Slowly reaching out, Yuan Ye grasped the bottle of antidote in his hand.

“I see your sincerity. Since you are so persistent, then starting tomorrow, you will be my cook.”

"yes."

The news that Jiang Tian had become the general's cook spread quickly again.

At first, everyone thought she definitely wouldn't be able to do it.

Such a delicate young lady, could she possibly be a good cook?

The next day, Jiang Tian cooked a large pot of noodles and gave them to the soldiers for free, on a first-come, first-served basis.

Those who ate the noodles felt so bad they wanted to bite their tongues off.

They were frustrated because they couldn't get the food, but Jiang Tian said she wouldn't do it, so they could only stare helplessly.

After this public display of skill, no one will gossip about her anymore.

Yuan Ye soon got to taste Jiang Tian's cooking.

Jiang Tian is indeed from the capital; the dishes he makes are remarkably consistent with his tastes from childhood.

The three-shredded noodles in the morning are so delicious, they leave a lingering fragrance on your lips and teeth.

For lunch, we had braised pheasant with chestnuts, mixed lettuce, stir-fried river fish, and a soup with ham and bamboo shoots.

In the evening, they served prawns, braised yellow croaker, roasted venison, and mixed shredded bean curd.

The dishes are different every day of the day.

The chefs here tend to cook in a rougher style, emphasizing bold and expansive techniques.

Yuan Yesheng lived in the palace and was particular about the finest food and the most delicate preparation.

He never liked the food here.

He could make do with it before, but after Jiang Tian became his cook, he could no longer tolerate it.

After eating her cooking for two days, Yuan Ye's impression of her improved considerably.

Food is the most important thing for people.

Even if she is rude and uncouth, her cooking skills are passable.

The food she cooked was even better than what he ate at the restaurant.

As for Chef Lin, who was replaced by Jiang Tian, ​​she not only didn't make a fuss, but also felt that Jiang Tian had saved her from her misery.

Being able to cook for the general, she was naturally the best cook among the cooks.

But every time the meal was prepared and delivered, the general never used much of it.

Sometimes, the general's personal guards would remind her to study cooking.

Cook Lin was truly on the verge of tears.

She was a rough person who grew up in the countryside, so how good could her cooking be?

Moreover, the food here is very oily and salty, making it difficult for her to control the proportions.

The general was born into a noble family, and she had no idea how other people cooked their dishes, so she had nowhere to learn.

These days, every cook is so focused on their own livelihood that they wouldn't dare to share their secret martial arts skills with anyone else.

So, despite the guards' persistent nagging, Lin's cooking skills didn't improve at all.

Seeing that the general was eating less and less, Chef Lin was extremely anxious. Otherwise, she wouldn't have resorted to desperate measures and studied the recipes given to her by Jiang Tian.

With Jiang Tian replacing her this time, Chef Lin was finally able to resume cooking for the people she was responsible for, which was a huge relief for her.

Jiang Tian's skills were better than hers, so naturally she had to serve the important person; she felt no jealousy whatsoever.

With this cook, Yuan Ye's injuries healed much faster.

When Chen Ziming changed his dressing again, he smiled and said, "General, your injury is fine now."

Yuan Ye glanced at him: "Why did you give the poison to Jiang Tian?"

Chen Ziming blinked: "I originally wanted to question her about why she exposed me—I really can't remember when I mentioned your identity. But after talking for a while, I realized that she is truly sincere towards you. She just wants to repay your kindness, and since you happen to need someone to serve you, I naturally have to help her. At least she is from the capital and knows your tastes, so it's her good fortune to be able to cook for you. As for the poison, as long as she takes the antidote on time, it won't endanger her life."

Yuan Ye gave him a cold look: "Every medicine has some poison in it, let alone the poison you fed her."

Chen Ziming smiled bitterly and pleaded, "You know about that poison, don't you? It has a minor effect on the body. You can give her the antidote a year later, and it might even help her improve her health. Poisons in this world vary in severity. I'm not the kind of person who poisons people casually. She's my patient, and I know her body... Please don't wrong me."

Yuan Ye glanced at him and remained silent. The poison had already been administered; what else could be said?

Moreover, Jiang Tian's actions have relieved him of his worries.

She dared to poison herself, which at least proves her loyalty.

No longer discussing this topic with Chen Ziming, Yuan Ye brought up another matter: "How is the treatment for the injuries over there going?"

Upon hearing him mention this matter, the playful look on Chen Ziming's face vanished instantly, and he said respectfully, "...The injuries are too severe, I can only promise to do my best."

"No matter how much medicine it costs, we must cure him. You understand how important that side is."

Chen Ziming nodded silently: "I will do my best."

Yuan Ye didn't say anything else and let him leave.

After he left, Yuan Ye looked at the night sky outside, his expression unreadable.

The day finally arrived for the army to march.

This time, Jiang Tian wasn't left behind; she was arranged to sit in the same carriage as the other cooks.

The troops brought by Yuan Ye this time were elite soldiers drawn from various cities, in order to consolidate the defense of the border and prevent those barbarians from having any opportunity to invade.

"I heard that the wind is strong at the frontier and that skin is prone to cracking. I should have listened to Jiang Niangzi and bought more face cream to take with me."

The cooks chatted about mundane, everyday matters in the carriage.

They weren't from the frontier, but Yuan Ye was worried that there wouldn't be enough people there, so he brought them along.

Some of their husbands were in this army, while others had already passed away.

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