I became an old man in my leisure time

The surrounding mountains were faintly visible, the sky was clear, and the mountain breeze blew, making the body feel so light that it seemed to float. Read М

"Oh my, this is not right, this wheat is not right." Xiaoman's panicked voice came, interrupting Gu Ke's thoughts.

Hearing that the wheat was not right, his heart jumped: Could it really have mutated into a highly poisonous thing?

But just as he arrived in front of the house, a strong wheat fragrance filled his nose.

This... doesn't look like it's poisonous. Gu Ke was stunned, and then shook his head: Well, no one stipulates that highly poisonous things must smell bad.

Seeing his face, Bai Suqing took the lead to tell him what was wrong: "Xiaoman only put a pound of purple wheat, now..."

Gu Ke looked at the big iron pot and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Fuck, is this purple wheat?"

This time the purple wheat was as big as soybeans, and it was surprisingly heavy, with only a hundred grains in a pound.

At this moment, the big iron pot was filled with purple balls the size of quail eggs, with a hazy surface, like a pot of purple pearls.

What's more terrifying is that these small purple balls are still expanding, as if they are trying to transform into... large purple balls.

No wonder Xiaoman exclaimed, and Bai Suqing also looked incredible.

Normal grains expand after being cooked, but that's just one circle, double or triple.

The small purple wheat balls have expanded more than ten times, and there is no sign of stopping.

"Pick some out first..." he said, looking at Bai Suqing: "... Otherwise, I'm afraid they will come out of the big iron pot."

Seeing his calm expression, Bai Suqing suddenly came to his senses: "Yes, let me do it."

Her slender hands, her fingertips flying, swept across the pot like a fleeting light, picked up most of them in an instant, and the remaining purple wheat expanded to the size of ordinary fish balls before stopping.

The water in the pot was almost sucked dry, with only dozens of purple balls piled in the pot, emitting a rich wheat aroma.

Gurgle! Needless to say, this is the sound of Xiaoman swallowing saliva.

Gu Ke reached out and picked up one, weighed it, and stuffed it into his mouth, but suddenly felt that his hand was empty.

The purple ball was already in Bai Suqing's hand.

Two bright red lips opened, and bit off one-third of it in one bite.

Gu Ke was helpless.

Whether purple wheat is harmful is unknown. He doesn't want Xiaoman to be a guinea pig, but Bai Suqing doesn't want him to be a guinea pig.

I saw her mouth move slightly twice and then pause, her lips slightly opened, her eyes lost focus, as if she had lost her soul, standing there blankly.

Gu Ke reached out and patted her shoulder: "Sister Bai, are you okay?"

Bai Suqing looked at him with her eyes fixed, and noticed his concerned and worried expression, her heart warmed slightly, and she shook her head and said: "This purple wheat tastes very good, and...wait a little longer, don't rush to eat it."

As she said that, she bit off the purple dumplings in small bites, chewing each bite for more than ten times in her mouth.

Not only did she chew slower and slower, but she also closed her eyes, as if she was savoring it carefully.

A purple wheat dumpling is not small, but Bai Suqing took half a cup of tea to eat it.

After eating it for a while, she slowly opened her eyes, and her green eyes seemed to be shining: "This purple wheat has a very good effect on my old injury."

"Really? Then your injury can be healed." Gu Ke was quite surprised.

Bai Suqing nodded and looked at the pot of purple wheat dumplings: "Eat one meal a day, enough to recover 70% to 80% within a month."

"Three meals a day, try to eat you well within a month." Gu Ke waved his hand.

After planting a few more rounds, the inferior purple wheat may be able to improve its quality or even variety, and the effect may be stronger, and it may be able to cure her injuries.

Suddenly, he thought of another question: "Can I eat more of this?"

If it can cure old injuries, then this purple wheat should be considered a medicinal material, right? Taking a lot of medicine may not always have a positive effect. There are also sayings in Chinese medicine that medicine is three-point poisonous and weak people cannot be supplemented.

Bai Suqing couldn't help laughing: "I think there is nothing wrong with this purple wheat, you can eat it too."

Swish! Xiaoman's hands were as fast as lightning. She quickly grabbed a purple wheat ball and ate most of it in one bite.

Immediately, her eyes widened, her mouth opened wide, and she exhaled hoarsely. The whole person jumped around in the house like a rabbit: "Hao lang, hao lang!"

Gu Ke pondered for a while before he was sure that she was shouting "It's so hot".

But wouldn't the hotness be spit back on her hands first? Her own saliva is not disgusting.

Without paying attention to the gourmet's business, Gu Ke picked up the purple wheat dumpling, took a small bite, and it was hot in the mouth, and then the rich wheat aroma filled his mouth.

Immediately, a cool breath came out from the purple wheat in his mouth, and together with the wheat aroma, it rushed straight to the top of his head.

Then it spread from the head down to every part of the body, and the whole person seemed to be washed by the cool and pure stream water, and there was a sense of transparency in the mind and body.

No wonder Sister Bai was distracted, Xiaoman would rather be burned than spit it out. This thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately indulged in this complex and strange, delicious and novel feeling.

The three of them stood there stupidly, each tasting several purple wheat dumplings, and then they got used to the impact of the coolness and wheat aroma.

At this time, Gu Ke added another advantage of the purple wheat dumplings: "It's not sweet at all, just a little bit aftertaste, it's really great."

Xiao Man disagreed with this advantage: "I think sweet ones are better."

Gu Ke: "If there is no sweet soup, I naturally agree with your opinion, but the sweet soup is sweet enough."

Bai Suqing didn't say anything, just nodded subconsciously, agreeing with Gu Ke's opinion.

Sweetness is not a problem, the problem is that only sweet ones can be eaten, and they have to keep eating, which is undoubtedly a torture for people who don't like sweet.

Like Gu Ke, who lived in the southwest in his previous life, loved spicy barbecue and hot pot when he was young. When he was older, he had to have spicy dishes every now and then, otherwise the food would be tasteless.

Now, for more than a month, he has either been eating white porridge or sweet soup, which is a bit boring.

In addition, after talking about the advantages, we have to talk about the disadvantages.

Gu Ke picked up a purple wheat dumpling and played with it in his hand, but did not continue to eat.

After a while, he said: "It seems that eating this thing... It's too easy to get full."

Calculating the consumption, the three of them together did not eat twenty in one meal, and only used two taels of purple wheat.

Miss Qin only has ten maids. Even if everyone practices martial arts, one catty of purple wheat a day can be full, and thirty catties of purple wheat a month is the limit.

And the purple wheat that Gu Ke promised to owe her is... two thousand catties, enough for them to eat for seven or eight years.

This is completely different from what he and Bai Suqing had imagined before.

God knows that this second batch of purple wheat has mutated, and the mutation is particularly outrageous.

It is like unseasoned military compressed dry food. A piece as big as a soap can be boiled into a large pot of paste with water, and two pieces can keep a soldier full for a day.

But think about it, there are strange monsters and demons here, and the fairy field is a system product, so it is not a big deal to grow strange food.

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