Chapter 545: Cooking a Green Pepper and Meat Stir‑Fry

At noon, the sun hung high.

The weather was already turning summer, the air a bit warm, and Yao led Nan Qinghuan to the place where the two men were being detained, which was the Cave they had once lived in.

Originally they were to be held outside, but the prison being built outside was still under construction, so this group had to be detained here first, with guards assigned outside.

Although they had entered civilization and completely abandoned the days of the Remote Antiquity Era, these caves were still useful to them whenever they could be utilized.

"Goddess, the person is inside."

After Yao led her inside, he saw two men bound. The men wore strange garments, like cotton‑linen but not quite—were they people of the Baiqi Tribe? "Goddess, this man says their leader is nearby, but he doesn't know exactly where."

One was a very young man, his face smeared with fresh blood from a beating; the other man, upon seeing Nan Qinghuan, snorted coldly, "Stinky female, let us out. The leader has already arrived; you're finished."

That man's fierce expression made him look extremely ferocious, as if he wanted to devour Nan Qinghuan raw!

"Bold, still daring to talk back. Looks like the whip hasn't been used enough—bring someone."

Yao shouted, intending to continue disciplining the disobedient man, but Nan Qinghuan rebuked him, "Stop. Violence won't solve the problem. Yao, you go out first; I want to have a proper talk with these two people of the Baiqi Tribe."

Hearing her, Yao realized he had been too impulsive, nodded, and hurried the others out. After they left, only Nan Qinghuan and the two men remained inside.

One had already confessed, saying their leader was here; the other refused to speak at all, insisting they would come to attack them.

It can now be confirmed that the leader of the Baiqi Tribe is indeed present here!

She must find a way to capture that Duofa.

"Duofa is already in the town; our people have also spotted his trail. How long do you think you can keep this hidden?"

The remark made one of the men scoff, "So what if you know? You can't find the leader. We're here to attack you, but it's a pity that Na Shan you became a traitor."

The man called Na Shan, hearing his companion's words, lowered his head; he too was terrified of being beaten, and if this continued he would be beaten to death.

"Afang, I..."

"Shut up."

Afang shouted loudly, unwilling to hear his companion's explanation; now he was just waiting for the leader to come and save him!

Nan Qinghuan stood quietly there, listening to their words, and sneered, "Fine, I came to see you only to see what you look like. My child has already returned; I know it's Duofa's idea, I don't blame you."

Not blaming you? The two men didn't believe it.

The man named Afang snorted, "We reported everything here to the leader. You don't blame us; we bought those weapons precisely to attack you."

Thinking of this made Afang very angry; if they had kept the agreement and released them then, perhaps they wouldn't have come to this point.

Nan Qinghuan had known for a long time that this group was captured by Ying; his goal was to draw out Duofa. Now his goal had been achieved, so the task was to capture him.

Kill him.

To preserve peace on the Jiuzhou Dadi, she and Ying will not compromise.

She wants the Common People here to enjoy good lives.

"Attacking us—do you think you have the strength?"

The two men exchanged a glance but dared not say anything; Nan Qinghuan smiled, "Never mind, I heard you haven't eaten for days. Bring someone."

They didn't expect Nan Qinghuan to come here to deliver a meal: rice and stir‑fried pork. As soon as the dishes arrived, the aroma spread, which was a godsend for the two who hadn't eaten in days.

But it was a huge test.

Afang swallowed saliva, unwilling to concede, "What do you mean?"

"It means nothing; I'm just offering you a meal. It's okay if you won't confess; all who come are guests, having a meal is nothing."

Indeed, she intended to first attack their mental defenses; once their mouths loosened, asking anything would be easy.

Nan Qinghuan deeply understood this kind of mind; originally Afang didn't want to eat, for a man's dignity and pride matter, and he always felt that eating would betray his tribe and leader.

So he refused.

He wouldn't eat, but his companion wanted to; he had already surrendered, and having food was more than welcome.

Thus, when he ate heartily, Afang could only watch helplessly, "So delicious, I've never tasted anything this good."

The other man scooped the food with his hands. Today Nan Qinghuan had prepared meat with vegetables and rice; she had already inquired that the Baiqi Tribe also eats meat, not this rice.

Now letting them taste it, they'll surely become attached!

Soon, that man finished a bowl of rice, wolf‑greedy, swearing it was the best meal he'd ever had in his life.

"Delicious, Afang, try it too?"

Afang swallowed saliva, stared blankly at his companion, then at Nan Qinghuan, "If I eat your food, I have to work for you?"

"No need. I already know your leader is here; you have no value to me. I'm just being courteous. Eat, I have no demands of you."

Nan Qinghuan's words made Afang unable to hold back any longer; he struggled continuously, his eyes blood‑red.

"Release me, I want to eat, I want to eat."

Sure enough, the stubborn Afang was conquered by a plate of stir‑fried green pepper strips with rice; he ate five whole bowls in that meal—yes, five bowls.

After finishing, he patted his belly and finally felt satisfied.

These are incredibly tasty!

Nan Qinghuan saw they were full, stood up and smiled, "Alright, now that you're satiated, stay here. But I don't know when the next meal will come; perhaps this is your last one."

Those words made the two men instantly worry; Afang, seeing her about to leave, called out, "Wait a moment."

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