"So, you're saying that you're the wife of the military governor?"
"Yes."
"Hold out your hands."
The noblewoman stretched out her hands, clasping them together.
Zheng Fan reached into his bag, scooped out a handful of fried noodles, placed them in her cupped hands, and also tossed her a waterskin, saying, "Eat."
The noblewoman lowered her head, looked at the fried noodles in her hands, hesitated for a moment, then finally bowed her head and began to take small bites.
Zheng Fan dusted off his hands, stood up, and saw that the young girl at Liang Cheng's side was also happily eating her share of noodles. This young girl was overly cheerful, seemingly unafraid of her current predicament, and only wanted to stick close to Liang Cheng.
From experience, she was either a bit dense or incredibly precocious, knowing exactly how to act to ensure her own safety.
