Wen Jin felt her body sink and she opened her eyes suddenly.
"Ajin, are you okay?" Maotu was supporting her and looking at her worriedly.
"Why am I sweating so much?" Wen Jin took a deep breath and asked.
Maotu couldn't laugh or cry, "I still want to ask you?"
"You just suddenly opened your pocket and muttered, but you couldn't hear what you were saying. Since then, you have been sweating... You closed your eyes. I wanted to wake you up, but you looked grinning. Smile happily, but I'm afraid of disturbing you..."
"Who knew, suddenly, you groaned and almost fainted..."
Utu sniffed, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Ajin, you must not let anything happen to you!"
Wen Jin stood up straight and patted her hand, "Don't worry, nothing will happen to me... My two children, my man, and my best friends are all here. How can I leave you?"
Wen Jin touched his left shoulder...
Hiss...it hurts so much! It hurts like a knife.
But there was no blood seeping through the clothes.
Wen Jin frowned, this was where her lotus birthmark was originally.
But after the space disappeared, her birthmark also disappeared.
This place suddenly hurts so much...could it have anything to do with space?
Wen Jin raised his head inadvertently, "Oh..."
"What's wrong? What did you see?" Maotu quickly followed. But she didn't see anything unusual.
The situation in Mao Tu's eyes was different from what Wen Jin saw.
What Wen Jin saw was that the red mountain fruits all over the mountains and plains had disappeared!
The remaining fruits are either half red or half green and look not yet ripe. Or it's completely green, and I'm afraid it will take another few months to mature.
Tsk tsk...
Wen Jin secretly exclaimed, this mustard bag is not only a treasure! He is still an extremely smart and highly intelligent baby!
Tsk, she was a bit reluctant to give it back to Utu!
"What's going on?" Maotu tilted his head and looked at her.
Wen Jin used his consciousness to take out two red mountain berries from his pocket, one for himself and one into Mao Tu's mouth.
"A bag full!" Wen Jin said with a smile, "This bag is really packed!"
After saying that, she stuffed the still deflated-looking pocket back into Utu.
"Ah? Hmm! It's delicious, so sweet! Sour and sweet! Give me another one, please, Ah Jin!" Mao Tu followed Wen Jin with excitement on his face, "Tell me, How did you do it? Please teach me!"
Wen Jin and Mao Tu returned to the camp first.
Yu'er and others seemed to have dug up a nest of fake taro, which could not be filled by several baskets.
The joy of harvest is always so fascinating - they spit on their hands.
"Carry these baskets back, then go to the camp and call a few people to carry a few baskets! You won't have to go hungry for the next half month!" someone said excitedly.
"No! You have to have enough antidote! Otherwise, you will die if you take it. Do you still dare to take it?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone else looked at Wen Jin.
Wen Jin nodded, "Dig it, dig it...enough of the antidote to neutralize the poison!"
Wen Jin and the others returned to the camp and couldn't wait to come to the big pot.
Mao Tu covered Wen Jin, and Wen Jin took out the red mountain fruit from his mustard bag and threw it into the pot.
Toss and stir.
The rabbit's nose moved, "It's fragrant, it's fragrant, I can smell the fragrance! Enough, enough! How much did you put in? Don't put too much! According to my intuition, this is definitely good stuff, maybe it's better than That Ganoderma lucidum and yacon are better!"
Wen Jin chuckled, "This is more to your liking, right? You're too picky, so I only put ten in."
"It's so fragrant! It's not that I'm stingy! It's..." Maotu took a sip of saliva, "It's too fragrant, wouldn't it be suspicious!"
Wen Jin curled his lips, "Do you think everyone has a nose as sharp as your dog's?"
"Wow, it smells so good! What delicious food did you cook?" The cook also moved his nose vigorously, like a hound, and came closer.
Maotu raised his eyebrows at Wen Jin.
Wen Jin: "..."
"You keep stirring, and stop when the soup boils." Wen Jin handed the wooden spoon to the cook, and they went to the next pot.
There are a total of five large pots in this camp, and there are hundreds of people, and about twenty people eat in one pot.
I heard the cook exclaiming while stirring, "Hey, dear, what did you put in it? It's so fragrant that my saliva is about to drop."
"Hey? I didn't stir the batter either? Can this soup get thicker and thicker as it simmers? Now it's better. The boss can't say that the soup I cooked is too watery!"
The people eating on that pot also came over.
Hearing this, someone laughed at him, "What you cook is just clear soup with little water! This is what Uncle Wen cooked!"
"Pfft, cough, cough..." Wen Jin, who was stirring the soup on the side, neither cried nor laughed when he heard this honorific.
Wen...cough, Uncle Wen.
Whether fake taro was put in by mistake or red tassels were boiled in the pot, the toxicity inside was neutralized and eliminated after adding the red mountain fruit.
The food in the pot exudes an attractive aroma.
This red mountain fruit is like a universal flavoring agent, it can be perfectly matched with both savory and sweet meals.
The soldiers in the camp had already gathered around. They all looked eagerly at the big pots and kept swallowing their saliva.
Even the girls who were hiding in a small tent and dared not come out now poked their heads out of the small tent, breathing hard while moving their noses, rubbing their stomachs, and swallowing hard. It seems that this way you can "eat full".
"It smells so good. When can we serve dinner?" The soldiers couldn't help but look at Wen Jin and asked.
"It's done, it's time to eat." Wen Jin told them to feel free to eat.
But once they were bitten by a snake, they were afraid of well ropes for ten years. Even though they were extremely greedy, they all held their bowls and no one dared to come forward.
When Xiao Yuchen saw this, he was about to step forward to explain to everyone.
It happened that Yu'er led the people back carrying many baskets of poisonous taro.
"Oh no, I'm starving!" Yu'er rubbed her belly, "Well, what kind of rice is so fragrant? This is so fragrant! It reminds me of the smell in Wutong Courtyard before!"
Xiao Yuchen's face suddenly froze...this kid! Which pot won't be opened?
Yu'er chuckled and stepped forward to take Xiao Yuchen's bowl, "Brother, can you serve it for me?"
He previously teased Xiao Yuchen in front of others and deliberately called him "Sister."
The soldier who was working with Yu'er just now kindly reminded him, "Now that you are disguised as men, you can't call him sister! You have to call him brother!"
Yu'er was so happy that she almost fell into the pit with laughter.
Calling his father "brother" in public, seeing his father angry and helpless... it's very interesting to think about it.
Yu'er took the bowl in Xiao Yuchen's hand and started eating it with big mouthfuls.
He thought Xiao Yuchen would be angry... Who knows, because he mentioned "Wutong Courtyard", Xiao Yuchen's eyes only looked at him with pity and guilt... Wutong Courtyard, probably Xiao Yuchen's past and present lives, cannot make up for it. regret.
Everyone wiped their saliva and stared at Wen Yu without blinking.
Just wait until he finishes eating to see if he shows any signs of poisoning...
"Ah...ah!" Yu'er suddenly stroked her neck and patted her chest.
His appearance frightened everyone!
