"Yes, he's grown much stronger because he's closer to the goddess."
"The goddess is so wonderful."
"We can't call her Goddess. Grandpa said, 'Call her...General'?"
"Yes, it's the general!"
The people of the Fengshi tribe were not the only ones who enjoyed the feast; the garrison troops who had previously followed Xiao Lanyi also did.
When the men tasted Granny Wang's amazing cooking skills, they suddenly understood why Miss Huo's soldiers could fight ten men to one on the battlefield.
If they could eat this kind of thing every day, they could fight too.
With the addition of Zhang's mother's braised pork, most people thought that staying on the grassland for a while longer wouldn't be a bad idea.
"Little grass, did you eat these every day before?"
The girl shook her head, holding a sesame seed cake, and said earnestly.
"We can't eat this well every day. We usually eat the food made by Zhang Mama's apprentices, which is far inferior."
"But you can eat Aunt Wang's sesame cakes every day. They're right in our county, so you can go whenever you want."
"But being able to eat meat every day is about the same as this."
Then, Xiaocao pointed to the large basin full of meat, potatoes, and carrots.
Comparisons are odious; why are soldiers divided into different ranks? If your combat achievements aren't as impressive as others, that's one thing—that's called incompetence.
We're all bodyguards, earning fifteen taels of silver a month, and doing the same work. Why do others get to eat this every day while we have to eat pig swill every day? It's lucky if we can get the food cooked by General Erhei.
Seeing her colleagues eating so devoutly, Xiaocao stepped back a couple of times, saying, "You can eat as much as you like, it's not that bad, really."
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