Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 706 - 444: Whose Peach Blossom Has Arrived_3

Chapter 706: Chapter 444: Whose Peach Blossom Has Arrived_3

Lincoln Harrington was eating the self-heating rice with his head down and didn’t notice, but the female translator watched for a while.

At this time, the child’s crying made the girl stop talking and then she went over to the child.

Douglas Cooper followed suit, helping to mix the rice paste, reminding them of the dosages according to the instructions.

The three of them prepared the rice powder together, fed it to the child at the right temperature, and the child, who was starving, ate the rice paste with big bites. The three of them laughed.

"I really appreciate your help." The black mother breathed a sigh of relief. The child’s father came over from Christopher Hughes with a crushed package of instant noodles in his hand.

Seeing his child eating the rice paste, the man wiped his face and bowed deeply to Douglas Cooper:"Brother, thank you, if it wasn’t for you, my child would have..."

"It’s fine, it’s fine." Douglas Cooper was a little flustered. "This was given to us by our boss. I just ran errands. We’re all compatriots. Our boss won’t mind this."

The man insisted on coming over to thank Sean Knight. Seeing the man coming over, Sean put down his lunch box and stood up.

"Thank you!" The man choked up. "My family has only one son for three generations. This child is my lifeline. I never thought this war would... If it weren’t for you, I don’t know what I would have done. The child hasn’t eaten much for two days! Adults can endure it, but the children can’t!"

Sean quickly waved his hands:

"We’re all compatriots; don’t worry about it. Let’s eat, we’ll have to leave later."

The child’s father gratefully left, but the female translator stayed behind.

Douglas Cooper enthusiastically said:

"Translator Marilyn, would you like to eat with us? It’s best to eat something hot outside. Self-heating food tastes good."

Sean secretly gave a thumbs-up. Douglas’ progress was fast; he already knew the girl’s last name. Was he planning to take the initiative?

However, Translator Marilyn seemed to be indifferent to Douglas Cooper’s enthusiasm, perfunctorily shook her head, then walked over to Lincoln Harrington and carefully asked:

"You are...Lincoln Harrington?"

Lincoln had originally been secretly observing the female translator. Now that she came over to ask so directly, he looked straight at her, then tentatively asked back:

"Wendy... Are you Marilyn Reynolds?"

"It’s me!" The female translator, that is Marilyn Reynolds, happily said:

"Is that really you? I felt familiar but didn’t dare to recognize you! Weren’t you a soldier? How did you end up here? What are you doing? I’ve been to your home, asked about you."

This series of questions not only stunned Patrick, but Sean and the others also felt that there was a story there! Only Douglas Cooper was first bemused and then disheartened.

It wasn’t easy to find a target; who would have thought it would be Patrick’s old acquaintance!

And from the way girl Marilyn Reynolds said it, she seemed to have been interested in Lincoln Harrington for a long time!

Perhaps sensing everyone’s reaction, Patrick blushed and said:

"This is Marilyn Reynolds, my high school classmate. After high school, she went to university, and I went to the army."

He only talked about it at this point and didn’t go on.

However, Sean and the others seemed to understand something.

Elijah Hastings handed a self-heating rice kit to Patrick from the side:

"Mr. Patrick, help her with this!"

Marilyn Reynolds hurriedly waved her hand,

"No need, no need, we have our own food."

"Don’t be polite. Since you’re Patrick’s classmate, you’re our own people. Don’t be polite with us; we have plenty of supplies, help yourself!" Sean gestured. "Meeting Patrick here, your connection is not ordinary; don’t treat yourself as an outsider!"

Marilyn Reynolds blushed and stopped talking. When Patrick finished, as the rice heated itself, she asked again persistently:

"Patrick, where did you go when you were a soldier, and how did you end up here? I tried to find you, but no one would tell me."

"I was a Special Forces soldier. When you looked for me, I was in the performance of a special mission," Patrick thought about it and said, "At that time, I couldn’t have contact with the outside world."

Marilyn Reynolds nodded silently, seemingly accepting this fact.

"When I signed up to join the army, I heard that you had been admitted to the Foreign Language University, studying the language of this place, right?"

"Yes, I enrolled in a small language program," Marilyn Reynolds nodded and said. "I originally thought about working in a training institution, but I didn’t expect jobs to be hard to find. Then there was a project recruiting translators here with high wages, so I signed up. I didn’t expect..."

Patrick saw that the rice was ready, poured out the water and heating packs, opened the packaging, poured it into the lunch box, and handed it to Marilyn Reynolds.

"Thank you!" Marilyn Reynolds thanked him with a smile, not knowing if it was because of Patrick’s considerate service or because of Patrick himself, and she began eating the rice with small bites.

A sense of happiness enveloped her.

This feeling was apparent to Sean Knight, Elijah Hastings, and Douglas Cooper.

"This is delicious!" After a few bites, Marilyn Reynolds sincerely lamented, "I never thought this self-heating rice would be so fragrant."

"How many days have you been hungry?" Patrick couldn’t help but ask. "We wouldn’t want to eat this thing if we weren’t here... So you guys must not have eaten well for these past few days."

"You’re so right. We’ve been hungry for two days!" Marilyn looked a bit pathetic. "Even though we have supplies and food, we couldn’t starve ourselves anymore."

"As for whether it is delicious or not, we didn’t even think about it anymore. It’s good enough to have something to eat. Many people left in the war-torn country are still hungry!"

"If you think it’s delicious, eat more. By the way, we have pickled vegetables, shredded radish, and shredded kelp here; it will taste better with that."

"Okay!"

...

Douglas Cooper whispered to Elijah Hastings with a bitter face:

"Captain Hastings, why do I feel like I’ve been force-fed dog food? I was thinking... I didn’t expect..."

With his words, Elijah naturally understood what he meant, and he patted his shoulder and comforted him:

"What’s yours is yours; what’s not yours, you can’t get even if you beg for it! Just watch, your turn must be coming up. Don’t worry! If you can’t do it, let your sister-in-law introduce someone to you!"

"That’s what you said!" Douglas Cooper clung to Elijah Hastings’ arm. "I’m taking this seriously!"

"Alright, alright, no problem!" Elijah Hastings said magnanimously.

PS: The next Chapter may be a bit late