Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

   Murong Qing sat by the window, boredly watching the people coming and going on the street.

   He knew that he couldn't come from a small place, the food was so poor, he would definitely be hungry and thin!

   is his own father, he has to be sharpened, 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 for three days because he was a picky eater!

   Looking at his face, he really lost some weight.

   Little Er snorted, "Guest officer, your dish is here!"

   said, and put the dishes on the table one by one.

   "Guest officer, use it slowly!"

   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 spare ribs...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.

  The owner of his house is too lazy 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, "I tried a few tables and they all tasted the same, but they just changed the dishes. Isn't the taste still the same?"

this……

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

   "Master, you can eat me if you don't eat it!"

   "Come here, sit down and eat! Eat them all!" Murong Qing directed 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 still serve him to eat?

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

  Hmm...the dishes are actually pretty good, but they are much worse than the cooks in the house. No wonder his master is picky!

  Yan Xing ate each dish one by one. When he ate the braised pork ribs made by Han Yingxue, his eyes widened.

good to eat! good to eat!

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

   The taste of this dish was a little different from the other dishes. Following Murong Qing, who had eaten many delicious Yan Xings, he couldn't help but compliment this Shiitake Mushroom Ribs.

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

   "You can eat more if it's delicious!" Murong Qing still looked out the window, not caring what Yan Xing said.

  Yan Xing's forehead appeared several black lines, how could the master not believe him!

   "Master, this dish is not at all different from other dishes, um... I've never eaten such a delicious dish, Master, please have some!"

   Murong Qing then turned his head a little loosely and asked, "Really?"

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

   "Crack—" Murong Qing's jade fan smashed the ribs off Yan Xing's hand.

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

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

   Murong Qing picked up a piece of spareribs and put it in his mouth.

   At first, I didn’t expect any expectations, but when I tasted the taste of pork ribs, it was the same as Yan Xing’s reaction!

good to eat! good to eat!

   Murong Qing, who had been hungry for a long time, finally found a dish that he was satisfied with, and ate a lot.

  Yan Xing stretched out his chopsticks and wanted to take another piece of spareribs from the plate, but Murong Qing blocked them back.