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The mutton rolled in the pot, and the smell of meat wafted throughout the town.

After a while, the steamed steamed buns are also out of the pot.

I saw that hot white steamed buns the size of a fist were brought out, and the soldiers of the Ning family army lined up to start receiving them.

One person received three big white steamed buns, and then lined up to make a bowl of mutton soup, which was very energetic to eat in this cold winter.

There is not much mutton in the bowl per person, only two or three pieces, but it can also be enjoyable, and the soup can be drunk at will.

The soldiers of the Imperial Forest Army and the Li Family Army looked at the food of the Ning Family Army and couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

In the past, after the old prince died on the battlefield, the Ning family's army ate bran and even could only eat half a full day, but they could still eat multigrain cakes to be full, and there was an indescribable sense of superiority at that time.

How famous Ning Jiajun is? And what about the elite army? In the end, it's not that you can't eat enough and don't have warm clothes.

But now people not only eat meat and drink soup, but also eat big white steamed buns, and the soldiers of the two armies really can't balance their hearts!

At this time, the generals of the two armies were also attracted by the taste of the broth, and when they found out that it was the food of the Ning family, they couldn't help but look at each other, when did the food of the Ning family army be so good?

Ning Xi also walked to the barracks at this time, and the soldiers were not afraid when they saw her, and they greeted one by one with bowls and steamed buns: "Little prince!" ”

"How's it going, are you still used to it?" Ningxi is draped in a red fox fur outside, and the delicate and beautiful face is like a peach blossom, which is more dazzling than the independent plum blossom in this withering cold day.

Even the soldiers of the other two armies sighed in their hearts, Ning Xiaowang is really good-looking!

"Get used to it, as long as there is a place where the little prince is, let's get used to it!"

"Haha, we eat well and dress warmly, it's the same everywhere."

The soldiers smiled happily at Ningxi one by one.

For Ning Xi, they are respectful, afraid and like to be close, in training, Ning Xi Xiang is stronger than them, and it is much more majestic and cold than usual, who dares to joke will definitely be punished to death.

But in private, Ning Xi gets along very well, and the soldiers can eat meat and drink in big bowls together, even when they talk about yellow jokes, they make people listen happily, which also shortens the distance between them.

Therefore, as long as it is not a serious occasion and training, the relationship between Ning Xi and the soldiers is more like a brother.

Seeing this, the soldier who was making mutton soup immediately made a bowl and handed it to Ning Xi, "Little prince, drink a bowl of soup to warm up." ”

Ning Xi didn't dislike it, he picked up the bowl and drank it, and the soldiers of the two armies were stunned.

"This taste is authentic today, and it will continue to be maintained next time!" After drinking, Tang Ningxi expressed encouragement.

The gang leaders listened to Ning Xi's praise one by one, and laughed so happily that their mouths were almost crooked, "Haha, it's all up to the little prince's teaching!" ”

"......" The soldiers of the two armies not far away twitched the corners of their mouths, the authenticity of the broth and Ning Xi's teachings have a good relationship, and the kung fu of this group of big-headed soldiers is really powerful.

"Little prince, the ingredients in this soup are so fragrant, do you want to save some in the future?" Hit the soup and asked Ningxi's gang leader.

Ning Xi waved his hand: "It's okay, after using up, the king will send it to Xiacheng." ”

Kasumi City has introduced a lot of spice seeds, and now a large number of them have been cultivated, and there is no shortage of this.

"Okay!" The leader of the gang was relieved when he heard this.

One of the generals of the Li family army looked down at the white radish soup in the bowl and the multigrain cake in his hand and frowned, "I don't know if Ning Jiajun deliberately wants to show off once, or if it will be this kind of food in the future." ”

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