Su Qiao seemed to notice Han Feng's gaze and looked up at him. "Why are you looking at me?"
"What? Do you think I'm too fierce?"
Han Feng had been staring at her in a daze. Hearing that, he quickly stood up. "No, I'll... I'll go roast some mushrooms for you."
"Remember to squeeze a little wild-pear juice over them to season them." Su Qiao was genuinely hungry.
"Okay."
Han Feng picked up the Back Basket and took out some mushrooms they had gathered along the way yesterday, preparing to wash them again by the stream.
Han Feng's obedient and considerate behavior made Song Yaqin intensely jealous.
She was the esteemed eldest daughter of the Song family and a famous actress, yet when it came to training men, she had actually been outdone by a minor streamer.
"Stop staring at someone else's man. If you like him, go train your own man."
Although Su Qiao did not look up, she could feel Song Yaqin's gaze fixed on Han Feng's back.
Song Yaqin curled her lips sourly. "Hmph, he's just a country bumpkin who doesn't understand anything. Do you think Jun Ting is like him? Will he be scared just because you act fierce?"
Su Qiao finally looked up at her directly. "Every man has weaknesses and things he fears. It has nothing to do with status or position."
"On the contrary, the more powerful and wealthy a man is, the more scruples he has. As long as you firmly seize his weak point, you won't have to worry about him misbehaving or refusing to obey you."
"If all else fails, break his legs and lock him up, or make everything he relies on disappear, leaving him with no choice but to depend on you."
Song Yaqin stared coldly at her.