For the record, Qiong Xing was not short.
He was around average height.
The problem was that everyone around him was simply too large, making him feel small in comparison.
Goat, chicken, rabbit.
One after another, the meat was tied onto the horses.
Qiong Xing could not help but think this meal was more luxurious than the soldiers' usual rations.
"Wait, we have to prepare our own meals?"
"Yes. This is a kind of training for situations like this. Also, when hiring helpers, women are not allowed in that area, so inevitably we have to take care of ourselves."
When Qiong Xing was asked whether they cooked, he explained that they did so in the dormitory, which surprised them quite a bit.
It would certainly be easier to hire helpers, but that was not an option.
Since they served the country and the king, they could not simply hire outsiders.
In the end, when war broke out, they would have to take care of themselves anyway, so it was also good training.
