After lunch, Phil whistled, and a white shadow appeared in front of him, crawling neatly down his trouser leg to his shoulders and holding himself firmly with his tail.

The focus of the exploration was on the vegetable garden at home, which was halfway explored yesterday and found nothing as expected.

The branches and leaves of some plants were still quite rough and hard, and yesterday he had two or three more small wounds on his hands, but thankfully Grandma Bertha had accompanied Catherine out the door.

Otherwise, this disgusting old woman would definitely wail for a while, let a few tears be shed, and then pounce on him and tie his hands into a round zongzi.

The little fat man felt that this matter had reached the point where he had to complain.

I don't know if it's because the Ward women's handiwork is so bad, or if it just so happens that the women in their family lack this convenient talent.

From Mama Bertha to a few close maids, when their huge bodies picked up the embroidery needle, a strong sense of disobedience inexplicably filled the whole space, but the people involved did not have the self-knowledge to enjoy it.

Even his mother, Catherine, who is known for her dexterity and delicacy in the Weaving Feather clan, saw the bloody live broadcast when he was two months old, when the two met for the first time, and that scene left an indelible impression on him.

In the years that followed, whenever Catherine picked up a needle and thread, he would find a proper reason to avoid the place where the tragedy was about to take place.

In other words, is it time to make a thimble for them, it is hard to imagine that such a simple little thing has not yet appeared on this continent with a history of tens of thousands of years.

It's just that if you take it out like this, won't it look too sharp.

It doesn't matter, this year's Catherine's birthday gift was done in advance, and the soft and hard Ser silver wrapped in macaran citrine, which is delicate and beautiful and practical.

Over the years, Catherine has sewn dozens of small clothes and toys for him, but most of the time after Catherine puts these things on her body and compares them, she will disappear, and there are few survivors.

Followed by Phil was Campbell's grandfather, the butler, who never spoke much, and always seemed more serious.

But he is really kind-hearted, and he has a steady personality, and he has a lot of experience in how to run a manor.

In several incidents, it was precisely because he was not surprised by the changes and handled them properly inside and outside that he did not let things develop in the direction of gradual collapse.

Another point that needs to be explained is that Raven, the adjutant who is with Matthew all the year round, is the son of Campbell's butler.

So these two are definitely the most trusted people in the Phil family.

As for his kindness, it is clear by looking at the beautiful bow that Bao'er has bandaged on her tail at the moment.

The tail of the tongue curler is fragile, and its naughty nature often causes it to have a wound or two on its tail.

Life is full of surprises and reversals, and under the stunned gaze of the little fat man, the old butler gently treats Bao'er's wounds with his swollen fingers like carrots, and deftly ties the bandage into a butterfly ready to fly.

This made Phil stare at the old butler silently for a long time, and life was really full of surprising reversals.

Phil casually plucked a few thin vines under the porch, formed a circle, and inserted a few large leaves, and a fashionable sunhat was complete, except that the color was green.

The little fat man hesitated, but still put it on.

There was a basket hanging from the little arm, and in the basket lay a small knife, the smallest knife that the old butler could find.

Today, Phil's goal is mainly the fruit of various plants, after all, since the previous life, he can't tell the difference between leeks and wheat seedlings.

Perhaps it is the right season, and there are many plants hanging with fruits, and most of them are about to ripen.

For example, the half-meter-tall plant in front of you has a dense layer of tiny green leaves on the surface, and a few soybean-sized fruits at the end of the reddish-brown branches below, which is a standing crop used to feed chickens at home.

Well, we'll call that a chicken for now, and Phil looks like a trumpet ostrich, taller and stronger than a turkey.

Fortunately, most of the crops that can be planted in the vegetable garden can be eaten directly, although the taste may not be delicious, but at least there is no toxicity, otherwise Campbell's butler would not allow the little fat man to taste everything recklessly.

Carefully cut a few fruits with a knife, and the fruits seemed to be unripe and red in the green.

First, I sniffed it carefully, there was no taste, and then I threw it into my mouth.

"Phew!" the sticky juice in his mouth was spit on the ground.

