Beside them, Zhao Jingting remained just as unhurried. He handed her a damp cloth. "Wipe your face and clear your head. In a while, I'll see if I can find any wild fruit and pick some for you. I'll hunt while I'm at it."
Su Qiao knew he had immersed himself in the role, taking responsibility for hunting and caring for her daily needs—things he was accustomed to doing every day—so she did not argue.
After taking the cloth and wiping her face, she felt considerably more refreshed despite having stayed up all night.
The people nearby watched this scene with both speechlessness and amazement.
Although there was something wrong with his head, it was still rare for someone to treat his own wife this well.
A quarter of an hour later, when they saw Zhao Jingting return with a large bundle of round jujubes, some red and some green, tucked into his clothes, everyone was dumbfounded.
The fool had actually known how to pick wild fruit—and had even managed to find some.
The wild fruit in this area had basically all been picked by now, aside from the small amount growing at the very tops of the large trees.
To find more, they would have to go farther away.
But they were afraid there might be ferocious beasts in the more distant areas, especially wolves, so very few people dared to go there.
Even when they did go, several young and strong people would always travel together.
Someone swallowed and stepped forward to ask about it. Zhao Jingting fixed him with a cold stare and said nothing.
The man nervously shrank his neck and backed away.
There was no reasoning with a fool.
Besides, this fool had chased someone with a hatchet and tried to hack him to death