After that, Wang Xiuxiu did not meet with General Minglang for several days.
Wang Xiuxiu didn't take it to heart; she simply assumed that General Minglang must be busy with military affairs.
Little did they know, this was all Minglang's deliberate act.
It's worth noting that the last time he so openly displayed his vulnerable side was in front of Sister Su.
But that was several years ago.
That day, even he himself couldn't understand what kind of magic had controlled him, making him so humiliated!
This sudden embarrassment was truly unbearable for the young general, who had always presented himself as resolute and courageous. He felt ashamed to face anyone else.
However, this situation did not last long.
The usually calm and collected strategist, for some reason, insisted on taking him to see Wang Xiuxiu.
They even acted as if they would beat me up if I didn't go.
Minglang had no choice but to end his brief escape trip ahead of schedule.
The strategist hurriedly grabbed Minglang and sped off in one direction.
Minglang was surprised because his destination was not the military tent where Wang Xiuxiu was, but the kitchen, which was usually the most bustling with activity.
The two finally arrived at the kitchen, and the sight before them left Minglang speechless.
The kitchen was packed with people, and even the entrance was completely blocked.
The crowd was bustling and noisy.
Upon seeing this, the strategist's face darkened, and he suddenly roared in anger.
In an instant, the crowd that had been huddled together scattered like startled birds, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
After the crowd dispersed, the strategist and Minglang quickly walked into the kitchen.
However, what appeared before them was an empty table. The large bowl that should have been full of food was now completely empty, without even a crumb left.
Upon seeing this, the strategist was so angry that his eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.
His eyes burned with rage, practically spitting fire. "Didn't you promise to leave me some?! You bunch of damned little bastards!"
Minglang, who was standing to the side, was completely stunned; he simply couldn't believe his ears.
Is this still the same strategist who is always so refined and eloquent?
Was she so angry that she lost her composure and even swore?
After a while, Minglang finally came to his senses and quickly put on a smiling face, "Don't be angry! Don't be angry! Strategist, please calm down! Let's talk this out! Tell me what happened, and I'll go and teach those wolves who angered you a lesson right away!"
To everyone's surprise, the strategist wasn't buying it at all. Instead, he turned around and glared fiercely at Minglang, "You still have the nerve to say that! If it weren't for you dawdling and wasting time the whole way, would we have gotten here so late!"
Minglang awkwardly scratched the back of his head, then, like a child who had made a mistake, silently took a few steps back, and then cautiously took a few more steps back.
Just as he was about to leave the kitchen, the strategist said with considerable disdain, "Don't back out! If you back out any further, you're out of here! Hurry up and go find Mr. Wang right now. You have to find a way to get that prescription from him, no matter what. Whether you buy it or beg him, you have to get it for me! Do you hear me?"
"Did you hear that?" The strategist frowned when he saw that Minglang had no reaction, and his tone became urgent.
Hearing the strategist's urging, Minglang snapped out of his daze and hurriedly replied, "I heard you!"
Although he still knew nothing about what the strategist was talking about, based on his years of experience with the strategist, he knew that the strategist was on the verge of anger. In any case, it was best to agree first.
And so, filled with doubt, Minglang walked toward Wang Xiuxiu's tent.
As soon as I stepped into the tent, a slightly familiar, crispy aroma wafted into my nostrils.
It seemed to have some similarities to the smell I had when I passed by the kitchen earlier.
At this moment, Wang Xiuxiu was sitting upright at the table, holding a spoon, and enjoying the food in her bowl.
Her focused and enjoyable expression made Minglang curious about what delicious food was in her bowl.
When Wang Xiuxiu noticed someone coming in, she looked up and saw that it was Minglang. She put down the bowl in her hand and stood up to greet him.
"General Ming, what brings you here?" Wang Xiuxiu asked with a smile.
Minglang stared at the bowl on the table, which still emitted an enticing aroma, and swallowed hard. "What are you eating? It smells really good. Can I have a bowl too?"
Wang Xiuxiu was taken aback at first, then quickly nodded and replied, "Ah? Oh, okay! Of course!"
