"Meet...meet the general?"
Chunxiang started to stutter as she spoke, and the bowl of braised pork in her hand suddenly became a hot potato.
The flag officer thought she was so happy that she was silly, and said expressionlessly: "Let's go."
"Hey... wait..."
Chunxiang was really in a state of confusion now.
As soon as she spoke, the flag officer glared at her. The flag officer looked ferocious and stood there like an iron tower. Chunxiang looked at the sword hanging on his waist, her heart beating like a drum, and she swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
If she admitted now that she had falsely claimed the credit, she might lose her head. If she obediently followed him to see the general, she might be able to get away with it.
Chunxiang smiled and said, "General, I'll go in and put this bowl of braised pork aside first."
The flag officer said coldly, "Hurry up."
Chunxiang brought a bowl of braised pork into the room. The aroma immediately attracted many women to look over. The ones who were closest to her immediately surrounded her and asked, "Sister Chunxiang, where did you get the braised pork?"
"It must be another general who has fallen for our sister Chunxiang!"
Chunxiang listened to these flattering words, and the uneasiness in her heart was slowly replaced by vanity. However, she was still afraid of being exposed. Faced with the braised pork that had aroused her cravings before, she had no appetite at all.
She distributed the braised pork to the women who gathered around her and acted generously: "I brought it back for you."
Several women couldn't help themselves and said a lot of flattering words.
Chunxiang felt elated and guilty after hearing this, so she quickly put on some lip balm and walked out: "Okay, I have something else to do, so I'll be out for a while."
Several women who were wolfing down the braised pork saw a flag officer standing outside, apparently waiting for Chunxiang, and they winked at her in a rather ambiguous manner.
Chunxiang did not explain anything, but smiled shyly. After leaving the door, she changed into a flattering manner and said, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time."
The flag officer still had a stern look on his face. He raised his hand and the soldiers who followed him walked back. Chunxiang had to jog behind them to keep up with their pace.
Qiu Kui went out to get some water and looked at Chunxiang and the flag officer's backs thoughtfully.
She was also there when Jiang Yanyi received his reward last night. The flag officer had a ferocious look on his face so she had a deep impression of him.
On the way to the commander-in-chief's camp, Chunxiang wanted to use her beauty to extract some useful information from the flag officer.
However, no matter how she tried to please him, the flag officer always answered her in a serious manner. Later, he even refused to pay attention to her, and his whole body showed contempt.
Chunxiang had lost the concept of shame since the day she entered the brothel, but she still felt a little embarrassed as it was the first time she was treated so coldly.
After following obediently for a while, the soldiers patrolling and standing guard in the surrounding tents suddenly changed their figures and temperaments.
When she passed by the camp over there, some soldiers would look at her curiously, and Chunxiang would occasionally meet a few familiar faces. But the soldiers in this camp all walked with their heads held high and looked straight ahead. Chunxiang even had the illusion that she would not even look at them if she walked by naked.
Listening to the coordinated footsteps and the sound of armor colliding, Chunxiang's heart was pounding, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she didn't even dare to look around.
When we arrived at the main general's camp, we saw dozens of guards with swords lined up in an "eight" shape, guarding the tent. At first glance, all of them were more than eight feet tall, mighty and sturdy, with stern faces.
Chunxiang shuddered violently, her calves felt weak, and she became more and more frightened. She regretted how she had been so foolish as to claim the credit for a bowl of braised pork.
The flag officer had explained his purpose to the guard at the door. After the guard went in to report, a soldier soon came with the message to let Chunxiang in.
Chunxiang's legs couldn't stop shaking. She had naturally heard of the vicious reputation of the King of Liaonan, and was afraid that if she was not careful, she would lose her life.
After she dragged her weak legs into the tent, she knelt on the ground, knocking her forehead on the blanket, not daring to look around: "I, the lowly person, pay my respects to the general."
When Feng Shuo saw that the person coming was a woman, he raised his eyes and glanced at his personal guard Xing Yao.
Xing Yao hurriedly explained in a low voice: "The messenger went to the fire camp and learned that the chef Li was not feeling well today, so the lion's head was made by this woman."
Chunxiang didn't hear anyone asking her to get up for a long time, but someone was whispering something. She was far away and couldn't hear Xing Yao's words at all. She wondered in her heart if they had figured out that she was here to impersonate him.