The strong bitter taste wrapped in the fruit suddenly made his saliva secrete involuntarily.

I don't know what kind of realm Shennong tasted herbs back then, but the little fat man is probably sure now that he may not be able to become such a great pioneer.

That's it, walk all the way, taste all the way, and most of the afternoon has passed like this.

After tasting a dozen kinds of leaves and seven or eight kinds of fruits, his mouth could not distinguish the taste at all.

Some tasted good, but not what he wanted, some were just plain grassy, but some were quite pungentious.

Phil even tasted the fishy smell from a red crescent-like fruit.

Fill, who had been expecting it from his appearance, felt that the world was quite evil, the fish eggs were sweet, but the plants were fishy, and he felt that he had been poisoned, and he was about to vomit out the bitter gall.

"This is originally anaphylaxis, and the taste may be a little pungent, but the sun-dried and ground powder is the best herb for treating diarrhea, and most people will plant a few at home and keep it ready for use. ”

Butler Campbell, who finally couldn't see it, walked closer, looked at the little fat man with a grudge on his face, and mended the knife with a smile.

"After drying, there is no such strong fishy smell, and you can also add some honey when taking the medicine. ”

The little fat man's sneaky actions couldn't hide it from him at all, but he didn't stop it.

He has stuffed a lot of things into his mouth indiscriminately today, and he is likely to eat bad stomachs, and the medicinal effect of the houtynia fruit is just right.

If he could, he even hoped that the little fat man would have a few more.

Looking at the darkening sky, today's journey of culinary discovery ended in failure once again.

Dejectedly, he followed behind Campbell, moving back step by step, and at some point he picked up a wooden stick in his hand, and waved it to the side of the road from time to time.

Even Bao'er didn't have the strength to lie on her stomach, her tongue sticking out for a long time, as if the sun was too much to make her body temperature a little high.

"Lady Catherine is back. Campbell, who was walking in front, glanced into the distance and reminded slowly.

Phil subconsciously looked at himself, and his originally clean and tidy clothes had completely changed at this time.

The sleeves were covered with water stains, the shoulders and neck were a mixture of green juice and gray-black dirt, all of which were the masterpieces of Bao'er jumping up and down, and the trouser legs and shoes under her feet were even more miserable.

Phil weakly turned his eyes for help to Campbell's back in front of him.

As if sensing his thoughts, the old butler didn't look back at all, didn't speak, just raised his hand and pointed in a direction.

It was a small path through the kitchen and firewood room, able to get around the main hall, provided he was fast enough.

The little fat man, who always looked lazy on weekdays, jumped out with a snort, and rushed to the path with the speed and agility he had never shown, running too fast and almost tripping over the dirt pit on the ground, stumbling and his fat figure looked like a bear.

Looking at the embarrassed back of the little fat man, Campbell showed a gentle smile for the first time, and the big folds at the corners of his eyes suddenly became deeper.

After the figure of the little fat man disappeared from the courtyard wall, he continued to pace slowly and walked in the direction of the main hall.

While walking, he picked up the wooden stick dropped by the little fat man and fiddled with it in his hand, seemingly in a good mood.

And the little fat man who walked like a fly was not in such a beautiful mood, and along the way he ran away from his shoes, loosened his trouser belt, and even the straw hat on his head did not know where it fell.

With the frightened gaze of the cook, he made a sharp stop and stumbled into the pile of debris piled under the hall, and several baskets were knocked over and scattered to the ground.

He didn't have to stop to clean up, he shouted sorry or something like that, and disappeared from the cook's sight.

Steward Campbell dragged Catherine in the living room for the time being, and he took the opportunity to return to his room.

Embarrassedly, he tore off his coat and the only remaining shoe, stuffed it under the bed, quickly changed into a clean set of home clothes and new shoes, and then sat on the edge of the bed panting.

At this moment, the little fat man didn't realize at all that whether it was in the eyes of the old butler, or some of his recent mannerisms and behaviors, and even his psychological reactions, he was getting farther and farther away from an adult, but more like a naïve child.