His Little Woman Washed Her Hands to Stew Soup for Him

Although Mu Feichi had invited her to dinner, what "inviting" meant to Young Marshal Mu was different from what "inviting" meant to Yun Xi.

At noon, the butler ordered a cart full of fresh vegetables and meat to the mountain and gave Mu Feichi's private chef a day off so Yun Xi could make dinner herself.

Looking at the cart full of vegetables and meat, Yun Xi was somewhat dumbfounded. "How can we possibly finish this much food?"

The housekeeper smiled. "Miss Yun, just pick a few things that Young Marshal Mu likes to eat, and you can make them. The rest of the dishes and meat will be delivered to the kitchen in the camp and left for the soldiers on the mountains."

"So that's how it goes." Yun Xi stared at the vegetables in the cart that had just been pulled out of the fields. They had probably been planted nearby. They were all truly organic and free of pesticides.

"But I don't know what Young Marshal Mu likes to eat."