Traveling through the Immortal Realm: Starting from Becoming a Top-Level Furnace Cauldron

This statement came out.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Wang Jian frowned, his eyes fixed on Lu Yuguan like a hawk: "Who are you?"

"Where is the cook in charge?"

Lu Yuguan's heart skipped a beat, his mind racing, and he said, "General, he...he went to poop. I'll take him there."

"This porridge is cooked to perfection. It won't taste good if it gets cold. General, would you like to try it?"

He placed the pottery jar on the table with an attentive look on his face and opened the lid.

The smell of wild vegetables filled the air.

Wang Jian looked at Zhou suspiciously, then looked at Lu Yuguan's smile, and doubts filled his heart.

As a general of the Qin army, experienced in hundreds of battles, how sharp is his intuition?

This kid.

There is definitely a ghost.

Wang Jian's voice was low and full of unquestionable majesty.

"I'm going to ask you, who do you serve under?"

"When did you join the camp?"

"Where are you from?"

An invisible pressure poured down.

【Host】

【The pill is exposed! 】

The system gave a chilling reminder.

Lu Yuguan's forehead was covered with sweat, but he forced himself to remain calm. "I'm Captain Li's nephew. I came with the grain cart and was just transferred to the kitchen not long ago..."

"My origin is from the Qin State."

The adjutant interrupted and said, "We Qin people are all tall and strong. Why are you so thin?"

Ah shit.

Looking for trouble, right?

Lu Yuguan was worried.

Faced with the adjutant's harassment, he had to muster up the courage to explain, "My family is poor, and I have been malnourished since childhood, so naturally I look a little bit ugly."

Everyone frowned after hearing this.

Thin skin and tender meat.

You said you look ugly because of malnutrition?

Wang Jian didn't rush to make a conclusion. He said calmly, "You said you were from Qin. I'm sure you can speak the Qin dialect. Come on, sing a few lines."

"Oh, sir, I'm tone-deaf..." Lu Yuguan scratched his head.

"Just sing when I tell you to, why are you talking so much nonsense!" the adjutant shouted.

"I know...I know."

Lu Yuguan was helpless and said, "I will sing it now. Please don't laugh at me, adults."

【What?】

When did you learn the song?

The system was confused.

Lu Yuguan cleared his throat and sang loudly:

"Daqin is my hometown~"

"The zither and the harp played beautifully~"

Everyone:...

system:……

Wang Jian frowned. "From your accent, you sound more like someone from South Vietnam."

Lu Yuguan's eyes widened, and he quickly explained: "To answer your question, my great-great-grandfather was a native of Chu. I remember that drifter in Beijing back then..."

Before he could finish, a deputy general beside him suddenly shouted: "Slippery tongue!——"

"General, this boy is most likely a spy for the Zhao army. I'm afraid the porridge is poisoned!"

"Someone, take him down!"

The guards outside the tent rushed in upon hearing the noise.

Lu Yuguan's heart was beating so wildly that it almost jumped out of his throat.

Totally spicy!

This time I’m not crying because of the spiciness, but because I’m going to be chopped to tears!

"Wait a minute."

At the critical moment, Wang Jian suddenly raised his hand and stopped the guard.

He glanced at the pot of porridge that was still steaming, and then looked at Lu Yuguan, whose face was covered in dust.

This kid...

He's been messing around for so long, it's obvious that he's not smart.

Li Mou would let such a fool be a spy?

Unless he's crazy.

Wang Jian sneered, "Spy? Poisoned? If it's poisoned porridge, I'd like to taste it and see what kind of poison it is. What can it do to me?"

Say it.

Amid the exclamations of the generals, Wang Jian picked up the wooden spoon beside him, scooped up a spoonful of vegetable porridge, and put it directly into his mouth!

The tent fell silent in an instant.

Everyone's heart was in their throat, staring closely at Wang Jian's reaction.

Lu Yuguan held his breath and his eyes widened.

Cattle!

Such a big spoonful, if I don’t kill you with spicy food, I’d be a dog!

Wang Jian was startled at first, his brows subconsciously furrowed, and his Adam's apple rolled.

Lu Yuguan had a ferocious expression on his face and shouted, "Hahahaha! Mission accomplished!"

however.

Wang Jian's expression only lasted for a moment.

Then, his brows slowly relaxed, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

What a refreshing taste!

After several months of siege, the army's food was rough and bland, and their mouths were already numb.

This overbearing spicy taste was like a bolt of lightning, instantly splitting his taste buds!

"Well……"

Wang Jian savored it carefully, then scooped up another spoonful and put it into his mouth, this time with a little impatience.

The spicy smell rushed straight into his nasal cavity and crown, bringing a kind of stimulation of pain and pleasure, which lifted his spirit that was exhausted from the long battle!

"This smell..."

Wang Jian smacked his lips, a gleam in his eyes, and looked at Lu Yuguan, "Boy, what did you add to the porridge that is so refreshing?"

"what?"

Lu Yuguan was completely dumbfounded.

What the hell.

What happened to the spicy food that was supposed to make you cry? Why is it still being tasted? And it's supposed to be refreshing?

This Qin general is probably an M, right?!

"General, this..."

The lieutenants looked at each other in bewilderment.

Wang Jian laughed heartily and took another big sip. He felt a surge of warmth rising from his stomach, and his entire body felt relaxed. The annoyance he had felt for the past few days was largely dispelled.

"interesting!"

"I didn't expect there was such a seasoning expert in the army!"

Everyone was stunned.

what's the situation?

Isn’t that boy a spy?

Why are you still happy to eat for the general? !

The accompanying clerk asked cautiously, "General, are you...really okay?"

"I'm fine," Wang Jian said with a wave of his hand. "From today on, you will be in charge of my meals. If you do a good job, there will be a big reward!"

No.

Is this right?

Under the current circumstances, Lu Yuguan could only force a smile and say, "Thank you for your appreciation, General. I will do my best!"

【Host】

【Where's the promised battle of wits? 】

Lu Yuguan took a deep breath: "...Tongzi, I feel like you are just having fun."

Be more confident

Remove the feeling

Lu Yuguan: “…”

In the next few days, he continued to cut materials, but Wang Jian was convinced of his craftsmanship.

first day.

Lu Yuguan decided to go all out and decided to just spic this guy to death, so he added half a bottle of chili oil to the corn rice and stirred it until it turned red.

Wang Jian took a bite, his eyes reddened, sweat formed on the tip of his nose, and he slammed the table: "That's strong, awesome!"

"This kind of military rations can boost morale. Reward!"

Lu Yuguan: “…”

The next day, Lu Yuguan tried to kill him by souring him. He simply took out a can of sour plum paste and poured it on the half-burnt meat.

Wang Jian chewed for a moment, squinting his eyes due to the sour taste, then relaxed his brows:

“Sour and refreshing!”

"I've been greasy for days, and this is exactly what I need to relieve the greasiness. Okay, more!"

Lu Yuguan: “…”

Day three.

Lu Yuguan was completely numb.

He even took out Wang Zhijian's stinky fermented tofu, but Wang Jian not only did not despise it, but ordered several more bowls of rice. Even the old cook wanted to learn from him.

The soul is weak!

Lu Yuguan was in tears.

It seems strong, but in fact there is no other way.

Not only was Lu Yuguan not punished, but he became a favorite of the general. Even the soldiers who had captured him were more polite to him.