Hong Fei knew that the General’s cooking skills were extremely good, even many master chefs in charge of restaurants couldn’t compare to the General’s small pot. It’s just that cooking for a large group was difficult, and making food in a large pot was too exhausting. The Liang family brothers protected the General. The Yun Army also didn’t want to make the General work so hard, so much so that Hong Fei and her fellow female soldiers, despite their fondness for the General’s cooking, could only hold back their cravings and dare not make demands. Now that the General had indicated he would cook himself, to them, it was more joyous than any reward. Thus, the courtyard rang with successive cheers. Gao Jian, blind and unable to see with his eyes, tended to feel more unsettled in his heart. The sudden cheer startled Gao Jian into shivering. Seeing this, Liang Shujun couldn’t help but smile. This Ga Cefu from the He Mansion, there was a time when he was so gloriously proud! Once in the Sky Blue Building, because of He Su, Gao Jian came to cause trouble for him, even smashing his means of livelihood, the pipa he used for singing and playing! The two had past conflicts and contradictions, but now, the once arrogantly haughty Ga Cefu appeared as a pitiful ghost. Liang Shujun couldn’t help but reflect on the irony of life, "How the world shapes us." "Please, the two of you?" Liang Shujun extended his hand, making a welcoming gesture. In the yard, there was a stone table with four grey stone stools placed around it. Luo Yang couldn’t figure out Liang Shujun’s intention, but at the moment, like a fish on the cutting board, he had no choice but to let others slice him as they pleased. He knew clearly and recognized that he and Gao Jian were at a disadvantage. Moreover, in the presence of the other party, they had nothing to do but bow their heads. The sound of the spatula stirring in the pot emanated from the yard, and the scent of food wafted through the air. Hong Fei and her fellow soldiers fetched many buckets of water and brought them back to their rooms. Then, one by one, they went in to wash up. The soldiers did things efficiently, like bathing, which was done almost in the blink of an eye. Therefore, one could see these robust women emerge from their rooms in succession. Their hair was wet, and they wildly shook their heads, patting one another on the shoulder or playfully tugging at the backs of each other’s heads, faces aglow with simple, honest, and genuine smiles. However, in contrast to the lively atmosphere here, the mood between Liang Shujun, Luo Yang, and Gao Jian was exceptionally somber. Luo Yang felt very oppressed. It seemed as if the air in this place was almost stagnant. He took a deep breath and then clenched his fists slightly, steadying his mind as he looked across at the stunningly beautiful man. The man was graceful, the corners of his lips curled with a carefree smile, yet there was an added aura of nobility about him. Purity in nobility, charm in seduction—these were two completely contradictory traits, but they were flawlessly blended in him. Shujun poured the tea one by one, then pushed two cups of tea towards Luo Yang and Gao Jian. He arranged his robe sleeves with an indifferent expression and then said— "Please, the two of you?" Luo Yang hesitated for a moment. Shujun chuckled, "Don’t worry, I am not so despicable as to poison the tea." Luo Yang forced an unnatural smile on his face, "Young Master Feng, you worry too much. Luo Yang would not presume the worst of a gentleman’s heart using the mindset of a petty person." After speaking, Luo Yang picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp! Gao Jian was blind and had to feel his way around.