Third Aunt looked at the smile on Wan Qian’s face, and sweat suddenly trickled down her forehead. "M- eat?"
Third Aunt stared at the at in her bowl but hesitated to sit down.
Wan Qian was very enthusiastic and looked at Third Uncle, "Yes, you sit down too, let’s eat together."
Wan Qian scooped another spoonful of at into Third Uncle’s bowl.
Cold sweat imdiately slid down Third Uncle’s forehead.
"T-this precious thing, wouldn’t it be improper for us to eat?" Third Uncle asked Wan Qian tremblingly.
"Yeah, yeah," Third Aunt echoed.
Wan Qian waved her hand generously, "It’s just a little rabbit at, eating together is no big deal."
Third Uncle and Third Aunt are just simple folks—they’re reluctant to eat even this small amount of rabbit at.
Wan Qian secretly thought, if in the future they work on a farm, and when serving food to the employees they’re stingy with portions—scooping a spoonful of food and shaking it three tis...
Seeing Wan Qian’s cheerful smile—and the thoughtful gleam hidden beneath it—Third Uncle and Third Aunt exchanged a glance and both began to understand what she ant.
Seeing Wan Qian’s smiling face and the thoughtful look hidden beneath it, Third Uncle and Third Aunt exchanged glances, understanding her aning.
No wonder she’s the owner of Dark Farm; even the servants of the Flesh-and-blood God are nothing more than "rabbit at" to her.
Now that Wan Qian said this, she was probably waiting for them to show loyalty!
Eating this at would bind their entire Mushroom Village completely to Dark Farm.
No wonder before, Wan Qian always avoided discussing recruitnt details. It turned out she was waiting here—waiting for Mushroom Village to clearly show its willingness to align with Dark Farm before she would trust them.
Third Uncle thought of the worried expression the village chief had when sending him.
The Dog God of Mushroom Village recently went missing and never returned. Without the Dog God, Mushroom Village would slowly weaken and urgently needed a strong external ally.
Thinking this, Third Uncle plopped down on his seat, picked up the at in his bowl, and took the first bite.
The fresh, tender at of an unknown creature was chewed in his mouth, the sweet juices splashing and flowing down his throat. This was probably the most exquisite delicacy in the world.
At that mont, Third Uncle couldn’t even control his expression, his face twisted.
Wan Qian frowned slightly, a little worried, watching Third Uncle bare his teeth and his eyes bulge.
"What’s wrong? Not tasty?" she asked. It slled delicious.
Tears welled up in Third Uncle’s eyes, almost falling.
"No, it’s too delicious!" That bite, they would be completely at odds with the Flesh-and-Blood God and bound to Dark Farm.
Third Uncle wondered: when did the Flesh-and-Blood God beco enemies with Dark Farm? Was this really necessary?
Seeing Third Uncle’s tearful enjoynt, Wan Qian felt it was a bit exaggerated but still scooped two pieces of at into her own bowl.
One bite, and Wan Qian’s eyes widened. Wow, it really was so good it made one want to cry!
Such delicious rabbit at made all the fine food she’d eaten before seem insignificant.
Wan Qian looked at Third Aunt — such great cooking skills had to be brought to her own farm!
At the sa ti, Wan Qian thought to herself: unfortunately, they only found one rabbit this ti. If she went to that forest more often, could she catch more? If so, she could raise them on her farm.
Slling the aroma of the at Wan Qian was eating from the pot, Fang Minglan also felt tempted. She picked up a spoonful for her bowl.
But as soon as her chopsticks touched the at, a strange fear and sense of danger instantly seized her mind, and alarms rang loudly — she must not eat!
Fang Minglan’s hand trembled violently, and with a "clatter," the chopsticks fell to the floor.
At the sound, all eyes turned to her.
Fang Minglan’s face drained of color but she tried hard to stay calm. Sitting in place, she said shakily, "Sorry, I didn’t hold the chopsticks steady."
She bent down slowly to pick up the fallen chopsticks, taking her ti. Her instinct warned her not to eat the at in the bowl.
But why could Wan Qian eat it? Didn’t Wan Qian notice sothing wrong with the at?
Fang Minglan couldn’t understand but chose to trust her instinct. She stared at the at in the bowl but didn’t pick up her chopsticks.
"I just rembered I’m still dieting. Sigh, I’ve eaten too much today already. I won’t eat this piece."
Hao Shijun, Xie Jia, and Wang Hui also did not eat the at from the pot. Almost the entire pot of at went into Wan Qian’s stomach.
Since arriving in the village, these few finally had a full al.
When the sky was pitch black, Third Uncle sent Wan Qian and the others back to their lodging.
That night was very quiet outside; nothing happened.
Wan Qian woke up in the middle of the night feeling a burning heat in her stomach, as if she had swallowed a piece of charcoal, now fiercely burning inside her.
This discomfort forcibly woke her from sleep.
She groaned softly in discomfort and reached out one hand to the bedside, trying to find her phone but couldn’t reach it.
A monster crouched on the ceiling beam was startled by Wan Qian’s voice.
Its head, with countless broken blood vessels, looked like a ragged mop, soft broken blood vessels hanging loosely, swinging with its movents.
The head instinctively bowed toward the sound, then suddenly, as if recalling sothing, quickly withdrew, curling into a ball, quietly resting on the beam.
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