Chapter 935: The Preciousness of Food

Albinism was a little surprised by Cang Jiuyao's words, and looked at her puzzled.

The smile on Cang Jiuyao's face was indifferent: "I just want to say that I will be afraid to worry about many things, but the way my worry and fear are expressed is to be more courageous." ”

Albino looked at Cang Jiuyao's eyes deeply: "Then what about this time, master, are you afraid?" ”

This time, not only Cang Jiuyao, but even Bai Hua, who knew a lot about the battle situation, also knew the danger of fighting against the Northern Xinjiang Army this time.

In the battle report, only the first battle was won and the Northern Frontier Army was intercepted, but there was no statement to the outside world about how tragic the sacrifice was in each battle.

Cang Jiuyao nodded lightly without hesitation: "Although I can't say I'm afraid, but there are still some worries, after all, the war is cruel and unpredictable, and no one can say the final victory until the last moment." A normal person should be afraid, only if he is afraid will he spare his life, and he will urgently seek victory. ”

Cang Jiuyao's face did not have the playful color of Fang Cai, and he looked at Bai Hua calmly and solemnly and said: "A normal person will always have some fear when facing death, maybe it is not that he is worried about losing his life, but about how those who care and love him will deal with themselves if he loses his life." ”

Albino looked sideways thinking about what Cang Jiuyao said, and at that moment, something came to his mind, but it was difficult to grasp it.

Throughout the night, Cang Jiuyao only closed his eyes and rested for a moment when it was close to dawn, and patrolled the night many times during the rest of the night, warning everything around him.

As dawn approached, the cooks who accompanied the army had already gotten up early and began to prepare breakfast for the soldiers.

The cauldron was steaming, and the porridge that was not thick was also bubbling with the aroma of rice porridge, dispelling the cold that had accumulated all night.

The cook originally opened a small stove for Cang Jiuyao, and fried a plate of bacon and grilled dry food.

But Cang Jiuyao gave those things to a soldier casually, and instead instructed the cook: "In the future, my diet will be the same as that of all soldiers, and there is no need to open another stove." ”

The cook was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't react, because it was normal for a general to eat better than a soldier, and that would be the case with any general.

And this eldest lady of General Cangda's family actually wants to eat the same thing as a soldier.

Everyone who heard Cang Jiuyao say this couldn't help but worry about whether she, a pampered young lady, would be able to swallow their vulgar food.

Cang Jiuyao didn't care about the whispered discussions and glances of the people around her, took a bowl of thin rice porridge from the still stunned cook, and walked aside.

Albinism also stepped forward and ordered, "Give me a copy." ”

The cook was stunned again and gave albino a copy.

Seeing that Bai Hua and Cang Jiuyao had gone a little farther, the cook shook his head while serving porridge and muttered: "This world is really strange, women not only lead soldiers to fight, but the pampered eldest lady doesn't eat good dishes, but she wants to eat these things." ”

Cang Jiuyao soaked the cold and hard steamed buns in the gruel a little softer, and only then did she naturally send the bowl of porridge that was not like porridge and steamed buns that were not like steamed buns into her stomach.

During this period, there were many people who frequently looked sideways, wanting to see in private whether this pampered eldest lady would just do that superficial work, and privately threw away the gruel and cold steamed buns for other delicate snacks while people were unprepared.