When Jiang Zhen saw Zhao Jinge in that state, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. “Let’s go take a bath and get cleaned up.

No one was in the mood to take a bath at the moment, and the bathroom was very quiet, allowing both Zhao Jinge and Jiang Zhen to wash themselves clean. Then they went to the kitchen.

The teenager who was previously in charge of scooping the vegetables became one of the cooks in the kitchen after his father died and was now making porridge.

He looked at Jiang Zhen and Zhao Jinge with his swollen red eyes. He said, “There’s porridge in the pot and pickles over there.”

The iron pot was bubbling with the softly cooked white rice porridge while, not far away, on the table were several pots of pickled cucumber for people who finished their porridge.

Jiang Zhen was going to serve the porridge but was stopped by Zhao Jinge. Zhao Jinge quickly filled two bowls of porridge and brought some pickles for Jiang Zhen.

Previously, Zhao Jinge had been feeling nauseous, feeling uncomfortable and was not even hungry. But now when he saw the hot rice porridge, he felt very hungry and ate very fast.

“For you.” When Jiang Zhen and Zhao Jinge were halfway through the meal, the porridge boy suddenly came over and gave them an egg.

“Thank you,” the teenager said to Jiang Zhen again and then sat back quietly with red and swollen eyes.

Previously, his father had fallen off the deck and into the river.

If it weren’t for Jiang Zhen’s subsequent actions and the pirates’ retreat, he would have lost his life as well.

Jiang Zhen paused at peeling the egg and put it inside Zhao Jinge’s bowl.

“You eat too.” Zhao Jinge wanted to give the egg to Jiang Zhen.

“How about this. You eat the yolk, and I’ll eat the egg white.” Jiang Zhen discovered some time ago that Zhao Jinge preferred egg yolks over egg whites.

On the contrary, he was just the opposite . . . the yolk was dry, and he would never be able to eat it if it wasn’t accompanied by its egg white.

Zhao Jinge also knew this and separated the eggs to give the egg white to Jiag Zhen.

Jiang Zhen ate the egg white in one bite before going back to eating his porridge. Zhao Jinge did not eat the egg yolk until he had finished the porridge, then he put the egg yolk into his mouth and ate it contentedly.

When Jiang Zhen and Zhao Jinge were ready to leave after eating, they saw Wang Haisheng and the others.

“Boss.” Seeing Jiang Zhen, Wang Haisheng and others all said hello. They admired Jiang Zhen very much before, but now when they looked at Jiang Zhen, there was worship and awe in their gazes.

Jiang Zhen not only fought off the pirates but also dared to deal with other people’s bloody wounds. . . Even now, they felt sick to their stomachs when they thought of these scenes now.

“Are you coming to dinner?”

“Yes. We came to eat and bring some food for the wounded,” Wang Haisheng said.

“Mm-hmm.” Jiang Zhen nodded and said, “Pay attention to cleanliness. All the water for the wounded these days should be boiled.”

In this time period, people dared to drink water from the river directly, and when they took a bath, they would not boil the water, which easily caused infections.

Jiang Zhen had warned them about this before, but this time, he emphasized it again.

“Don’t worry, boss, we all did it,” Wang Haisheng said with some hesitation on his face.

“What’s the matter?” Jiang Zhen asked.

“It’s just that we listened to you, boss, and followed the method you said to take care of those people whose wounds you stitched up, and as a result, that Lu Da spoke and left all the wounded for us to take care of.” Wang Haisheng said.

There were many wounded on board, and there were no extra hands to take care of the seriously injured. Wang Haisheng and the others had many demands, and Lu Da became dissatisfied, so he simply threw all the wounded for Jiang Zhen’s men to take care of.

“Can you take care of it?” Jiang Zhen asked.

“No problem!” Wang Haisheng said.

In fact, they were quite willing to take care of the wounded . . . Those people were saved by their boss and must be taken good care of; they couldn’t be saved only to be killed by others.

Although several people who had stitched up the wound by Jiang Zhen had died, most of them were still alive, and Fang Ping, who had a hole in his stomach was still alive. Wang Haisheng and others felt that Jiang Zhen might have created a miracle.

They wanted those people to survive.

Wang Haisheng and others ate the porridge and brought the porridge back to the wounded.

In fact, some people with wounds in their abdomen would be better off if they ate less at this time, but they could not live on only water. They had already lost too much blood, and if they did not eat, they would probably starve to death, so Jiang Zhen did not stop them.

After eating and drinking enough, he took Zhao Jinge back to their cabin and Jiang Zhen hugged Zhao Jinge as he went to sleep with him.

Jiang Zhen ended up waking up from hunger, and when he woke up, it was already dark while Zhao Jinge was still sleeping.

After tidying up himself, Jiang Zhen was about to wake up Zhao Jinge so that they could have a meal together when the cabin door was knocked on so he stood up and opened the door in a hurry.

The one standing outside the door was Zheng YI servant boy: “Boss Jiang, our young master estimated that you should be waking up soon, so he asked me to bring you something to eat. . .”

The boy said and handed over a heavy food box to Jiang Zhen.

The aroma of meat drifted out from the food box, making Jiang Zhen increasingly hungry, he thanked him, took the food box and placed it on the table, then started to take the food out.

Since it had been a few days since they had docked, fresh meat was available on the ship, but the food was not particularly rich.

A plate of pork with sauce, a plate of cold soy bean sprouts, and slices of stir-fried bacon with mushrooms as well as two large bowls of rice.

The cabin was small and the table was placed close to the bed. Jiang Zhen had just taken out a few dishes when he saw Zhao Jingo waking up and sitting up in a daze.

Zhao Jinge was still a bit confused when he first woke up but sobered up after sitting up. Then he saw the plate of soy sauce meat on the table.

The meat . . .

Zhao Jingo was nauseated and opened the window, so he could vomit outside.

“Are you still feeling uncomfortable?” Jiang Zhen looked at Zhao Jinge worriedly.

“That meat looks a bit disgusting to me,” Zhao Jinge said.

After saying that, he felt like slapping himself. He actually thought the meat was disgusting!

Meat was good. He loved meat, but now . . . he actually found it disgusting!

Zhao Jinge looked at the meat on the table. He used to like eating soy sauce meat, but now he found himself wanting to throw up and had no appetite at all.

“Wait a minute.” Jiang Zhen said.

He quickly put the soy sauce meat and mushroom fried meat into a food box then asked, “Are you all right now?”

The previous scene was so bloody that he estimated that Zhao Jinge would not be able to eat meat for some time.

The unlucky boy.

The wind blew in through the window, blowing away the smell of the cabin, and not being able to see the meat, Zhao Jinge felt much better. “I’m fine.”

Without the smell of the meat, Zhao Jinge ate a large bowl full of rice quickly with the soy bean sprouts with vinegar salad. After he finished, he still looked a little hungry.

“I’ll go out and get you something to eat later.” Jiang Zhen also ate his meal with the soy bean sprouts, and when he was done, he went out with a food box.

“Mm.” Zhao Jinge nodded. “I will also go out to wash clothes.”

 

Edited by: Faro

 

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