How I Pampered the Tyrant Into Devotion With My Space-Chapter 18: How Could the Ultimate Villain Amidst Mountains of Corpses and Seas of Blood Be a Foodie?

Pei Shu’er demonstrated for everyone and then said, "The fish is ready. After we finish eating, we will continue learning. In the future, there will be something for everyone to do in the evenings."

Having something to do is always better than staring sadly at the sky every evening.

The bodies of exiles suffer, and their spirits are tormented, as leaving the place they’ve lived their entire life is almost akin to severing ties with their own existence.

In ancient times, family was paramount, which is why exile was considered almost as severe a punishment as being sliced to death.

Unless one could achieve merit in the place of exile, there was no chance of returning.

But surviving was difficult, let alone earning merit.

Everyone was initially sorrowful, but once the fish touched their lips, all their worries were forgotten.

Hmm, it was really delicious.

How could fish soup made from dried fish taste this good, lacking the fishy taste, while the freshness turned into a rich, delicious scent of fish?

If they had some rice now, they could eat three bowls in one go.

It wasn’t because they were hungry; even when they were in the Capital, or while holding titles as marquises and dukes, they had never tasted such delicacies.

Pei Shu’er looked delicate, yet who would have thought she was such an exceptional cook!

Truly able to manage both the parlor and the kitchen.

Ma looked at Pei Shu’er and then at Tang Tuo, and couldn’t help but sigh.

They were the same age; if Tuo’er married Pei Shu’er, there wouldn’t be a worry for the Fourth Branch.

But even though Tang Zan didn’t like Pei Shu’er, they were already married, so it was impossible.

When everyone had eaten and rested enough, they began weaving straw sandals.

By the end of the night, the women from the Second, Third, and Fourth Branches had learned the skill.

But Mrs. Li had stopped the two daughters from the Main Branch and a concubine from going over.

"What’s there to learn about this shabby skill of weaving?"

Pei Shu’er was more than happy to be at ease.

She stretched lazily and walked towards the river; as she passed by Tang Zan, his clear, magnetic voice spoke up.

"Pei Shu’er."

Pei Shu’er stopped and turned to look at Tang Zan, finding that he stared at her too, his eyes still cold, filled with unabated loathing.

He took out a silver note: "This is for the meals for the Third Branch along the way."

Pei Shu’er glanced at the denomination, huh, a hundred taels.

That wasn’t a small amount, it was even quite a lot.

A hundred taels could buy a decent house.

Yet on the road of exile, a silver note wasn’t as useful as broken silver, as there was no way to exchange it.

But Tang Zan gave her money all of a sudden, did that mean her image in his mind had changed?

Or did he simply not want to owe her anything, so he wouldn’t feel guilty when killing her?

Pei Shu’er felt she had figured out Tang Zan’s psychological motives.

What she couldn’t understand was why Tang Zan didn’t give the money to the government officer to cover the meals?

Then she thought of the rough skills of those officers; even if offered to her, she couldn’t eat it.

Could it be that Tang Zan’s hidden attribute was being a foodie?

She shook that thought away from her mind—definitely shouldn’t think this way; he was the ultimate boss with corpses floating at his feet.

How could he be a foodie?

Pei Shu’er didn’t hesitate, took the silver note in hand, gently flicked it with her index finger, a money-loving smile on her lips.

"Alright."

She placed the silver note in her waistband, though actually into her space.

This was her first income.

Then without turning back, she walked towards the river.

Tang Zan frowned; this woman had so much to say to others, her mouth never stopping, yet in front of him, she only uttered one word.

And since the last time she finished adjusting her sleeves till today, there had only been that one word.

Is she really this proud?

Heh.

He turned over, intending to sleep, yet was inexplicably agitated.

Finally, he simply used his arm as a pillow, gazing at the stars in the sky.

When Pei Shu’er returned, she had no intention of interacting with Tang Zan.

After the women of the Second, Third, and Fourth Branches learned to weave straw sandals, they first made a pair for their family members to wear, but they didn’t throw away their broken shoes; they kept them all.

Pei Shu’er, while resting, also patched two kids’ worn-out shoes.

When sewing the soles, she added a layer of soft rabbit fur on the inside to make them more comfortable.

She had also turned the rags she got from others into two pairs of suitable, thicker, softer socks.

Seeing the two kids wearing them, Pei Shu’er smiled.

"They look so nice."

Liu Xu covered her mouth, chuckling lightly: "You treat them better than I do as their real mother."

Pei Shu’er’s face bore a gentle smile.

In her past life, she always wanted a child of her own, but before she could date or have children, she transmigrated.

And these two little darlings were so exceptionally beautiful, smart, cute, and understanding that Pei Shu’er couldn’t help but like them.

She said softly, "After all, they are my little brother and sister."

The next evening when resting, they stopped around a crescent-shaped dense forest, and Pei Shu’er had a foreboding feeling.

She rapidly recalled the plot from the original story in her mind.

At the current time node, a month into the exile, was when two-thirds of the exile group died.

In the Tang Family, only Tang Peilin, Mrs. Li, Liu Xu, Pei Shu’er, Tang Qingning, and Ma survived; the others all perished here.

Her most beloved two little ones died particularly tragically. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

This dense forest looked normal by day, but by dawn, toxic miasma would arise. Too much inhalation would cause coma, even death.

She approached the government officer, took out five taels of silver to hand over, maintaining a respectful tone.

"Officer, in my observation, toxic miasma emerges in the dense forest around dawn. Would it be better to press on further or rest in the open ground?"

The officer pocketed the silver and refrained from showing anger for the sake of it.

"We’ve escorted prisoners here several times without incidents, never heard of any toxic miasma."

Of course, nothing happened. The miasma in the forest varies with weather conditions; the density is different too.

If the previous day was sunny and the next is cloudy, the density peaks.

Pei Shu’er looked at the sky and knew tomorrow would surely turn cloudy.

Pei Shu’er said, "Could we rest on flat ground then?"

The officer frowned, "Resting in the forest is more convenient for supervision."

Since resting in the forest, officers would encircle it, making it impossible for anyone to escape.

Pei Shu’er knew clearly if she couldn’t persuade the officer, many people would fall victim to the miasma.

Even without being fully poisoned, those inhaling too much miasma would be left with lingering ailments, soon collapsing after walking short distances.

And she, Tang Shuo, and Tang Qinghuan would be among those poisoned...

Since she was here, she wasn’t going to be cannon fodder; she wanted to survive well in this era as well.