, then leaned towards Wu Wanruo and embraced her.

Bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, the two embraced on an unnamed rock.

The sea breeze caressed Wu Wanruo's long hair, the strands softly brushing against Chi Honghai's face.

We sit facing each other; it is you and it is me.

"Madam! Madam! The chicken soup has been almost distributed to everyone!"

Hearing Shen Er's voice coming from afar, Chi Honghai straightened his posture again.

After Shen Er ran closer, he saw the master and mistress and the food on the stone.

The weight that had been on his mind was finally lifted.

At Chi Honghai's gesture, Shen Er wisely returned to the training field.

He pulled Pang San and Liu Qingjiang aside and said, "I think it's the wife who can cure our master's work ethic of working too hard."

Pang San pinched an acupoint on Shen Er's shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain, which made everyone laugh.

"Don't gossip about the master and mistress. All we need to do is serve the master well and eat well!"

"Brother Qingjiang, Brother Qingjiang, look at him, save me!" Shen Er cried out anxiously, patting Pang San's hand.

Liu Qingjiang laughed loudly: "Speaking behind someone's back is indeed inappropriate. Speaking ill of the master deserves punishment, punishment."

Another burst of laughter followed.

The atmosphere on the training field was much more relaxed thanks to the chicken soup brought by the wife and Shen Er's antics.

But in their private time together, the atmosphere turned sour.

Chi Honghai looked at his wife's face.

He said something he really didn't want to say, and Wu Wanruo probably didn't want to hear either.