Qiu Yan laughed and said, "Of course, I'll eat until you're tired of it."

"I, Xue Ning, am willing to follow Miss Qiu." Xue Ning sold himself to Qiu Yan just for a bite of meat.

After he finished speaking, he grinned.

“A petty person will never get tired of eating; they will only eat you out of house and home.”

"Look at your shabby appearance." Captain Yuan glanced at Xue Ning disdainfully, thinking he was a disgrace to him.

Looking at Ling Ba, he waited with great interest for Qiu Yan to continue.

Captain Yuan forced a smile and continued to press for answers.

"Who else is willing to follow Miss Qiu and step forward?"

The soldiers looked at each other and began to whisper among themselves.

Qiu Yan sighed softly. Why did her delicious food only attract one person?

Was it because she didn't cook well that time?

She looked at Xue Ning and said, "Xue Ning, let's have roasted lamb leg for lunch today."

Ling Ba chuckled softly. After a few days of tense living, Xiao Yan had also learned to tease these soldiers.

He found it quite amusing.

"Okay." Xue Ning's mouth was practically watering as soon as he heard the words "roasted lamb leg."

Not only Xue Ning, but even Captain Yuan swallowed hard.

"Roasted lamb leg?" The soldiers' eyes lit up again. Every time they went out, they could only watch as the locals ate kebabs.

As Captain Yuan put it, "You have no money, yet you want to eat barbecue skewers?"

It's already good enough to have naan to eat.

"This humble soldier, Feng Chao, is also willing to follow Miss Qiu." Another soldier licked his lips.

"Miss Qiu, please add extra cumin to the lamb leg for lunch today."

"Okay," Qiu Yan replied with a smile.

"Who else is willing to follow me?"

Receiving no response, she shifted her gaze.

Let her think, what else can she do?

Food, medicine, business?

Let's forget about the business; these people are all soldiers.

"I'll give you another chance. I, Qiu Yan, am a respectable female healer. If you follow me, your medical treatment will be free from now on."

She refused to believe that she was such a failure.

Every single time, it was someone else begging her.

After he finished speaking, Zhang Meng, a soldier standing at the very back, was moved.

Zhang Meng moved his injured ankle, and the pain made him break out in a cold sweat.

Ling Ba nodded, "I can testify to that. Xiao Yan has a large medicinal herb field in the fields, and she also has her own pharmaceutical factory, which once provided a large amount of wound medicine for our military camp."

After Ling Ba finished speaking, the soldiers looked at Qiu Yan again, their eyes filled with more respect.

Captain Yuan straightened his posture slightly.

He looked Qiu Yan up and down carefully again, thinking to himself, "She really is the general's sweetheart."

A large quantity of wound medicine, how much would that cost?

This Miss Qiu is quite wealthy.

"Miss Qiu, when I came out just now, I was walking too fast and accidentally hit my ankle with a hammer. It hurts so much that I can't walk. Can you...can you help me?"

As for why he was in such a hurry, it was because he was afraid that the Eighth Vice General would eliminate him.

He was a little embarrassed, after all, she was a girl.

As he spoke, Zhang Meng, a young soldier, limped toward Qiu Yan with a earnest expression.

Qiu Yan: "Let me see your ankle."

Zhang Meng blushed, squatted down, and lifted his trouser leg, revealing his swollen and bruised ankle.

Qiu Yan took out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom.

"This is my homemade wound medicine, please take it and use it."

Zhang Meng was somewhat moved and immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"I, Zhang Meng, am willing to follow Miss Qiu."

"Okay, is there anything else?" Qiu Yan smiled as she looked at the remaining soldiers.

After all that talk, there were only three people involved, and they were all acting in their own self-interest.

To be honest, she felt a little frustrated.