Liu Yingying didn't try to stop him any longer, but just asked him to wait a moment, and then took out a few bamboo tubes from the kitchen.

"Last time you all said my cooking was delicious. This is my homemade chili sauce and kimchi. Take them back and let everyone try them."

Dongqing's eyes lit up as he took the heavy bamboo jars from her hands, and an enticing aroma immediately wafted over.

"Thank you very much, Lady Ning'an. I'll take my leave now!"

The Zhennan Army is having a tough time now. When Dongqing and Huijun followed Huo Huaizhi in the north, they never faced such a situation.

With those powerful figures in charge, the imperial court dared not delay paying military salaries.

But I never expected that things would be so different in the south!

The soldiers are now having trouble even getting their New Year's Eve dinner!

"General, please have your breakfast!"

The soldier brought in a bowl of thin porridge and two buckwheat buns, but there wasn't even a dish of pickled vegetables on the plate.

Being able to eat buckwheat buns is already a privilege reserved for generals; ordinary soldiers below them can only drink porridge for all three meals a day.

Huo Huaizhi's anger flared up again. "Take the steamed buns away, I'll just have porridge!"

Although he was born into nobility, he was not a spoiled and dissolute playboy.

On the contrary, he was always able to share weal and woe with his soldiers.

The soldiers outside can only drink thin porridge now, how can he eat steamed buns?

But the soldier looked troubled. "General, you've just recovered. How can you recover by only drinking porridge?"

"Take it away!" Huo Huaizhi said coldly again.

The soldier was still afraid of him, so he had no choice but to take out the steamed bun and leave.