Zhu Junyang’s phoenix eyes flickered as he looked towards Yu Xiaocao. That lass was currently grinning simple mindedly. The thing that made him the most angry was that the little lass was personally helping that fellow Su Ran ladle up a bowl of ‘Buddha Jumps Over the Wall’ and she even blew on the soup a bit as if she was afraid he would get scalded…

“Ahem ahem!” Zhu Junyang coughed fakely a couple of times. When everyone turned their heads to look at him, including the puzzled Xiaocao, he slightly frowned and pretended to look out of sorts as he sighed lamentfully, “Argh, I don’t know if I wasn’t used to the crude environment of the northwest, but I wasn’t able to eat very well there. Lately I’ve been feeling under the weather quite often. Not sure if I’ll ever get back to full health…”

Old General Zhao and his son were speechless at this.

Everyone who had served in the northwest knew that, from time to time, they would sneak into the enemy side in the middle of the night and steal some cattle and sheep from them. These stolen goods were then used to reward the soldiers with some added meat to their rations. As the commander of the northwest army, Zhu Junyang ate quite a lot of beef and mutton while he was there. In addition, this fellow frequently took his trusted aides along to infiltrate deeply within the prairie and hunt game. They ate and ate until all of them were plump and brawny. Who within the army didn’t know that Royal Prince Yang had a set of barbecue condiments on hand that...