Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

Murong Qing was sitting in front of the window, looking boredly at the streets filled with people coming and going.

He knew he couldn't come to a small place, and the food was so bad, he would definitely be hungry and skinny!

It's all my father, so I have to let him sharpen it, alas!

Thinking about his miserable life in the future, Murong Qing couldn't help but sigh.

Yan Xing glanced at Murong Qing with some sympathy, because his master hadn't eaten much in three days because of picky eaters!

Look at the face really thinner.

Xiao Er yelled, "Guest officer, your food is here!"

As he spoke, he put the dishes on the table one by one.

"Guest officer, take it easy!"

Murong Qing glanced at the dishes on the table, braised lion head, boiled pork slices, fish-flavored shredded pork... and... Hey, what's in the pork ribs... I don't know... Forget it...

Alas... no interest, no appetite!

The chopsticks in Murong Qing's hand tapped lightly on the dining table, but his eyes were looking out the window.

Yan Xing frowned.

My master didn't even bother to taste it.

"Master, try it, how will you know the taste if you don't try it?" Yan Xing tried to persuade.

Murong Qing shook his head, and said: "Trying several tables, the taste is the same, but the dishes are changed, the taste is still the same?"

this……

Yan Xing looked at a table of delicacies, wouldn't it be too wasteful not to eat?

"Master, if you don't eat, I will eat it!"

"Come, come, sit down and eat! Eat it all!" Murong Qing instructed Yan Xing to sit down, and deliberately took out a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Yan Xing.

Yan Xing's face froze for a moment, he just didn't want to waste it, why did his master serve him to eat?

Having made chopsticks from Murong Qing's hands, Yan Xing tasted every dish.

Hmm... The taste of the dishes is actually not bad, but it's much worse than the cooks in the mansion. No wonder my master is picky!

Yan Xing ate each dish one by one. When he ate the braised pork ribs made by Han Yingxue, his eyes couldn't help but enlarge.

tasty! tasty!

The pork ribs are soft and delicious, and the meat is soaked in soup, which is very delicious. Also, this mushroom... is delicious too! !

The taste of this dish was not at all different from the others. After eating a lot of delicious Yan Xing with Murong Qing, he couldn't help but praise this mushroom ribs at the moment.

"Master, this dish is delicious!" Yan Xing pointed at the pork ribs with mushrooms.

"Eat more if it's delicious!" Murong Qing still looked out of the window, not paying any attention to Yan Xing's words.

A few black lines appeared on Yan Xing's forehead, why didn't the master believe him!

"Master, this dish is not the same as other dishes at all, um... I've never tasted such a delicious dish, master, please have some!"

Only now did Murong Qing turn his head a little laxly, and asked: "Really?"

"Yeah!" Yan Xing nodded heavily, picked up a piece of ribs with chopsticks, and sent it to Murong Qing's mouth.

"Pa—" Murong Qing's jade fan slapped the ribs off Yan Xing's hand.

"I'll do it myself!" Murong Qing said.

Yan Xing retracted his hand belatedly, if the master really ate the ribs he fed just now, that scene would be too ambiguous!

Murong Qing picked up a spare rib and put it in his mouth.

At first, I still didn't expect anything, but when I tasted the pork ribs, I had the same reaction as Yan Xing!

tasty! tasty!

When Murong Qing, who had been hungry for a long time, finally found a dish he was satisfied with, he ate it heartily.

Yan Xing stretched out his chopsticks to grab another rib from the plate, but Murong Qing stopped him.