Chapter 198: Overnight in a Small Mountain Village
Fu Mo said: "Nothing was found."
"Everything looks normal."
"Even this meal was made by the chef under my supervision."
"The cook has a limp and moves slowly, but his hands are very quick. His knife skills and cooking techniques are clearly the product of frequent practice. The village chief hasn't shown any unusual behavior."
Xie Yingmian looked at the dishes.
The dishes include chicken stewed with dried vegetables, braised pork, cabbage and pork stewed with vermicelli, and radish and egg soup.
These are all common dishes in farmers' homes.
The staple food is white steamed buns.
The dishes are not too rich, but they smell and taste very good.
Xie Yingmian was already hungry.
Seeing so many large dishes made me feel even hungrier.
She picked up her chopsticks and prepared to eat.
Fu Mo said nervously, "Miss Wang...Xie, how about I try the poison first?"
Xie Yingmian: "Didn't you watch the chef do it?"
Fu Mo: "The cook is quite normal and clean, but what if they put poison on the tray or dishes?"
Xie Yingmian laughed and said, "Do you think I can't tell whether it's poisoned or not?"
"Eat it with confidence, it's not poisonous." She picked up a steamed bun.
The steamed buns are well-made, white and fluffy.
"What are you standing there for? Let's eat together." Xie Yingmian said to Fu Mo.
Fu Mo swallowed.
He didn't eat anything that day, not even a sip of hot water, and was cold and hungry.
He was very tempted by Xie Yingmian's invitation.
However, the prince was still lying there, unconscious.
He felt a little embarrassed to have dinner with the princess.
Fu Mo felt embarrassed as he sat down and took a bite of the braised pork.
After eating, his eyes widened: "This taste."
"Why does it look a bit like the imperial meal I had before?"
"It's so similar! The cooking method of this braised pork is exactly the same as the one used in the imperial kitchen. Could that lame chef be an imperial chef?"
After Fu Mo finished speaking, he felt that he was talking nonsense.
How could there be a royal chef in such a small village?
The royal chef just needs to leave the palace.
Countless restaurants are vying for talent.
Even the kitchen helpers in the imperial kitchen were sought after by various restaurants.
Xie Yingmian ate some of each dish.
The braised pork tastes amazing.
The chicken and dried vegetables were also delicious, and even the plain old cabbage and pork stewed with vermicelli tasted surprisingly good.
His cooking skills are no worse than those of the chefs in big restaurants.
It is really unreasonable for a cook like this to work as a cook in the village chief's house.
Fu Mo: "How about I go check it out again?"
Xie Yingmian: "No need, go back to sleep and leave tomorrow morning."
Fu Mo's room is next door.
He said, "That's fine. Just call me if you need anything."
After Fu Mo left.
Xie Yingmian took off the cotton bandage on Yu Lingye's forehead.
There was a lot of blood on the cotton cloth.
After the blood dried, it turned dark brown.
She looked at Yu Lingye's wound.
Just as she thought, the wound on Yu Lingye's forehead had healed.
If it weren't for the bloodstains still on the bandage, you wouldn't be able to tell that he had been injured.
Xie Yingmian has already come to a conclusion.
The thing in Yu Lingye's body can absorb the energy of the void stone in her.
But the absorbed energy can only repair the upper body.
It felt like something was blocking the area below the abdomen.
The boundary is clear with Du'e Gu as the dividing line.
Xie Yingmian's fingers fell on Yu Lingye's abdomen.
What is in Yu Lingye’s abdomen?
How does that thing block the energy of the void stone?
Xie Yingmian couldn't figure it out.
If you can’t figure it out, just stop thinking about it.
She was so exhausted today that she closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly.
Xie Yingmian slept very well this time.
Fu Mo is different.
Fu Mo always felt that the village chief's house was a shady business and might take advantage of the dark and windy night to rob them, so he didn't dare to sleep well all night.
After dawn.
He didn't even knock on the door and barged into Xie Yingmian's room. He was relieved to see that Xie Yingmian and Yu Lingye were safe and sound.
Xie Yingmian looked at Fu Mo's dark circles and asked, "Didn't you sleep well?"
Fu Mo yawned.
It's not just that I didn't sleep well, I didn't sleep at all.
He was alert at all times, but later he was too sleepy and took a nap. He dreamed that the three of them were tied up and made into human meat buns by the lame cook.
Everyone in the village was sharing the human meat buns and commenting on them as they ate.
Not only was he eaten, he was also despised.
Fu Mo woke up in anger, only to find out it was all a dream.
He was so frightened by the dream that he broke out in a cold sweat. He ran to the next room regardless of anything. Only when he saw that Xie Yingmian and Yu Lingye were safe and sound did he feel relieved.
Fu Mo told Xie Yingmian about his dream.
Xie Yingmian was delighted to hear this.
She said, "This is the outskirts of Shangjing, not a remote area far from the emperor. If we were missing, they would be able to investigate here quickly. If they are in the human meat bun business, how could they exist safely?"
Having said that, Fu Mo still felt a lingering fear.
Breakfast was still brought by the village chief.
Breakfast is meat buns, lean meat porridge and pickles.
When Fu Mo saw the meat buns, he remembered his dream and refused to eat them no matter what.
Xie Yingmian enjoyed her meal.
The meat bun tasted great, better than any bun she had ever eaten.
Yu Lingye was awakened by this fragrance.
Fu Mo was the first to notice that Yu Lingye had woken up, and he was very happy: "Wang... Young Master Ye, you are awake?"
"Baozi." Yu Lingye pointed at the baozi.
Fu Mo understood clearly: "Sir, do you think there's something wrong with this meat bun, just like I do?"
"I had a dream last night. The three of us turned into human meat buns."
Xie Yingmian: ...
I'd better bring Tibetan pine with me next time I go out.
Tibetan pine is a man of few words.
She wiped Yu Lingye's hands with a wet towel and handed him a bun.
Yu Lingye was very hungry and finished one quickly.
Xie Yingmian handed him another bowl of lean meat porridge.
With the buns to fill his stomach, Yu Lingye ate slower.
He savored the lean meat porridge carefully.
"Did this family make these buns and porridge?"
"You also noticed something was wrong?" Xie Yingmian asked.
Yu Lingye nodded: "It's the imperial cuisine method."
Xie Yingmian: "Can you taste it?"
Yu Lingye: "The Imperial Kitchen has a special set of standards. The imperial chefs have different specialties, but they must be familiar with that set of standards."
"The size and shape of the buns, the specifications of the meat filling, the specifications of the lean meat in the lean meat porridge, the cooking time of the porridge, and so on are all the same as those in the imperial kitchen."
Xie Yingmian understood.
The royal chefs have different cooking skills, but they all have occupational diseases.
"Are you familiar with the imperial chef in the palace?" Xie Yingmian asked.
Yu Lingye shook his head. "Every three years, new imperial chefs come in, and old ones leave the palace when their terms expire. The turnover is quite frequent, so I don't know most of them."
"Most of these imperial chefs will be absorbed by the major restaurants in the capital, and the rest will either open their own restaurants or return to their hometowns."
“The royal chef in this house might be the same type as back home.”
Xie Yingmian always felt that something was strange.
She couldn't tell what was strange about it.
Fortunately, they were about to leave and were too lazy to bother investigating.
However, plans are detailed and changes are unpredictable.
Fu Mo quickly came to report that they might not be able to leave for the time being.
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