Chapter 2 — I use an iron ladle to raise the power of the gods

He is Tieu Triet. His Royal Highness was once famous in the capital, but now he has turned into a despicable servant that anyone can bully in the army. The ex-thug soldiers behind him exchanged a look full of malice. Among them, the leader named Vuong Ma Tu deliberately stuck out his leg to get in the way. Tieu Triet staggered, more than half of the food in the bowl spilled out.

"Hey, isn't this our 'Master'? What's wrong, are you not able to walk anymore?" Vuong Ma Tu laughed strangely, and immediately a burst of laughter echoed around him.

Tieu Triet's body stiffened. His fingers holding the bowl turned white from the force used, and his joints creaked. He didn't turn around, nor did he say a word. Just want to leave quietly. 3.

“Stop!” Vuong Ma Tu refused to let go, reached out and grabbed his shoulder tightly. "If you get my shoes dirty, do you want to leave just like that?"

“What do you want?” Tieu Triet's voice was very deep, but cold as if immersed in ice.

“I don't want to.” Vuong Ma Tu moved closer to his ear, lowered his voice to a level that only a few people could hear, and sarcastically said: "I heard that before you were at the Marquis Palace, every meal was mountain and seafood dishes? Having come here, are you used to eating pork bran?" “Or, give your rice to your brothers to taste and see if the rice of the 'Master' is more fragrant?”

After speaking, he reached out to grab Tieu Triet's bowl. Tieu Triet suddenly leaned forward to avoid it, the anger that had been suppressed for so long flared up in his eyes. He was still just a teenager, the pride in his bones made him unable to endure this humiliation. He raised his hand to protest. However, his body, which had endured all the torment, was no match for a veteran soldier like Vuong Ma Tu. Vuong Ma Tu laughed and swung a punch straight at his face. The people around them all stood there with their arms folded and watched with the mentality of watching a funny show. No one spoke up, no one stopped it. In this border land where people are like trash, bullying a "criminal" who once had a noble status and is now reduced to slavery is one of their few pastimes. 【Host, the opportunity is here!】 The system screamed in my head. 【Quickly! Performing a scene where a beauty saves a hero, using your body of a willow that is weak to gather silk, to let him feel the first ray of light in the dark night!】 Body of a willow that is weak to gather silk? I glanced at my arm that could kill a cow with one punch. Look at Tieu Triet's waist, which is bigger than Tieu Triet's thighs. I immediately swung the large iron ladle within my reach. That ladle was both big and heavy, carrying a smell of grease and rust that did not dissipate over the years.

“King!” There was a loud noise, so shocking that people's eardrums were numb.

Before Vuong Ma Tu's fist could touch Tieu Triet's face, I firmly blocked it with an iron ladle. The huge impact force caused him to take a few steps back. He clutched his numb wrist, his face filled with disbelief. The entire noisy scene suddenly fell silent. All eyes were on us. 4. I am like a moving mountain of meat, stepping out from behind the table to share meals. The massive body carries an intense aura of oppression. I looked at Vuong Ma Tu with an expressionless face and spoke in a rough voice: "In the military camp, private fighting is forbidden. You want to be whipped." France?” Vuong Ma Tu's face changed from blue to white. "Lam... Fat Lam, this brat stole..." He wanted to find an excuse.

“What did he steal?” I interrupted him, my eyes glancing at Tieu Triet's almost empty bowl. “Steal the air from your bowl?”

There were suppressed giggles all around. Vuong Ma Tu was embarrassed, not knowing where to hide his face, fiercely glaring at Tieu Triet. He looked timidly at the large iron ladle in my hand, but in the end, he still didn't dare to do it again. He said, "You just wait there for me", then angrily led the person away. A storm subsided. Tieu Triet still stood there stunned. He looked at me, his eyes extremely complicated. There was surprise, there was caution, there was also a trace of fragility that was highlighted by my massive body. 【Host, great job! Although the method is a bit rough, the effect has been achieved!】 【Now, quickly go comfort him, give him warmth, let him...】 I ignore the system's noise. I stepped in front of Tieu Triet, he instinctively took a step back, his eyes even more defensive. I didn't say a word, just grabbed the almost empty bowl from his hand, turned around and walked into the kitchen. In a panicked cry, "What are you planning to do?!" of the system, we open the lid of the pot. Use a ladle to scoop up the biggest, greasiest piece of braised pork from the bottom of the pot, stewed until soft, and press it firmly into his bowl. Then stuffed him with two more dumplings.