I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

  Chapter 47 Five-color wonton as farewell

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

  Yuan Xian held the spoon, looked at the glistening in the cup, but couldn't put his hands down, "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. There is no banquet in the world that lasts forever.

  Yuan Xian paced to a landscape painting, raised his head slightly, "That lunatic may not be willing, maybe he will send someone back. You send someone to secretly protect Ichigo, 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 **** 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 is 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 Oriha.

   "Senior Hua, where is my husband?"

   "He withdrew early." The green man's nose fluttered, wow, the whole pot belongs to him, don't be too delicious.

  Baicaoshi's eyes were foggy and there was some water vapor in her eyes. 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 what I said.

  In a word, the stagnation of Baicao Poetry will be dispelled. 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 **** everywhere."

  Baicao Poetry: "..."

   Can you still have fun, now is meal time.

  Baicaoshi pretended to **** 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 more generous, I've taken the trouble to help you take care of your sick husband."

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

  **

  After dinner, Baicaoshi packed up and prepared to leave.

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

   This cow is hard to find, and the servants of the villa rented it from farmers 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 been a lot of trouble to bother me for a long time, why can't I go around if I can't eat it? If the owner really wants to help me, I will give me a ginkgo tree in the village."

   Well, one of them couldn't eat and walked around, and even the atmosphere of parting was diluted a little.

  Huanyan didn't explain, but those 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 sending you off for thousands of miles. Sister Huanyan, let's go back."

  The bullock cart started, slowly.

  Huan Yan stood outside the village and watched her leave.

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

   Forget it, it’s not important, it’s a broken pirated version.

  After traveling two miles, the bullock cart stopped, and there was a handsome young man standing in the middle of the road. The young man had dark circles under his eyes, and a little wolf stood beside him.

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

  (end of this chapter)