Wen Mohan was in a good mood. "No need to be polite. Just treat it as usual."
Jiang Mengli smiled wryly, "You really don't consider yourself an outsider. But you can't eat for free. You have to wash the dishes later."
These words made everyone present gasp.
He actually asked Prince Yu to wash the dishes!
I'm afraid he's never done dishes in his life.
Jiang glared at her and said angrily, "A-Li!"
"Don't blame me, grandma. It's just washing dishes. I agree." Wen Mohan responded with a smile, without any look of displeasure.
Hearing this, Jiang Mengli smiled and said, "Grandma, he agreed to this himself. As a man of both literary and martial talents, washing dishes is a piece of cake for him."
Faced with Wen Mohan's arrival, the others were still a little reserved and didn't dare to sit down together. It was only after he gave the order that they all sat down.
The pot was steaming and a lot of meat and vegetables were put into it.
The atmosphere became much more lively when the wine was served.
Jiang was uncharacteristically trying to persuade Wen Mohan to drink less and also picked up some food for him.
"You are going to fight tomorrow, so eat more food and drink less wine. On the battlefield, swords are merciless, so be careful and cautious."
Everyone: “…”
Jiang didn't realize their surprise and continued, "If you really can't win, just run away. There's a saying that goes, 'As long as there are green mountains, there's no need to worry about running out of firewood.'"
Wen Mohan's heart warmed for a moment, and he regained his composure and smiled faintly, "A qualified warrior will never retreat."
Hearing this, Jiang frowned and said, "Well, you people are just stubborn. Ali's father was just like that. He always said he would die for his country without regrets, but he never thought about his family."
"This isn't about being a deserter. You're supposed to run away from the enemy, recuperate, and then fight back after careful planning. Do you understand?"
Under everyone's gaze, she took out a peace blessing from her waist and placed it in Wen Mohan's hand, "It can keep you safe."
The atmosphere became a little weird and the air was very quiet.
After a while, Wen Mohan finally held Ping An Fu and said, "Thank you, grandma. I will take good care of it."
His heart was beating slightly, and even his nose felt a little sour.
This is the second blessing of peace I have received since I was a child. The first one was given by my biological mother.
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