When Su Weixue unconsciously clenched her fists, hesitating over whether to fight Su Qiao to the death, Su Qiao suddenly laughed.
"Hehe, forget it. For the sake of my stomach, I'd better not say anything."
Su Weixue breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart was filled with fury. "What do you mean? After things have gone this far, you still want to extort things from me?"
"Cousin, why put it so harshly? We're just sharing blessings and weathering difficulties together. Surely you don't want me to go outside and blab, right?"
Su Qiao looked like she was determined to infuriate someone to death.
"If other people found out, it wouldn't just be the few of us sharing your food anymore. Hundreds of people would surround you and demand something to eat. By then, I'm afraid that no matter how much food you managed to get, it still wouldn't be enough to fill their stomachs."
"That would be the mildest consequence. If Li Bingyi suspected that you were in contact with the people outside and thought you were a spy, think about what would happen to you."
"Oh, right. As for the paper and such that wrapped the food, I thought they looked pretty and interesting, so I kept them all. I'm planning to sew them onto clothes and shoe uppers once I get some fabric."
Su Weixue hadn't expected her to be so shameless—or to have even kept the wrapping paper.
"You win."
After looking around and seeing that no one was nearby, Su Weixue pulled a paper packet from the cloth bag slung across her body and tossed it to her.
Su Qiao opened it and took a look.
Inside were several palm-sized slices of cooked beef. Though they had gone cold, they still smelled delicious.
"This isn't