Becoming the Villainess: I Dominate the Cultivation Realm with My Wok!-Chapter 122: Distributing Porridge

"Cough, cough..."

"Hey! Why is she coughing up blood? Could it be consumption?" A seemingly very old woman was pushed out from one of the groups.

"How can you push someone!" A weathered man behind the woman clearly wanted to raise his voice, but his strength no longer allowed it.

People criticized, "Coughing with consumption and still mingling with the crowd, what if it spreads?"

No one wants to fall ill, even refugees.

The weathered man wanted to argue, but inadvertently he was pushed out of the group as well.

"You... how can you do this!"

The people behind quickly filled the positions of the two, ignoring the man’s accusations.

"Wife..." The man supported the woman, his eyes moist, his cracked lips trembling uncontrollably.

"Cough, cough... Let it be, never mind, go stand in line, there’s still time at the back..." The woman was very weak, "If only I knew not to have you stand with me, causing you to... cough, cough!"

She coughed violently, causing the adjacent group to disdainfully lean to the other side.

The weathered man looked at the back of the line, feeling hopeless. He rested his gaze on the sparse line of Qian Ding Sect, hesitated for a moment, and still supported his wife to line up there.

The queue at the Qian Ding Sect’s tent was virtually a dedicated line for the old, weak, sick, and disabled. Constantly, those pushed out from other groups limped to the back of the Qian Ding Sect line.

If not for the soldiers watching and many of those distributing porridge being cultivators, the refugees would not have been kind. Extreme hunger is terrifying, and otherwise, these lines would not have formed.

Chen Muxue saw that the queue was almost formed and then uncovered the lid. Instantly, an aroma of rice, several times stronger than other stalls, wafted out. Some soldiers saw the gleaming white rice in the urn and couldn’t help but widen their eyes; even they wouldn’t bear to cook such thick porridge at home!

People in the adjacent line widened their eyes even more, and someone, lost in thought, unconsciously walked out of their line, wanting to cut into the Qian Ding Sect’s queue but was stopped by Chen Muxue’s cold gaze. Terrified, they didn’t dare move and, wanting to return to their original spot, found no place left for them! So they had to dejectedly line up at the back, albeit at the end of Qian Ding Sect’s line.

Maybe they could get a taste! People held onto a glimmer of hope.

Chen Muxue generously filled each bowl to the brim, scoffing. She’s been a head chef for so many years; doesn’t she know how many bowls these porridge would fill?

The old, weak, and disabled refugees came with little hope, yet the next moment, they found themselves holding a full bowl of porridge, and some couldn’t help but burst into tears after just one bite.

Bear in mind, they left their homes because they had no choice. Some traveled here with only one or two remaining from their entire families; despite it being July, their hearts remained cold.

However, once this mouthful of porridge entered their stomachs, their cold hearts were warmed, and tears fell uncontrollably.

There are still good people in this world!

They knew this tent belonged to Qian Ding Sect. After arriving at Qingshan County, they heard many rumors about Qian Ding Sect, saying how ruthless and heartless this beautiful girl before them was.

Yet, looking around, they couldn’t discern if those rumors were true; they only knew this girl was kind-hearted!

Though they were having a tough time, their eyes were not blind, and their hearts were not insensitive... Uh, well, there was a kid holding a blind grandpa... That’s beside the point. The point is, they clearly saw this girl was waiting for them, the weakest ones, before serving the porridge, indicating she has a kind heart!