After being forced to raise a tyrannical prince, I was stalked insane

Chapter 48 The Gift of the White Fox

Originally, I thought I bought the book, and planned to share it with those cheap nephews.

Now, Luo Qingqing is not in that mood anymore.

Simply, she returned to the space again... The materials in this space need her to plant-harvest-plant-harvest, and replenish them in a constant cycle.

So she simply took advantage of the strength of her anger to confiscate all the acres of land in the space.

After she finishes harvesting, new seedlings will grow automatically in the field. You only need to wait until they are mature before harvesting, and they will grow again after harvesting, and the warehouse will be replenished infinitely.

After calming down, she realized that the white raccoon had been silent since the very beginning.

She glanced at the little guy who was curled up in the corner, went to squat down and asked, "You can only eat books and paper to relieve hunger?"

The white raccoon looked confused: "Apart from these, is there anything else I can eat?" There was more sadness in his eyes: "I'm sorry, I don't know, the previous owner only let me eat these..."

That shouldn't mean you can't eat anything else.

She remembered hearing people say that cats would be wary of unfamiliar food, and she didn't know if it was true or not.

"Okay, I forgive you." Luo Qingqing reached out and rubbed his fur twice: "I was also negligent, I didn't know you needed to eat too."

Seeing the cat with an airy face when they first met, now curled up here listlessly, she felt quite sorry.

She looked around and found the farm kitchen.

"Let me make you something to eat."

The number of live animals on the farm is limited, and she rummaged in the farm kitchen before finally finding a large piece of beef shank.

She cut off a part and stewed it in water.

The other leftovers are cleaned and cut into strips, and all of them are made into moderately soft and hard beef jerky, which can not only grind your teeth, but also not hard to bite.

The white raccoon is really cautious about unfamiliar food, and it took a long time to try a piece of beef jerky.

"Okay, delicious!"

Much tastier than those dry book papers.

"Then don't eat too much, be careful to support yourself." Luo Qingqing reminded him.

The white raccoon responded with two hums, thought of something, ran out suddenly, and when he came back, he had a jade bottle in his mouth.

He put the porcelain bottle in Luo Qingqing's hand: "This is for you..."

"What is this?" Luo Qingqing played with the jade bottle curiously.

The white raccoon hugged the beef jerky and shook his head: "I don't know either, but my former owner lived to be more than 300 years old just eating it, so it must be something bad, right? It's probably for health and Qi. Stuff... when he was alive, he loved to study these things."

Luo Qingqing raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at the jade bottle in her hand, she became more curious.

"Then thank you, White Fox."

Luo Qingqing waited for the stewed beef in clear water to soften before turning off the fire and leaving.

For dinner, Luo Qingqing and Mr. Luo entertained Muramasa in the upper room.

Zhou took the rest of the family and went to the kitchen to set up a table for dinner.

Luo Kuan was about to serve the table when he was glared at by Mrs. Zhou.

Fang hurriedly pulled the person aside: "You still have a face to eat, do you know how much things have been lost at home because of you? If your sister-in-law hadn't taken care of our big family, we would all starve to death because of you! I am standing here, reflecting on myself! I will punish you not to eat tonight, so I will have a long memory when I am hungry!"

Luo Kuan felt that everyone's eyes were on him, and he felt ashamed.

He lowered his head, weeping silently, not daring to make a sound, for fear of being scolded again.

Zhou Shi glared at Fang Shi, but didn't say anything, but still took an empty bowl, filled it with rice, put some chicken and potatoes on it, and put it on Luo Kuan's place.

Fang looked at Zhou gratefully, and tried hard not to look at her son.

In the room.

Mr. Luo has been very worried.

Until the meal was almost finished, Luo Qingqing sipped the soup slowly, and said in a flat tone: "I'm looking for Muramasa, I want to talk about something."

(End of this chapter)