Everyone stared at Hou Kui's retreating back, furious.
They had all survived thanks to Chen Xian, so they deeply acknowledged him and admired him immensely.
What the hell was Hou Kui? He had actually assigned Chen Xian and Ding Chen to handle the meals?
"Brother Xian, Brother Ding, you don't need to worry about the meals. We'll handle them instead," said a wheat-skinned young man.
Chen Xian shook his head. "We should still follow the arrangement."
The young man could only nod.
Over the following days, Hou Kui did not make things difficult for Chen Xian and Ding Chen. After replenishing the Cooks' Camp with more men, he led everyone through drills every day.
Chen Xian and Ding Chen drilled less often, as they had to handle everyone's three meals a day.
Of course, they were not being asked to cook. Once the Cooks' Camp had prepared the food, the two of them were responsible for hauling it back to camp and distributing it.
Though it was tiring work, it had no effect on either of them.
In the blink of an eye, it was mid-October.
Chen Xian and the others received their monthly pay, and his had risen to two taels of Silver Shards.
Over those seven or eight days, news occasionally arrived that the vanguard had gone onto the battlefield to kill demons, but the fighting was not intense, so the Cooks' Camp had not been sent to the battlefield.
After noon, Chen Xian received a letter from home.
Of course, he was not the only one. Wang Yan, Qin Fei, Luo Ying, and the others had also received letters from home.
Ding Chen, on the other hand, had never seemed to receive one.
"Brother Ding, don't you have any family?" Chen Xian and Ding Chen shared a