Suddenly, the family no longer felt any ill will towards the mute woman.

But right now, Nam Gyi won us over with just a bowl of papaya juice.

Jingmo stood silently to the side and sneered, "The general doesn't like you. The thought of not having a mute wife makes him want to come back. What is he still looking at? Does he know how annoying he is?"

Nanzhi took it, tested the temperature, and then, with her head down, drank all the medicine.

"Whether it's the fragrant drink or not, let the rest of you study the recipe and make an exact copy."

The muscles twitched during the movement, which was quite a sight.

Before Nanzhi broke it, she gestured to the steward a few times, but the steward didn't understand at all.

As the weather grew colder, the pedestrians on the road outside the city walked listlessly, like wilted grass, not to mention the soldiers drilling on the training ground.

After drinking it, the group praised it highly.

"Madam, that's pigeon soup that you specially arranged for the kitchen to make for you. Please drink less of it."

Although it's come to an end, the situation hasn't gotten much worse.

After doing all that, it was time for lunch again.

Silently, the corners of her mouth smirked wildly: "Yes."

Nan Zhi smiled mischievously, looking at the envious servants beside her, and said, "You ladled a bowl for each of us."

Of course, some people were quite unhappy.

We think our general is so majestic and heroic, a little hero in heaven and on earth, that Nanzhi is not worthy of me.

Nanzhi could only find a piece of charcoal and write a word on the ground.

The steward was really curious. "What do you need ice for?" he asked. He quickly ordered the servant who was watching the silence to fetch some ice blocks that had been frozen outside the cellar.

Nanzhi ate alone, glancing outside every now and then.