"It's time to eat!"

The time of bickering will make time pass quickly and the next meal will be sent over soon.

The soldiers who delivered the meal still carried a lunch box, and first brought the old prisoner a dish similar to the specifications at noon.

The second one was delivered to Zhang Xi, which was opened, without chicken legs, no separate stir-frying, no wine, and no soup. There was only one bowl with fried rice in the bowl.

"Why do I treat him differently?"

Zhang Xi looked at the delivery soldiers in confusion. It was still the same level at noon, and it was now fried rice?

"If you like to eat, don't eat it, don't eat it!"

The old prisoner was not willing to talk to Zhang Xi much, and he was not allowed to coax him. He left coldly, took the lunch box and left.

"What attitude, believe it or not, I will sue you!"

Zhang Xi waved her hand, driven by her character of having fun with the old prisoner, and scolded him in anger.

When the soldiers who delivered the meal walked out, he stretched out his hand and brought the bowl of fried rice in.

When I was at the worst of money, I snatched food with the dog. The fried rice was not as good as the luncheon meal, and the portion was quite sufficient. He is now an ordinary person, and ordinary people have to eat enough to have strength.

Tempering is to show others, and the viewer doesn't accept it at all, and he has no choice but to make a tantrum with his body.

"Hello!"

Just as Zhang Xi was about to send it to her, the old prisoner suddenly screamed in displeasure. Zhang Xi looked up and turned around, "What's wrong?"

"Why don't you change the dishes for me?"

The old prisoner snorted at Zhang Xi in dissatisfaction, staring at the fried rice in Zhang Xi's hand, staring at the night of fried rice.

"What?" Zhang Xi didn't understand where the old prisoner got angry.

"Why do you have fried rice? I don't?"

The old prisoner reached out and pointed at the fried rice in his hand, complaining dissatisfiedly.

"Are you serious?"

Zhang Xi kept approaching the old man with the fried rice in his hand. He was eating too much, so he wanted to change a meal not so good?

This is not his own home, nor is he the master here, he is just a prisoner.

If you can have a chance to eat good food, you will naturally have to eat good food every meal. Why do you want to change to the bad food?

Judging from the quality of the fried rice in my hand, it was just fried with leftovers. As for whom it was leftovers, he didn't know. But it was definitely incomparable to the food of the old prisoner opposite.

"Of course I'm serious. I've eaten this every meal and I'm almost vomiting!"

The old prisoner nodded solemnly. He was serious and wanted to eat the same food as Zhang Xi.

"Then, let's change?"

Zhang Xi handed over his fried rice.

"Change!"

The old prisoner snatched the fried rice in hand, then held it in his arms and digged a few mouthfuls into his mouth, chewing it with satisfaction, and then carefully put the fried rice aside, then came over and handed his meal to Zhang Xi.

“Is it that delicious?”

Seeing the hungry wolf he ate, Zhang Xi was a little doubtful if he had made a loss-making business.

Judging from the intuitive expressions accepted in the eyes, he seems to have lost money, but rationally, he should have made a profit.

"Why is this taste a little bitter compared to what I ate at noon?"

Zhang Xi ate the old man's chicken legs, and the taste was roughly the same as what he ate at noon, but after eating it, the feeling in her mouth would be bitter, leaving a medicinal smell.

"Is it a herb?"

"The taste of this herb... seems familiar."

He looked at the old prisoner who was eating fried rice with relish and asked, "Hey, old kid, has the food you eat always tasted like this?"

"Yes, I don't know where they found the chef. The food they cooked was very unpleasant, and I even made me eat this every meal, which was so annoying."

"Fried rice is delicious, fried rice is delicious. Will we all change it in the future?"

The old prisoner nodded as if he hadn't noticed any problem. He just complained that the food he had had was not good and that it was like a meal again, so he felt like he had a treasure after exchanging with Zhang Xi.

"Is it trying to harm...and why?"

Zhang Xi looked at the old man and continued to bite the chicken legs.

This should not be a poison. If it were a poison, the old man would not have lived until now.

Living in this kind of place for a long time, at least from the outside, there is no major disease, a tough body and a lively personality, unlike the kind who is troubled by poisons and threats.

Chronic poison? This person is locked up here. If you want to solve it, you can solve it with just one knife. Why do you need to be so kind?

In order to taste what herbal medicine is that familiar taste, Zhang Xi chewed it slowly and ate all the food.

He was sure that the butler would not let himself die before he found out his identity completely, and did not dare to let himself die rashly. Even if he took poison, as long as he asked them for help when he noticed something was wrong, they would come over with the antidote.

This is his reliance, so he tried medicine with his body.

Why take this risk? Because he has some doubts about the identity of the old prisoner. If he can taste whether the medicine he usually takes is good or poison, it will be of great help to distinguish the identity and origin of the old prisoner.

"A little hot in body?"

Zhang Xi put down the empty bowls and chopsticks after eating and began to experience other feelings in her body besides fullness.

“It’s not so much about heat, it’s about warmth.”

This is a dungeon, dark and humid, and ordinary people will accumulate a lot of illness after staying here for a short time.

There is no quilt to provide, and it will be a little cold at night.

And this warm supply can just resist the coldness and humidity in the night.

“It’s a tonic.”

Zhang Xi confirmed that the medicine added to the old prisoner's meals was not poison, but tonic, or to be precise, a good medicine for bitter taste.

The person who detains the old prisoner not only does not want him to die, but also wants him to live well.

"It's the smell of herbs in that girl's room."

And, by replacing the remaining medicine left in his mouth, he determined that this was the smell of one of the herbs that was smelling in the room of the weak girl who needed to prolong her life.

Could it be that the girl chose this herb?

With the environment in the girl's room, she didn't need this medicine to warm herself up.

It is also not ruled out that it may be because the girl has a weak constitution and a weak body, so she needs some warm medicinal materials to keep her at a normal body temperature.

"Old kid, aren't you cold?" Zhang Xi was no longer cold. He was a little worried about the old prisoner.

He took the medicine used by the old prisoner to warm his body and fall asleep. How should the old prisoner fall asleep at night? What should he do if it gets cold at night?

"What's cold, look."
Chapter completed!