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Yan Ruchun's words were anything but polite, immediately turning Yao Zhilan's face red. She fumbled with her lips for a moment, unsure of what to say.
Next to them, Xu Muqing, who had been eating with her head down, raised her head and chimed in cheerfully, "Miss Yan is right. Just because our family owns a restaurant doesn't mean I have to know how to cook, does it? My father is the Minister of War, but that doesn't mean I know how to lead troops into battle!"
Glancing at Xu Muqing's plump figure, the corner of Yan Ruchun's mouth quirked up: "Fatty Xu, there's no need for self-pity. Even if you don't know how to lead armies, just throwing your body onto the battlefield could surely crush a few enemy soldiers! Your prospects of making a name for yourself are just around the corner, haha!"