Chunxiang was so frightened that her face turned pale, and even when she was kneeling on the ground, her legs kept shaking.
Just as she was about to confess her guilt and beg for mercy, a low, mellow and charming voice finally came from above: "No need to be polite."
The ending tone carries a chill like ice and snow, but it makes people feel uneasy for some reason.
Chunxiang was distracted by the voice and for some reason raised her head and looked towards the main seat.
She even forgot to breathe for a moment. She had never seen such a handsome man in her life.
He has sword-like eyebrows and phoenix-like eyes, his eyes are like stars, he wears a jade crown on his head, and a black robe with dark red and red gold double lines of dark patterns. He holds a wolf hair brush in his hand and is writing something on a piece of paper, full of dignity and pride.
Chunxiang was mesmerized for a moment.
When Feng Shuo noticed that gaze, the aura around him instantly turned cold.
Xing Yao naturally knew what his master hated, and he immediately shouted, "How dare you!"
Chunxiang was frightened by the sound, and remembered that when she was in a brothel, when distinguished guests came to the building, the brothel mother would not allow them to look the guests directly, saying that it was impolite.
She quickly bowed her head: "General, please spare me! General, please spare me! It's the untouchables who don't know the rules!"
Feng Shuo had been mocked by court officials for his appearance, so he hated others staring at his face. He originally wanted to ask her a few questions about cooking, but now he put down his pen and told Xing Yao: "Take her down and write down the recipe."
Xing Yao took the order and quickly led Chunxiang downstairs.
Chunxiang followed Xing Yao nervously into the side tent. Looking at the four treasures of the study placed in front of her, cold sweat broke out on her face and her entire back was almost soaked.
"The prince is very satisfied with today's lion's head. Please write down the cooking method and the ingredients and seasonings used in detail." Xing Yao handed Chunxiang a brush dipped in ink.
Chunxiang took the pen with shaking hands, and because she was shaking so violently, a few drops of ink were splashed onto the snow-white rice paper.
Xing Yao saw that she hadn't started writing for a long time, so he frowned and asked, "But you can't write?"
Chunxiang heard this, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, and nodded repeatedly: "The untouchables can't read and write..."
Xing Yao went out and called a pen servant in, and ordered: "Write down what this woman says on the paper."
The pen servant nodded.
Xing Yao looked at Chunxiang and said, "You read it."
Chunxiang had no idea how to cook lion's head, but when she met Liu Cheng in the poplar forest this morning, she heard him mention lion's head. Since she had never eaten it before, she pestered him with a few more questions and listened to his brief explanation of how it was made.
She licked her lips, tried hard to recall Liu Cheng's words, and listed all the ingredients used.
Of course, Chunxiang didn't remember the specific dosage. She just relied on Liu Cheng's words and her own understanding to modify the recipe of the lion's head in order to fool people.
Xing Yao felt that this recipe seemed a little unreasonable, but he couldn't explain why, so he just urged the scribe to write it down quickly.
Soon, the pen servant wrote the recipe on the paper.
Xing Yao took the recipe and took a look at it. He felt something was not right. He asked, "No more?"
Chunxiang racked her brains but couldn't think of anything else, so she said anxiously, "That's it."
Xing Yao left a message: "Wait here."
He took the so-called "recipe" to find Feng Shuo.
Xing Yao entered the big tent and presented the recipe with a subtle expression: "Master, the recipe is ready."
"Put it there for now." Feng Shuo didn't even look at it, intending to take it back and let the doctor look at it himself. "Take fifty taels of silver and give it to the cook as a reward."
Xing Yao didn't know why Feng Shuo wanted the recipe, so he hesitated and said, "How about you take a look first? This recipe seems to me to be a little off."
"Something's wrong?" Feng Shuo's eyes lit up slightly.
Xing Yao said: "I can't really explain it..."
Feng Shuo looked at the menu on the table, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he said, "I understand. You can leave now."
Xing Yao asked: "Then will there be a reward?"
"reward."
Jiang Yanyi had no idea that Chunxiang had claimed credit for his contribution and received a reward of fifty taels of silver.
After she helped Zhao Tou'er pick out the good duck eggs to make preserved eggs, it was time to make dinner.