“That won’t do! Our Long’er and him aren’t married yet. It’s agreed that I’ll go and wash Long’er’s clothes.”
When Eunuch Wang arrived at the military camp, he still couldn't beat Li Xiaocao. It wasn't that he couldn't beat her, but that this child was just as headstrong as his own granddaughter.
Good things are going now, I have work to do.
"Okay, you can rest here, sir," Master Miao said to Eunuch Wang.
"When you get old, you sometimes need to stretch your arms and legs. I'm going."
Miao Cuifang thought for a moment, then stepped aside and said...
"Alright, you go ahead."
He's getting old, and his mother-in-law says we should respect the elderly and care for the young.
The scouts from Da'an originally wanted to see what was going on inside the military camp, but seeing the smoke rising from the kitchen, they couldn't help but go further inside.
The spies who do this job are all highly skilled in light-footed martial arts, and their main skill is to stay put.
It's normal that the soldiers couldn't notice, but surely Zhang's mother could too?
She heard it the moment the scout jumped onto the roof of her kitchen. Zhang Bixia, the daughter of the martial arts alliance leader, was practically a professional at jumping into someone's arms.
But Zhang's mother didn't move, wanting to see what he was doing.
The pot contained a late-night snack for Long'er and the girls who were still awake. Er Ya went to sleep; she was on night shift today.
The dish is packed with beef brisket and tendons, with red oil bubbling on top, and below it are white and translucent rice noodles, sprinkled with minced garlic and chili.
The scout's stomach growled a few times. To be honest, his general had never eaten so well in all the years he had fought.
Outside, Ping'er walked in wearing armor and immediately spoke.
"Mom, I'm hungry."
"Eat something if you're hungry, I'll fill you up."
The woman found a small stool, sat down, and then started slurping her food from the bowl.
The scouts assumed that Ping'er and Zhang Mama were mother and daughter, which explained their ability to enjoy such fine food. Otherwise, in Dongyu, where there were no cattle or sheep, this would surely have been eaten by the Prince of Zhenbei.
"Mom, what are you making tonight? This smells so good, I woke up to the aroma. Give me some too."
The speaker was Wenye. Her tent was quite close to Zhang's mother's, and it smelled really good.
"Sit down there, have some beef brisket noodles, eat more."
"Is there enough to eat, Mom?"
Zhang's mother lifted the lids of two large stoves next to her, revealing huge pots filled with beef brisket noodles.
"That's enough, eat up."
no……
The Da'an spy's eyes were practically bulging with redness.
So much! How many daughters do you have to eat like this?
Can the Prince of Zhenbei eat all this stuff by himself?
Ever since Er Ya told Zhang Mama that the landlord's family had plenty of surplus grain, the two of them have been cooking it in different ways every day. They can make sure that everyone in the army gets a bowl, if not a mouthful.
The cooks had their own barracks; the garrison in Zhenbei built five of these kitchens alone.
"Mom, I'm hungry, I need some food."
Huo Xiaolong walked in with his group of girlfriends, including Jiang Tianxin, Sun Zixi, and Li Jian.
Da Ni'er felt disgusted when she heard Long'er speaking in a high-pitched voice, and then she saw Zhang's mother serve her a full spoonful of beef brisket.
The grassland king immediately imitated Huo Xiaolong's manner and said something.
"Mommy, I'm hungry, I need food."
I can say "Mom" so naturally now, I used to say it when I was a kid.
"Mom, I want one too! I want one too!" The little girl was determined not to give in.
"Alright, alright, you're all just greedy. Look how steady Li Jian is."
Although she was composed, Zhang's mother was absolutely impartial. Every girl who came over, no matter who she was, was given a full spoonful of beef brisket.
Li Jian lowered his head and said
"Thank you, Aunt Zhang."
More and more people entered the kitchen, and the Da'an spy on the roof grew increasingly cold.
For two months, the Prince of Zhenbei was still able to eat this kind of food and even share some with each of the soldiers on night duty. This means that she was not short of food at all; on the contrary, she had plenty of fish and meat every day.
How to fight, and what to use?
General Huang couldn't outlast the Prince of Zhenbei. This strategy was supposed to be about attrition, but now, they were the ones who were exhausted.
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