This farmhouse courtyard seems to be hidden deep in the mountains and forests, and there is no trace of people. However, there was a small path in the forest made of jade, winding all the way to the entrance, but there were tricks at the entrance, so ordinary people couldn't get in.

When Yan Jiuchao's carriage arrived at the courtyard, the middle-aged man had already prepared a table of wild game, and all of them were asked by the guards to hunt in the mountains and forests.

Their size is not as good as the free-range hares and pheasants, and their meat is not fat and tender. The most important thing is that their rabbits and chickens are raised with countless treasures. If you eat them in one bowl, they can prolong your life.

Thinking of the rabbits and chickens that somehow ran away, the middle-aged man felt a little hurt again.

But I think the young master doesn't mind. He doesn't care about this life and can't taste it.

"Uncle Wan, do you want to stir-fry another wild vegetable?" the chef asked.

"What wild vegetables are there?" asked the middle-aged man called Uncle Wan.

The chef said: "There are shepherd's purse, wild garlic, and mushrooms and winter bamboo shoots."

Uncle Wan thought for a while and said, "I ate winter bamboo shoots yesterday. You can stir-fry shepherd's purse, wild garlic and mushrooms, bacon and make an appetizing sour soup."

"Is the sour soup fish?" the chef asked.

"Soup fish is also available." Uncle Wan nodded.

"Hey, OK!" The chef responded respectfully and went to the kitchen to stir-fry the dishes.

Uncle Wan put the food to the dining hall.

Yan Jiuchaowei chewed wax and ate two bites, then threw down his chopsticks.

Uncle Wan frowned slightly at the rice in his bowl, and said bitterly: "At least you can eat more, I haven't even had a few bites of breakfast or lunch."

Yan Jiuchao said impatiently: "Don't eat!"

The servants inside and outside the house lowered their heads.

Uncle Wan sighed helplessly. Although he couldn't taste it, he could at least force himself to swallow a few mouthfuls in the past. Now it is becoming more and more inappropriate. It is even more difficult to serve this master to eat than to take the top scorer in the exam.

Uncle Wan held his forehead: "Oh, why didn't I get the top scorer in the first place..."

...

Yan Jiuchao was having dinner in the dining hall, and Xiaoxue also started his own supper for the day.

It jumped into Yan Jiuchao's bedroom, quietly took out the bag hidden under the bed, and placed it on the table with a few jumps.

There were several plates of delicious desserts and fresh fruits on the table. It was as big as the size of the bag. It picked the largest white jade fruit plate, used its small paws to push the fruits in the fruit plate one by one, then bit the bag open, and pushed the two fragrant big meat buns up.

After doing this, it took out a small white silk squid and surrounded its small neck.

It's ready to start.

The little snow fox took a bite of the meat fragrance on the buns with satisfaction, squinted his eyes with pleasure, and then opened his bloody mouth, and bit it into his mouth with its skin and flesh!

The little snow fox was shocked, three seconds later—

Dong!

The little snow fox fell down!

The melon rolled to the ground, sticking out her tongue, rolling her eyes...

...

When Yan Jiuchao entered the house, the little snow fox was already rolling his eyes and falling asleep. He was holding a big meat bun in his arms that he had made from somewhere to beat. The bun was so big that it was bigger than a human face. It was so hard to hold it in the arms of a young fox.

In the exquisite young master of Yan Jiuchao, there had never been such a tonnage bun in his life, and his eyebrows were pounding.

But he didn't say anything, it wasn't him eating it!

Yan Jiuchao took a while to soak the medicine spring and then fell down.

He has a light sleep and a bad temper when woke up.

No one dared to appreciate Young Master Yan's temper. As soon as he took a break, everyone in the yard also "restled". The yard, which had been busy for the past, seemed to be in a silence like death in an instant.

...

Yan Jiuchao's anorexia does not mean that he does not need to eat, he will also go hungry. So, eating too little during the day, his stomach began to growl in the middle of the night.

There are foods that have been prepared on the table, including soft, fragrant, delicious, date paste, sweet and transparent crystal osmanthus cake, soft and crisp Jinzhai hibiscus cake, a box of salty, fragrant, and soft crab roe crisps, and a plate of washed fresh fruits.

Every dessert is filled with the most suitable exquisite utensils.

What is incompatible with these utensils is the big meat bun placed on the red jade carved crystal plate in the center.

It was like a mighty and majestic overlord flower, mingling into a small and exquisite hibiscus garden.

A trace of disgust flashed through Yan Jiuchao's eyes.

Then, Yan Jiuchao looked at the food on the table again, and the food was fancy, but it was actually the same taste, or it had no taste at all.

Yan Jiuchao raised his arm, and his slender fingertips stretched towards the dazzling array of pastries, jujube yam cake, crystal osmanthus cake, and Jinzhai hibiscus cake... His fingertips passed by one bit, but finally fell on the big meat bun that was already cold and looked at the appetiteless.

Yan Jiuchao had never eaten such an ugly bun.

He picked it up by a silence.

"It must be terrible!"

"But I can't eat it anyway."

Yan Jiuchao threw open the bun and took a bite. The skin of the bun was frozen hard and it was chewy.

"It's really tasteless-"

Halfway through the conversation, he stopped.

A fleeting feeling flashed across the tip of the tongue and it disappeared soon.

He stared blankly at the black ball of the bun skin, and there was no way to tell that it was meat stuffing. He hesitated for a moment and took a bite again.

"Hmm?" he was surprised.

Then, he held the cold and hard big meat bun, one bite after another...

Uncle Wan returned to the house lightly after Yan Jiuchao fell asleep. He didn't dare to make any noise, but he couldn't let himself fall asleep like this.

The young master ate too little during the day and would definitely be hungry in the middle of the night. Although the house also had snacks, it would be better to eat something hot to warm your stomach when it was cold.

He heard the movement from Yan Jiuchai in the house, and knew that the young master was awake, so he hurriedly asked the chef to add the fire under the stove. He went to the young master himself, intending to ask the young master if he had anything to eat.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the corridor, he heard the young master vaguely threatening someone.

There is no one else in this room!

Uncle Wan's old heart thumped, thinking that the young master was sick again, or he had an assassin, so he hurriedly walked over in three steps and two steps!

He pushed the door and saw where was the assassin? There was only a little snow fox that was forcibly awakened by Yan Jiuchao.

The little snow fox just woke up, and the tuft of fox hair on its head was raised, but its mind was already awake!

I saw it hugging a big meat bun that was almost bigger than it and was gnawed by it, and glaring at Yan Jiuchao angrily!

Yan Jiuchao squatted on the ground very down-to-earth, pinching its bun skin with his fingertips, and said domineeringly.

"Give me."

"Do you give it?"

"I won't beat you to death."

Uncle Wan: "..."

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Uncle Wan: My young master may be terminally ill! How swollen? Wait online! It's very urgent!

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Once he travels through the farmer's daughter, his father is dead, his mother is weak and his grandmother is evil.

Ji Wan recognized it.

After all, I am a professor of traditional Chinese medicine and I can cook well, and I will never starve to death.

Pick Ganoderma lucidum, sell ginseng, collect mountain goods, build houses, save lives and help the wounded, and have a prosperous life. However, I accidentally got entangled by a monster.

"The grace of saving lives cannot be repaid, only by giving it to you."

Ji Wan looked at someone's face that caused disaster to the country and the people, and said in pain: "The Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? If you, a monster, will harm others again, I will feel aggrieved and take you away."
Chapter completed!