"What kind of guards are they? Are they the same with the palace guards?" Harper curiously asked. At that exact moment, the crockery jar made a loud noise. The soup was already boiling. Harper picked up the seasoning bag beside it and sprinkled some in the jar. In fact, the seasoning bag seemed a little familiar to Chodak, as if it was from his own room.
The corners of Matthew's mouth curved into a smile as he said, "The palace guards are not as good as the Cyan Garment Guards. After all, the Cyan Garment Guards are on a par with my secret guards."
Harper then exclaimed, "Really? I didn't know that they are so competent! That's thirty thousand secret guards! Whoa! It must be so expensive to sustain such a large group of people. As a monk, do you still have the money to support so many people, Chodak?"
Chodak's eyes suddenly had a spark while he kindly smiled. "When I was still the crown prince, I own a lot of industries. Although I am a monk now, the industries are still mine. The revenues from those industries are enough to maintain the army as long as they don't eat that much."
Harper nodded her head as an acknowledgment while she washed the white porcelain bowl. She then stirred the soup in the pot and looked at the grilled fish that Matthew had cooked. "My soup is almost ready. How about your fish?"
"Almost done," Matthew responded with a smile. He turned the fish over to keep on grilling them. Then he reached out his hand to Harper, and she gave the seasoning bag to him. Although he almost burned the Phoenix House's kitchen when making the chicken soup for her last time, he actually had strong survival skills in the wild. The only problem was that the kind of kitchen at home was not suitable for him.
When the fish were almost done, Harper ladled out a bowl of soup and handed it to them. "Eat the fish and drink the soup at the same time. With some wine, it will feel more relaxing than watching a grand show in the imperial capital."
Chodak took out three cups which Harper and Matthew didn't know where he got from. Beside Matthew, Chodak took the wine jar before saying, "You stole my wine."
Matthew gave Chodak a look of innocence. "I took it with integrity and honesty. It is inappropriate to use the word 'steal'. Besides, you're a monk but you're hiding some wine so discretely. Do you have any acceptable reasons for doing so?"
Without responding to Matthew's question, Chodak poured a cup of wine and handed it to Harper. "Try the wine. I made it. It's better than the wine in your mansion. This peach blossom wine tastes mellow and sweet. You won't feel drunk if you drink a little."
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