If it weren't for the few young masters stopping him, the cooking tent would have probably suffered heavy losses. After all, no one can stand up to the poison in the young master's cooking. They can't provoke him, they really can't.
If things go wrong, the whole camp's guards might end up with empty stomachs.
Don't doubt it, what if the young master poisons all the cooks in the tent? It's not impossible. The guards would surely be left hungry.
It's quite funny, others fear that an alchemist might poison them, but here at Camp Zhan Yun, they fear the young master's cooking.
After all, they have antidote pills for real poison, but when it comes to the young master's cooking, even Madam's antidote pills are useless.
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"Zheng'er, Nuonuo, where are you going?"
Qian Yizheng had little Nuonuo tucked under his arm and was caught red-handed by the returning Qian Jiyun and his wife.
