Chao Yun straightened her back, folded her hands slightly in front of her, and looked at the young master with a firm gaze. She had already begun to think about what unique cooking method she would use tomorrow to show the unique charm of sweet potatoes, so as to live up to the young master's expectations and let the sweet potatoes, under her skillful hands, be transformed into an amazing and delicious new look.
The young master frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of doubt and curiosity. He whispered, "I've never seen these sweet potatoes before. Could it be that the farmer grew them himself?"
There was a curiosity in his eyes, as if he wanted to unearth some new secrets from the origin of this sweet potato.
Chao Yun bowed slightly and replied respectfully, "I've carefully asked the lady of that family. She told me that these sweet potatoes aren't grown by them themselves, but are instead grains from foreign lands that they purchased at the grain store. It's said that these are a very common food in foreign lands, but few people here know about them."
Chao Yun's voice was clear and pleasant as he told her the information he knew.
The young master nodded slightly upon hearing this. A hint of interest flashed in his deep eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "Oh? I see. I never thought that the food from this foreign country would have such a unique flavor, and taste quite good too."
He paused, as if lost in thought. After a moment, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and he said with a hint of anticipation and longing, "It seems that the breadth of delicious food in this world far exceeds my imagination. In the future, I must spend more time and effort to explore the delicacies of those foreign countries. Perhaps I will find more unexpected surprises."
There was a hint of determination and enthusiasm in his tone, as if a wonderful journey of food exploration was about to unfold slowly under his plan.
In the camp of Sujia Village, the night deepened and the campfire flickered.
Lu Youan stood tall and straight at the edge of the camp, his black robe fluttering gently in the wind. His gaze passed over the open space in front of him and looked towards the brightly lit camp not far away. A trace of imperceptible thought flashed quietly in his deep eyes.
The numerous carriages, busy servants and heavily guarded guards in the camp all demonstrated his extraordinary identity and background. All of this made Lu Youan feel doubts and speculations.
A moment later, Uncle Hu's figure emerged from the darkness like a ghost. He walked lightly to Lu Youan's side, bent slightly, and reported in a low voice: "Sir, I have found out clearly. Those over there are the family of Wenchang Marquis. This trip is to return to their hometown to worship their ancestors.
The world is currently in turmoil, with bandits rampant. To ensure a safe and smooth journey, they have hired escorts from the Zhengwei Escort Agency. It's said that the Zhengwei Escort Agency is quite prestigious in the martial arts world, and their escorts are all highly skilled in martial arts. With them protecting them, ordinary thieves would not dare to provoke them easily.
Uncle Hu spoke at a steady pace, telling Lu Youan the information he had gathered in detail, with a hint of caution and alertness in his eyes.
Lu Youan narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured softly: "Marquis Wenchang? This is an old family with outstanding achievements for generations. It has a deep foundation in the court and has always been a staunch royalist. It can be said to be of great importance."
Various scenes from his past time in the capital city emerged in his mind. Although he had only had a few contacts with the young master of the Wenchang Marquis family, the scenes of each encounter were still as clear as yesterday.
"When I was in the capital, I had some interactions with the young master of the Wenchang Marquis's family, so we were acquainted with each other. If he saw me, he would definitely recognize me at a glance." Lu Youan frowned slightly, and his expression became more solemn.
Now, in order to avoid disaster, they are mixed in with the refugee group, and their identities must not be easily exposed.
Lu Youan turned to look at Uncle Hu, his eyes firm and serious, and said, "Uncle Hu, our whereabouts and true identities here must not be discovered by them. We must keep a low profile and not cause unnecessary trouble due to a momentary negligence."
When Uncle Hu heard this, he suddenly felt indignant.
His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to tell of his inner resentment.
In Uncle Hu's mind, his own son was of extremely noble status and should be respected. But now he had to hide like this and carefully avoid a group of people. It was really hard for him to accept.
However, Uncle Hu was well aware of the young master's foresight and thorough planning. Although he felt resentful, he suppressed his emotions, gritted his teeth, nodded heavily, and replied, "Don't worry, young master. I will be cautious and will not ruin your plan."
The next morning, before daybreak, the villagers of Sujia Village were full of energy after a night's rest. They got up early and began packing their bags, ready to embark on a new journey.
For a moment, the camp was filled with busy figures, people coming and going, talking in low voices, occasionally mixed in with the neighing of livestock, presenting a lively and orderly picture.
Not far away, the guards of Wenchang Hou keenly caught the movement here.
They were dressed in uniform, with a strong posture and their eyes showed the alertness and coldness of long-trained people.
At this moment, they saw that the people of Sujia Village were about to break camp and leave. Although they remained vigilant, they did not take any action, but just stared at them like a hawk.
In fact, ever since the people from Sujia Village stopped here and set up camp last night, these guards had been feeling suspicious and dissatisfied.
They looked at this large group of people who looked like refugees, and they were secretly worried that something might go wrong.
After all, they are escorting the family of Marquis Wenchang back to their hometown to worship their ancestors. The responsibility is heavy and they cannot afford to make any mistakes.
If there were bad guys among this group of strangers, or if they caused a riot, the consequences would be unimaginable.
They wanted to drive these people away without mercy to prevent future troubles.
However, when they asked their host for permission, the wife of the Marquis of Wenchang was compassionate and could not bear to see these people as displaced refugees, so she ordered that they should not be troubled and allowed them to stay here for one night.
Now that they saw the people from Sujia Village leaving on their own, the guards couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and secretly feel fortunate.
Lu Youan and Uncle Hu mingled quietly among the crowd in Sujia Village. Lu Youan had a calm face and deep and reserved eyes, as if he was just an ordinary refugee.
He raised his head slightly and glanced at Wenchang Hou's guards inconspicuously, with a barely perceptible flash of complex emotions in his eyes.
Then, he lowered his head silently, without saying a word, and slowly left this troubled place with the crowd.
In the following days, the temperature seemed to be continuously pulled down by an invisible hand, and the weather became increasingly cold.
The biting cold wind whistled past like a sharp whistle, making the branches tremble and the dry leaves rustle, as if humming the prelude to winter.
Everyone put on the cotton-padded jackets they had just bought. The thickness and warmth of the cotton-padded jackets were particularly precious in this cold atmosphere, providing some comfort against the severe cold.
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