Chapter 278:

Chapter 278

 After breakfast, Chen Muxue went out with the mooncakes, preparing to deliver them to Huo's family personally, which seemed more sincere and thanked Huo Lian for taking care of Changgui.

Speaking of which, might Huo Lian be taking too much care of Chang Gui? Something doesn't feel right.

But in my impression, he seems to have always been such a warm and friendly person. Well, he must be from Huolian.

This makes it even more important to deliver the moon cakes to the Huo family by hand.

I don’t know what Cen Lichui and Lin Qing were doing. They were nowhere to be seen all day long. They were chattering away, and they didn’t take Chu Wuyi with them either. As a result, Chu Wuyi was chattering away in the other courtyard all day long. Somewhat scary.

Seeing Chen Muxue going out, Xiaohu and Changfu met in the backyard beside the soybean field planted by Changfu.

“Isn’t the cultivation of your land a bit...too much?” Xiaohu had always heard from Changfu that he had planted soybeans, but this was the first time he actually saw it. He looked at the soybean field that almost occupied the entire back garden, and his jaw almost dropped.

Changfu rubbed his hands: "I asked the people here, and they all said it's no problem."

The servants passing by in a hurry felt despair in their hearts: These are the guests who were personally ordered by the eldest young master. The eldest young master said that it would be fine even if they went to the house to unveil the tiles, so how dare they say no?

It's a pity that so many precious flowers and plants were shoveled away by this ignorant black-faced boy, and soybeans were planted instead, and these soybeans are not delicious! We all cook them to feed the horses, and they don’t raise horses, so why do they breed so many?

I have eaten something called tofu, but not many people know how to order it. It tastes like beans, so I can barely eat it when making soup.

Changfu rubbed his dark face: "But didn't the door owner say that she suffered internal injuries? You can't tell it's normal, right? The door owner usually has a hard time cooking, so it's okay to have a rest for a while. ”

Xiaohu disagreed: "It's not about the food! Think about it, what kind of hands can't cook? The owner of the door can still lift and hold things, and can do all the same movements, except that he can't cook!"

Changfu looked confused and didn’t quite understand what Xiaohu wanted to express.

"How did you—" Xiaohu took a deep breath, calmed down, and then continued, "If you think about it carefully, besides being delicious, what else does the chef's cooking have?"

Changfu tilted his head: "Eating it can improve spiritual power, and children like us who have no talent for cultivation can also eat spiritual roots..."

“What was the difference in the food that the owner made before she stopped cooking?” Xiaohu asked in hot pursuit.

“I remember, I remember, the aura in the previous meals gradually became less and less!” Changfu said, and couldn’t help but reflect on it, “But it’s still delicious. I can eat three big bowls of rice.”

  Xiaohu clapped his hands: "That's it! What happened before the spiritual energy started to decrease?"

“What?” Changfu scratched his head.

"The sect leader went to the Chu family and had a fight with the black energy!" Xiaohu clenched his fists angrily, "The black energy must have hurt the sect leader, and we couldn't tell it! The sect leader I’ve always loved cooking, but I must have been deeply affected by the black energy!”

Changfu looked at him blankly.

"The sect leader must have suffered serious internal injuries, but we couldn't help him in any way, so he kept silent. Recently, he couldn't hide it anymore and only revealed a little bit!" Xiaohu couldn't help but grab Changfu's shoulder and shake it. shake.

On the side, Chang Gui, who had been eavesdropping for who knows how long, jumped out: "What?! Wow - I don't want the sect master to die! Wuwuwu!" (End of this chapter)

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