When Madam Yun stood at the kitchen door, she saw the general tending the fire.

She had heard that her daughter was making pastries for the general, so she wanted to come and see what was going on.

But unexpectedly, Mu Qiluan was there making a fire for his daughter.

Although Madam Yun always felt that the general was not suitable for their household, since her husband dared not say anything, she certainly didn't dare either.

The two had been betrothed since childhood, so it wasn't surprising at all that Mu Qiluan would marry his own daughter. But what he didn't expect was that she would be willing to come to a place like this.

Wan Ge put all the pastries into the pot to steam, then called out to Mu Qiluan, who was tending the fire, "Brother."

Hearing the noise, Mu Qiluan looked up at Wan Ge. Wan Ge smiled and reached out to smear the flour in her hand onto the other man's nose.

It's impossible for someone like Mu Qiluan to do that, because lighting a fire would get his nose dirty.

Wan Ge only saw him sitting there, and suddenly this little prank happened.

The others were stunned by the sight, staring at the general with flour smeared on his nose. They instinctively looked away, fearing they might be silenced.

If those soldiers saw their iron-blooded general, who fought fiercely on the battlefield, now sitting in front of a stove with flour on his nose, they wondered what they would think.

Mu Qiluan wasn't angry; he just looked at her with a helpless expression, his eyes full of doting affection.

Seeing only a tiny bit of powder on her face, he reached out to wipe it off for her. But when his fingertip touched her cheek, a black scratch was clearly visible on her fair and delicate skin.

Mu Qiluan withdrew his hand and looked down at it; perhaps the tool he had just touched was dusty.

Wan Ge instantly realized the state of her face: "Brother is definitely doing this on purpose, I'm ignoring you."

As soon as Wan Ge finished speaking, she got up and left.

Mu Qiluan dropped the tools in his hand, thinking that she was really angry.

After washing her face, Wan Ge went out and saw Mu Qiluan rushing around, her eyes filled with nervousness.

Mu Qiluan saw Wan Ge and immediately hugged her, saying, "Wan Ge, I was wrong, don't be angry."

Wan Ge didn't expect the other party to take it seriously. She had only come back to wash her face because she had gotten it dirty, and she wasn't really holding a grudge against him.

Wan Ge took out a handkerchief and wiped the white spot off his nose: "I was just joking with you, brother. How could I really ignore you?"

Wan Ge's beautiful eyes were fixed on him, but there wasn't a trace of anger in them. She was just teasing him and joking around.

"That's good." Mu Qiluan hugged her tightly again. The moment he saw her turn and run away, Mu Qiluan panicked and was really scared.

Wan Ge patted his head. The great general described in Mu Qiluan's book, who could easily rebel, only felt so uneasy when he saw her.

"Brother, let's get married soon, okay?" That way, I can stay by his side more legitimately.

Listening to her words, this wasn't the first time she had told him she wanted to get married soon.

Mu Qiluan didn't think much of it, only that it was probably because he had already touched her that she was worried and scared, which was why she made such a request.

Mu Qiluan originally wanted to take it slow and prepare the grandest wedding for her, but if she didn't want to wait, then he shouldn't make her wait.