As she spoke, she turned around, picked up a clean bowl and spoon, filled the bowl to the brim, and handed it to Minglang.
Wang Xiuxiu was secretly planning to seize the initiative this time and make the other party follow her rhythm.
However, she never expected that this guy would act completely unpredictably.
The carefully prepared speech was completely disrupted, and he had to swallow it back.
Minglang picked up the bowl, gulped it down in a few mouthfuls, then held up the empty bowl, staring intently at Wang Xiuxiu, his expression exactly like a golden retriever begging for food with its bowl in its mouth.
Wang Xiuxiu was at a loss for words, and had no choice but to get up again and add another bowl for him.
And so, back and forth, this guy actually drank four whole large bowls in a row, before finally patting his round belly with a satisfied look on his face.
Wang Xiuxiu could only stare helplessly, inwardly groaning and wishing she could immediately kick this glutton out of the house.
Looking at the man in front of me, he seemed to have no intention of discussing serious matters.
Wang Xiuxiu couldn't wait any longer and forgot about her previous desire to take the initiative. After taking a deep breath, she braced herself and asked, "General Ming, you've come to see me today, surely there's something important on your mind?"
Upon hearing this, Minglang was taken aback for a moment, then slapped his forehead as if suddenly realizing something. "Oh, right! The strategist told me that you have a miraculous formula, Mr. Wang, and I came here today specifically to ask you for it!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiuxiu couldn't help but twitch her lips.
Although she hadn't intended to sell the recipe, it was still infuriating that this guy was so brazen and shameless in asking for it directly.
"You want it?"
"I want it!" Minglang said earnestly.
Wang Xiuxiu sat up straight and said, “We call this fried noodles. You have been leading troops in battle for many years, so you should know what this means to the soldiers.”
Upon hearing this, Minglang abandoned his usual casualness and nodded solemnly, "I understand. Name your price, I'm willing to pay any amount."
However, Wang Xiuxiu gently shook her head, "There's no need to buy it with money. I'm only giving this recipe away, not selling it."
Upon hearing this, Minglang stared intently at him, remaining silent for a moment before asking, "Then there must be conditions, right?"
Wang Xiuxiu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a sly smile. "The condition is simple: please bring your strategist to listen to one of my lectures!"
"lecture?"
“That’s right, it’s giving a lecture!” Wang Xiuxiu nodded, then explained, “I’m going to give you a lecture on economic theory!”
“Oh? You want to use this method to persuade me to agree to trade with the North?” Minglang stared intently at Wang Xiuxiu, his gaze deep and sharp.
"Yes," Wang Xiuxiu readily admitted in the face of Minglang's questioning.
"Hmph, do you think that just one lecture can erase the deep-seated hatred between our Ming family army and the Northern Border, buried beneath countless bones?" Minglang's lips curled into a contemptuous sneer.
“I never thought that way. As for the final decision, it all depends on you. I promise you that no matter what the outcome, I will present the formula to you without reservation after this course.”
Her gaze remained fixed on Minglang. After a brief pause, she continued, "Could it be that General Ming is worried that he will be persuaded by my words?"
After saying that, Wang Xiuxiu said no more, but just stared at Minglang quietly, waiting for his response.
Upon hearing this, Minglang narrowed his eyes slightly, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Oh? A provocation, perhaps?"
However, when faced with Minglang's question, Wang Xiuxiu did not answer, but only smiled.
"Okay, then it's a deal!"
After speaking, he turned and walked towards the door.
Just as he was about to step out of the room, Minglang suddenly stopped, then slowly turned around, his gaze returning to Wang Xiuxiu, and asked with a puzzled look, "There's one more thing, how did you come up with such a unique way of making fried noodles?"
Upon hearing this, the smile that had been on Wang Xiuxiu's face instantly vanished, replaced by a solemn and dignified expression.
She straightened her back and said in a serious and earnest tone, "This is not a method I came up with. The person who truly conceived of this ingenious method is an extremely great and wise person."
After hearing this explanation, Minglang nodded thoughtfully.
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