Chapter 027 Pastries
"Little official?"
"Um."
There was a warm atmosphere between the two of them. After eating a whole chicken, Zhang Qiling was full. Zhang Moyu took down the stewed medicinal food on the shelf and served him a bowl.
"It's freshly brewed and a little hot. Just blow on it while you drink it. It's a warming tonic, good for your body."
"Thanks."
Zhang Qiling took it, took a sip, and found that although the medicinal smell was a bit bitter, it did not taste bitter at all. On the contrary, it had a faint sweetness.
"Do you like the taste?"
Zhang Qiling did not answer, but just nodded reservedly.
After carefully observing his expression and seeing that he really liked her, Zhang Moyu felt relieved.
Sure enough, no matter what time it is, the little Qilins of the Zhang family like slightly sweet flavors!
After Zhang Qiling finished drinking, Zhang Moyu took out the snacks he had made from the Qilin bracelet and placed them in his arms.
There were more than a dozen snacks in the box, each about the size of an egg, round, white with a hint of pink, and looked particularly cute.
"I made this this morning. I added herbs to nourish the blood and qi. It's filled with red bean paste. You should like it too."
Zhang Qiling, who was already full at this time, fell silent again as he looked at the full box of snacks stuffed into his hands.
He wanted to say that there was no need to prepare so much food for him.
If he continued to feed the animals in this way, Zhang Qiling was worried that he would eventually become fat.
Knowing that it was because he ate in an uncouth manner and ate too much when they first met, Zhang Moyu had misunderstood his appetite. Zhang Qiling clarified with a serious face.
"I can't eat it all, so there's no need to prepare so much."
Zhang Moyu had just added some more water to the pot, and was about to put a few eggs that he had taken out when catching the chicken earlier into the remaining medicinal food, and cook it while the medicinal properties were still there. Unexpectedly, when he heard this, he stopped what he was doing.
After pondering for a while, Zhang Moyu suddenly remembered that there was someone he knew in Zhang Qiling's team, the unlucky kid who was full of evil spirit.
The child burned the talisman paper he gave him yesterday, and he didn't know if he was okay. He was so busy caring about Zhang Qiling that he forgot to check on him.
"There's a kid in your team that I took care of before. If you can't eat it, you can give it to him."
Speaking of children, Zhang Qiling subconsciously thought of Wuxie. But then he thought, considering Zhang Moyu's age, it wouldn't be wrong to call anyone a child.
"What's your name?"
"have no idea."
Zhang Moyu gave an honest answer that was beyond Zhang Qiling's expectations.
A name is just a code name for a person living in the world. Zhang Moyu didn't think so at all. He knew the name but didn't know what was wrong with it. He just added another description of Wuxie.
"That child loves to laugh, and he's fair-skinned, but he looks a bit stupid. I also gave him a jade token from our family, which can help to conceal his breath. You should be able to sense it."
With the combination of these three points, Zhang Qiling instantly locked onto Wuxie.
Thinking about how Wuxie had known Zhang Moyu before him and how he had left a deep impression on him, and how Zhang Moyu had even given him a jade token, Zhang Qiling felt a strange emotion suddenly arise in his heart, a bit sour, but not too uncomfortable.
"I met that unlucky kid two years ago. There's something wrong with his fate. If we don't take care of him, he'll get into big trouble."
Noticing that Zhang Qiling felt a little uncomfortable, Zhang Moyu kindly explained.
"Yeah, I see... What kind of pastry is this?"
Finding that his little thoughts had been seen through, Zhang Qiling changed the subject somewhat uncomfortably.
"Red Cloud Cake, but people in the tribe don't usually call it that name."
Zhang Moyu looked at him with a smile, and had some mischievous thoughts in his mind, so he deliberately made his voice soft and gentle.
"The tribe usually calls it beauty fat~, or beauty skin..."
"These are pictographic names given by our tribesmen. Look at it, it's white with a hint of red, smooth and soft, especially when it's still warm out of the pot. It feels like the skin of a beautiful woman."
Zhang Qiling felt that Zhang Moyu was treating him like a child, but he surprisingly didn't hate this feeling.
"I'm going back."
He had been out for quite a while, and he didn't know what Wu Sansheng was thinking about him behind his back, so it was time for him to go back.
"Okay, I'll follow your team. After we go down to the tomb, you can call me if you need anything."
Then he thought about the bloodshed Zhang Qiling would have shed when he went down to the tomb, and judging by the looks of it, most of it was his own doing. The smile on Zhang Moyu's lips faded, and he warned him seriously.
“Don’t hurt yourself, don’t bleed yourself!
You don't seem to be aware of your physical condition. I don't know why the Zhang family's medical and witchcraft traditions were not passed down, but I can tell you that your physical condition is very poor and it will take a long time to recover.
If it weren't for the Qilin blood..."
Zhang Moyu didn't finish his words, but he knew that Zhang Qiling understood what he meant.
Zhang Qiling was stunned for a moment, nodded helplessly, and suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt in his heart.
Before leaving, Zhang Qiling took a look at the eggs boiled in the pot with the remaining medicinal base and water, and sighed in his heart that Zhang Moyu really knew how to make the best use of things.
And in Zhang Moyu's eyes, his eyes were like a greedy little unicorn who was still obsessed with the eggs he was cooking even though his stomach was full.
So he happily decided that after cooking the eggs, he would pack them up and save them as snacks for little Qilin when they met next time.
When Zhang Qiling returned to the team, everyone had finished their meal and rested, and was ready to go.
"Brother? Brother, you're back. Where have you been? We're all worried about you after not seeing you for such a long time, do you know that?" Wuxie started nagging after Zhang Qiling came over.
No, you're the only one worried.
Wu Sansheng complained in his heart, but showed an expression of approval on his face.
"Yes, Brother Zhang, it's not safe for you to run alone. You need to move with the main force."
Zhang Qiling glanced at Wu Sansheng, who looked like a smiling tiger, and had no intention of talking to him. He put the snacks in his hand into Wuxie's arms and went to hide aside.
"What is this...Wow! Where did you get these pastries, bro? They look so delicious!"
Seeing the plump dumplings in the box, Wu Xie's eyes lit up. She grabbed one and wanted to eat it, but Wu San Sheng snatched it away halfway.
Wu Sansheng first put the stolen pastry to his nose and sniffed it, then took a bite as if nothing had happened. He ignored Wuxie's angry eyes and said something to add fuel to the fire.
"I'm testing the poison to see if there are any added ingredients. Nephew, if you don't want to thank me, forget it. But what does that look mean?"
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