Chapter 7 — I use an iron ladle to raise the power of the gods

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“Yes!” I quickly agreed, pulled Tieu Triet and tried to escape.

“Wait.” The general called us again. “What did you just say, Ung Sau Gian?” He looked at Tieu Triet, his eyes became sharp.

Tieu Triet's heart jumped into his throat. He met the General's gaze and said in a deep voice: "General, the barbarian main force will definitely pass through Ung Sau Gian and attack our army's food warehouse!" As soon as these words were uttered, everything was as quiet as a sheet of paper. A deputy general sneered: "You brat's mouth still stinks of milk and you talk nonsense! Ung Sau Gian is a dangerous area, how can barbarians find their own way to die?"

“False soldiers, evil path.” Tieu Triet was neither arrogant nor flattering, but spoke clearly. "The more impossible it seems, the more likely it is to become a fatal blow. Please, General, look at the sand table..."

At that moment, Tieu Triet seemed to turn into a different person. He is no longer a taciturn, taciturn handyman, but a talented commander in the tent, pointing out the country. His voice was clear and full of power. His analysis is rigorous down to every detail. His eyes exuded undeniable confidence. From analyzing the terrain to comparing forces, from the barbarians' combat habits to our side's defense vulnerabilities. He said something out of nowhere, causing all the veteran generals present there to change their expressions and shake. The contempt on the General's face had long since disappeared. Instead, his face became increasingly solemn. Waiting until Tieu Triet finished speaking, the entire tent fell into a long silence. After a long time, the General slowly spoke: "What is your name?" Tieu Triet stood up straight and clearly answered each word: "Poor soldier, Tieu Triet." 16. That year's battle, Tieu Triet became famous in one battle. The general finally accepted his suggestion and set up an ambush at Ung Sau Gian. As expected, a group of elite barbarian cavalry threatened to steal the grain warehouse. As a result, he crashed into the huge sky net and was killed until he no longer had any armor left. The commander was captured alive, the barbarian army was in turmoil. Our main force took advantage of the victory and rushed back with great victory. This is Bac Canh's biggest victory in the past ten years. Good news is reported to the capital, Long Nhan is a great review. And Tieu Triet, the person who came up with the key strategy, was naturally rewarded. He was specially promoted to the position of Chief of Staff, got rid of his status as a criminal, and had his own barracks and soldiers. The day he moved, he didn't bring anything with him. He just stood in front of me, staring at me for a long time.

“From now on, I will take care of you.” He said, his tone was solemn, like a promise.

I laughed, patted him on the shoulder, the force was so strong that it made him stagger. “That's okay, son, I'll be counting on you from now on.” He was stunned, a suspicious blush suddenly appeared on his handsome face. He moved his lips slightly, but in the end still didn't say a word, he turned around and strode away. 【System notification: Target Tieu Triet, favorability towards host +30. Current favorability: 70 (Return).】 【Warning! Warning! The host's behavior has seriously deviated from the main line of "Love Story" and requires immediate correction!】 【We recommend that the host take advantage of this opportunity to express his gratitude. Admire Tieu Triet, convert your liking into love points!】 I sang a small song while stewing myself a pot of pig's feet, too lazy to pay attention to the system's warning. Love points? Can that thing be ground and eaten? Is it as fragrant as the glory and wealth that my son will bring me in the future? 17. Tieu Triet's path to advancement is much faster than we imagined. He was like a treasured sword that had been buried for a long time. Once unsheathed, it shone brightly. His military talent was demonstrated without fail in each battle. Ambushes, ambushes, sieges to attack reinforcements... all tactics are as easy as it sounds. He ruled his army strictly, rewards and punishments were clear, and the soldiers under his command both respected and feared him. In just two years, he rose from Chief of Staff to Lieutenant, then to General Thien. His reputation in the army grew day by day, no one dared to call him "Sinner", but everyone respected him as "General Tieu". His living conditions are getting better and better. But I'm still the fat black chef who weighs two hundred pounds in the kitchen. He wanted to welcome me to his General's palace many times, but I refused every time.

“I'm very good here.” I told him, "I can eat meat every day, no one dares to control me, I am free."

He knows my personality so he doesn't force me. But since then, my kitchen has become the most special existence in the entire military camp. No one dares to mutilate our items, the freshest ingredients are always brought to us first.