This small farm yard seems to be hidden in the depths of the mountains and forests, deserted, but I don't know that there is already a forest path made of jade, winding all the way to the entrance of the courtyard, but there is a barrier at the entrance, and ordinary people can't break in.

When Yan Jiuchao's carriage arrived at the small courtyard, the middle-aged man had already prepared a table of game, all of which were hunted by the guards in the mountains and forests.

The size is not as good as their own free-range hares, pheasants, the meat is not fat enough, the most important thing is that their rabbits and chickens are raised with many natural treasures, a bowl of eating, that can prolong life.

Thinking of the rabbits and chickens that had somehow run away, the middle-aged man felt a little pain in his flesh again.

But I think the young master doesn't mind, he is neither rare nor tasteful.

"Uncle Wan, do you want to fry another wild vegetable?" The cook asked.

"What wild herbs?" The middle-aged man who was called Uncle Wan asked.

The cook said, "There are shepherd's cabbage, small wild garlic, and mushrooms and bamboo shoots." ”

Uncle Wan thought for a while and said, "I ate the winter bamboo shoots yesterday, you stir-fry a camellia, stir-fry the small wild garlic with mushrooms and bacon, and then make an appetizing sour soup." ”

"Sour soup fish?" The cook asked.

"Sour soup fish is also available." Uncle Wan nodded.

"Oh, yes!" The cook respectfully agreed, and went to the kitchen to fry the dishes.

Uncle Wan put the food in the dining room.

Yan Jiu chewed wax and took two bites, then dropped the chopsticks.

Uncle Wan looked at the rice in his bowl that didn't move, frowned slightly, and said bitterly: "Eat more, I didn't eat a few bites of breakfast and lunch." ”

Yan Jiuchao said impatiently: "Don't eat!" ”

The servants inside and outside the house bowed their heads.

Uncle Wan sighed helplessly, although he didn't know the taste of food, he could force himself to swallow a few mouthfuls in the past, but now it is more and more unpleasant, and serving this master to eat is even more difficult than taking the top prize.

Uncle Wan held his forehead: "Oh, why didn't I get a top prize in the exam......"

……

Here, Yan Jiuchao was eating in the dining room, and the little snow fox also started his own dinner of the day.

It jumped into Yan Jiuchao's bedroom, quietly took out the burden hidden under the bed, and put it on the table a few times.

There are several plates of delicious snacks and fresh melons and fruits on the table, it compares the size of the burden, picks the largest white jade fruit plate, pushes out the fruits in the fruit bowl one by one with small paws, and then bites the burden open, and pushes up the two fragrant meat buns.

After doing this, it took out a small white silk handkerchief and wrapped it around its little neck.

It's ready to go.

The little snow fox sucked the meat aroma on the bun with satisfaction, squinted its eyes with enjoyment, and then it opened its bloody mouth, even the belt meat, and took a bite into its mouth!

The little snow fox was stunned, and after three seconds-

Boom!

The little snow fox is down!

Mela-la-lug-la-......la-

……

When Yan Jiuchao entered the house, the little snow fox had already rolled its eyes and fell asleep, holding a big meat bun in its arms, which was really big, bigger than a human face plate, and it couldn't fit it in the arms of a young fox.

In the life of Yan Jiuchao's delicate young master, there had never been such tonnage buns, and his eyebrows jumped when he saw it.

But he didn't say anything, and he didn't eat it!

Yan Jiuchao soaked in the medicinal spring for a while and then rested.

He sleeps lightly and has a terrible temper when woken up.

No one dared to appreciate Young Master Yan's temper, as soon as he rested, everyone in the courtyard also "rested", and the small courtyard, which was still busy before, seemed to fall into a death-like silence in an instant.

……

Yan Jiuchao is anorexic, it doesn't mean that he doesn't need to eat, he will also be hungry, no, he eats too little during the day, and his stomach starts to rumble in the second half of the night.

On the table, there are foods that have been prepared for a long time, including soft and delicious jujube paste and yam cake, sweet and transparent crystal osmanthus cake, soft and crispy Jinzhai hibiscus cake, and a box of salty, fragrant and soft crab roe cake, and a plate of washed fresh melons and fruits.

Each snack is packed into the most suitable and delicate utensils.

Alien to these utensils and food is the large meat bun in the center on a red jade carved crystal plate.

It's like a majestic overlord flower, mixed into a small and delicate hibiscus garden.

A trace of disgust flashed through Yan Jiuchao's eyes.

Then, Yan Jiuchao looked at the food on the table again, and made all the bells and whistles, in fact, it was all a taste, or no taste at all.

Yan Jiuchao raised his arm, and his slender fingertips as jade reached out to the dazzling array of pastries, jujube paste yam cake, crystal osmanthus cake, Jinzhai hibiscus cake...... His fingertips passed one by one, but finally landed on the big meat bun that was already cold and looked unappetizing.

Yan Jiuchao had never eaten such an ugly bun.

He picked it up by magic.

"It must be unpalatable!"

"But I can't eat it anyway."

Yan Jiuchao broke open the broken jar and took a bite, the skin of the bun was frozen hard, and it was rattling when chewed.

"It's really tasteless—"

Halfway through his sentence, he paused.

A fleeting taste flashed through the tip of his tongue, and it was soon gone.

He looked at the black, unrecognizable meat filling in the skin of the bun, hesitated for a moment, and took another bite.

"Huh?" He was surprised.

Then, he held the big cold and hard meat bun, one bite after another......

Uncle Wan only returned to the house lightly after Yan Jiuchao fell asleep, he didn't dare to make the slightest noise, but he couldn't let himself sleep like this.

The young master eats too little during the day, and he will definitely be hungry in the middle of the night, although there are snacks in the house, but on a cold day, it is better to eat something hot to warm his stomach.

He heard Yan Jiuchao's movement in the house, and knew that the young master was awake, so he hurriedly instructed the cook to add the fire under the stove, and he himself went to the young master's side, intending to ask the young master if he wanted to eat.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the bottom of the porch, he heard the voice of the young master faintly threatening someone.

There's no one else in this room!

Uncle Wan's old heart jumped suddenly, thinking that the young master was sick again, or it was an assassin, so he hurriedly walked over with three steps and two steps!

He pushed the door open and saw where the Assassin was. There was only a little snow fox that was forcibly shaken awake by Yan Jiuchao.

The little snow fox had just woken up, and the handful of fox fur on the top of its head was up, but its mind was already awake!

I saw it holding a big meat bun that was almost bigger than it and had been bitten by it, and glared at Yan Jiuchao angrily!

Yan Jiuchao squatted on the ground very down-to-earth, pinched its bun skin with his slender jade-like fingertips, and said domineeringly.

"Give it to me."

"To give or not to give?"

"I won't kill you."

Uncle Wan: "......"