It's bitterly cold at the border and the sky is filled with yellow sand, but a myth has been circulating among the troops in the northern border recently. "Have you heard? The new cook, Chef Fan, cooks food that can last your life!" "Really or not? I ate her scallion pancakes last time, and I felt wind under my feet when I ran!" "Not only that! After drinking her fish soup for a few days, the injury on my arm healed twice as fast as usual! She must be a fairy from heaven!" For a time, Fan Qingyao's kitchen became a holy place in the military, and she herself was also rumored to be a living god who could spread beans and turn soldiers into soldiers. In response, the newly appointed iron-blooded general Lu Shiyan said: Ridiculous! How can such rumors of strange power and chaos arise in the army? He wanted to see what kind of monster this Chef Fan was. As a result, he only saw a disgraced little cook, holding a big spoon and angrily chasing people away: "Queue in line! The elixir must be distributed according to the quantity, grab whatever you want!" Lu Shiyan said with a cold face: "Deceive the public with your lies and shake the morale of the army, you..." Before he could finish his words, his stomach growled at an inappropriate time. Fan Qingyao rolled his eyes at him and handed over a bowl of steaming mutton soup: "General, please give me a cushion first? I've added astragalus and angelica to this soup to replenish qi and activate blood. It's specially designed to treat your over-worrying face disease." Lu Shi GEO: "..." Later, the entire army discovered that their unsmiling and decisive general's daily patrol route became particularly fixed - he always "passed by" the kitchen no sooner or later. Later, the general's personal guards had to ask the same question every day: "General, are you still going to Mrs. Fan's house for an 'inspection' today?" Lu Shiyan said without changing his expression: "Well, military information is an important matter and cannot be delayed." After all,
