Feng Xiyan, having spoken to Bai Hanyun before, calmly clasped his fists and replied, "Understood."
Then he turned to the generals, who were still gawking at the mirror with their mouths wide open.
Understanding their shock, he coughed lightly to attract their attention before saying, "General Tan, clear the area around the warehouse."
Coming back to his senses, Tan Pengtai quickly replied, "Yes, Great General!"
He rushed out of the tent while Feng Xiyan wrapped the mirror in red silk and headed to the warehouse, the others following behind.
The barracks' warehouse was really just a few tents used to store grain. With the imperial court stopping providing the Feng Army with supplies, they were empty.
Standing in the clearing nearby, Feng Xiyan unwrapped the mirror and said, "Fairy Bai, we are ready."
Hearing this, Bai Hanyun went to the backyard and said, "Stand back. Be careful—you might get hit."
After her warning, she began throwing packs of food into the mirror. The next second, packs of steamed buns began flying out from the mirror on Feng Xiyan's side.
Seeing this, Fan Wanming exclaimed excitedly, "Look! Buns made from white flour!"
He rushed to grab a pack, tore it open, and found twenty buns inside. Unable to resist, he reached for one and took a big bite.
"Heaven! It's so soft, sweet, and fragrant!"
With food in his mouth, he distributed the steamed buns to Feng Xiyan and the others. Even the nearby guards each received one steamed bun.
The white steamed buns were soft and sweet. They melted in the mouth, with no stones or wheat bran mixed in. They weren't dry at all and didn't get stuck in the throat.
As the soldiers ate the steamed buns, they exclaimed in amazement.
"This steamed bun is so delicious!"
"Food bestowed by Heaven is truly different from what us mortals eat!"
After finishing their buns in just a few bites, they continued collecting the food and storing it inside the tents used as warehouses.
One bun wasn't enough to satisfy their hunger. Though their stomach was hurt from hunger, the soldiers didn't dare open more packages. General Fan had already given them one, and they shouldn't be greedy.
While the soldiers moved the food, their stomachs kept growling, but no one slacked off as more and more food spilled from the mirror.
Feng Xiyan stood to the side and heard the rumbling sounds coming from their stomachs. He took a pack of scallion pancakes, opened it, and distributed them to the generals and nearby soldiers.
Seeing this, Tan Pengtai refused politely, "Great General, we already ate one steamed bun. I can't accept this."
Feng Xiyan ignored his protest, shoved a scallion pancake into his hand, and ordered, "Eat it. You will need strength to work."
Then he handed the rest of the scallion pancakes to the others.
Half an hour later, the mirror finally stopped spitting out food.
Looking at the full warehouses, Feng Xiyan ordered, "Prepare porridge for the brothers right away."
Upon hearing this, the generals and soldiers knelt and replied in unison, "Yes, Great General!"
While the soldiers busied themselves with eating, Feng Xiyan brought some food back to the general's mansion. Upon arriving, he called out for the steward as he walked toward the main courtyard.
"Uncle Huang! Uncle Huang!"
Hearing the call, Huang Wenping hurried out and clasped his hands. "Young Master, you are back."
Looking at the thin old steward, Feng Xiyan handed him a bag filled with rice, vegetables, condiments, and a chicken.
"Uncle Huang, hurry. Cook this into porridge and distribute it to everyone," Feng Xiyan said.
Without waiting for a response, he turned around and left.
Watching him rush away, Huang Wenping snapped out of his daze and hurried after Feng Xiyan, asking, "Young Master, where are you going?"
Feng Xiyan jumped onto his tall, majestic warhorse and replied, "Back to the camp."
Before he could leave, a group of people suddenly rushed out and blocked his path.
His eyes flickered as he quickly pulled the reins, steering the horse to the side, narrowly avoiding trampling them.
If not for Feng Xiyan's quick reflexes, those people might have been injured.
While calming his warhorse by stroking its mane, Feng Xiyan looked at the people kneeling on the ground and scolded, "Are you trying to get yourselves killed?"
As the great commander of the Feng Army, Feng Xiyan's aura and killing intent were overwhelming—something commoners can't endure.
Trembling under his sharp gaze, one person tearfully said, "Great General, please have mercy! Please open the granary and release the grains!"
Feng Xiyan's eyes darkened at his words. Clenching the reins, he asked coldly, "Who told you this general has grain?"
A woman holding an unconscious baby quickly replied, "This commoner went to visit my brother-in-law and overheard that the soldiers had porridge this morning. Great General, my baby has been starving for a long time. Please take pity on us, mother and child. Please give us something to eat."
As soon as the others heard this, they also began to plead.
"Great General, please save my elderly mother! She is all I have left!"
Their cries drew even more people. When the crowd learned that the soldiers had porridge and that the Great General had food, they all knelt in front of the General's mansion.