The soldiers were just gnawing on dry, hard biscuits when they were suddenly drawn to the large pot atop the earthen stove. The porridge prepared by the young mistress smelled truly incredible.
Niu Gao looked at that face, which so resembled the Great General, and couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow. The sister the General had once doted on most was now covered in grime, and more than that, she had become capable of everything; he had heard that back home, she was so pampered that she didn't know a thing about needlework, let alone cooking.
To think that someone of such noble birth was now squatting on the ground boiling porridge for them, her clothes stained with yellow mud and her hair in disarray—yet she didn't seem to think anything of it.
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