I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

What a transparent woman this is! Has the cunning wisdom to see through human feelings.

Yuan Xian held the spoon, stared at the glistening in the cup, but couldn't let go, "Is it the last meal?"

"yes."

There was a trace of regret in my heart. Then, he took a spoonful slowly and chewed carefully. The smell of meat is mixed with a little bit of medicine, which has a special flavor.

It's just that no matter how good the delicious food is, there will be a time to eat it up, and there is no banquet in the world that lasts forever.

Yuan Xian paced to a landscape painting, tilted his head slightly, "That lunatic may not be reconciled, maybe he will send someone back. You send someone to protect Ichigo secretly, it will only be three days, and you can withdraw after three days."

Huanyan felt turmoil in her heart, and said silently, "Baicaoshi, Baicaoshi, how lucky you are, do you know that this wonton meal has changed your life?" But the adult's decision cannot be questioned. "What if it happens to you?"

"kill!"

Yuan Xian only uttered a single word from his thin lips, but the demeanor of the superior could be seen at a glance. At that moment, he was the god in charge of life and death.

**

Baicaoshi didn't know the conversation between Yuan Xian and Huan Yan.

If you know it, you will probably smile, it's all to make you happy, she just doesn't want to part with it, okay?

Jokes, of course delicious food are reserved for those who care about it, such as the green man and the people living in his yard.

A small casserole, full of forty, and two small bowls.

However, when he got to the yard, he didn't see Zhe Yu.

"Senior Hua, where is my husband?"

"He withdrew early." The green-headed man's nose fluttered, wow, the whole pot is his, don't be too delicious.

Baicaoshi's misty eyes were full of water vapor at the moment, she hurriedly got up early in the morning to do it, but when the diners disappeared, she panicked.

The green-headed man didn't care what she was thinking, and swallowed a big wonton in one gulp, the juice was flowing, "Girl, you can't walk out of the villa together in an open and aboveboard manner, why won't he wait for someone to find out if he doesn't go first?"

That's right.

In a word, the stagnation of Baicao Poetry will be dissipated. She picked up the bowl and filled five for herself. "Senior, do you want to come to my house as a guest? I'll cook something delicious for you."

The green-headed man turned around and gave her a back view, "No, I think your ducks are noisy, and they poop everywhere."

Baicao Poetry: "..."

Can you still have fun, now it's time to eat.

Baicaoshi pretended to snatch his wonton, "Then don't eat it."

The green-headed man hurriedly used his body to protect him, "It's the last meal, girl, please be generous, I took the trouble to help you take care of the sick man."

"Senior, after this meal, we will meet later."

**

After the meal, Baicaoshi packed up and prepared to leave.

At her request, Huanyan arranged for her a spacious bullock cart, and put two cages of ducks on it together.

This cow is hard to find, and the servant of the villa rented it from a farmer outside.

Huanyan also prepared a hundred taels of silver for her, "This is the owner's intention. You need to buy rice, vegetables, and medicinal materials, which are indispensable."

Baicaoshi pushed it over with a smile, and blinked, "It's already troublesome to bother you for many days, why can't you go around without eating it? If the owner really wants to help me, I will give me a ginkgo tree in the village."

It's a good one who can't eat and walks around, even diluting the atmosphere of parting.

Huanyan didn't explain, but the adults' few flat trees, the ginkgo in Baicaoshi's mouth, are better than a hundred taels of silver. "Then you go home as soon as possible, and I won't send it off."

"I have to say goodbye after seeing you off thousands of miles away, sister Huanyan, let's go back."

The bullock cart started, slowly.

Huan Yan stood outside the village and watched her leave.

This time, it was not all fruitless for Baicaoshi, at least he picked up a hundred ducklings and Sanya's embroidery money. Huh, her "Da Yan Qian Jin Fang" is gone.

Forget it, it doesn't matter, a broken pirated version.

After walking two miles, the ox cart stopped, and there was a handsome young man standing in the middle of the road, with dark circles under his eyes, and a little wolf standing beside him.

The water vapor in Baicaoshi's eyes surged up again unexpectedly.