Apparently, Feng Ruqing did not want to waste so much time in the cave.
Feng Ruqing's eyes swept past the spirit herb soup and she sank into deep thought.
"I should give some spirit herb soup to my father, grandpa, and the Iron-Blooded Troop as well. Spirit herbs are no match for herbal dish when they are severely hurt. It would be too late to cook it when they really need it."
'Who has the luxury of time to cook in the battlefield? I must make some spirit herb soup when I return to the city.'
When the spirit herb soup was ready, knowing that the cubs were not capable of taking it on their own, Feng Ruqing took a bowl of soup and walked toward the cubs.
Roar!
Seeing this, the three-striped tiger kept its guard up and roared ferociously at Feng Ruqing.
'If you dare hurt my cubs, I will not let you off easily!'
