The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 898 He... Kills Chickens?!_1

Chapter 898: Chapter 898 He... Kills Chickens?!_1

"You don’t know the half of it, hurry up and cook, I’m starving."

Lin Caisang saw his silly appearance, chuckled, shook her head, and took out three eggs from her small shoulder bag to hand to him.

"Boil the eggs for your master to eat."

"Oh, okay, okay."

Zhe Jue promptly nodded and went to boil the eggs first.

"What are you talking about?"

Ya Molian came over from the other side, glanced at the eggs and dried vegetables in Zhe Jue’s hands, and asked.

"It’s nothing."

Lin Caisang took his hand in hers and placed her other hand on his wrist to check his pulse.

"The cold has entered your body, your health is really... "

She frowned lightly and couldn’t help starting to worry about Ya Molian, thinking that after just a bit of walking, his condition had deteriorated like this. It seemed that even a man with great martial skills couldn’t withstand the torment of poison.

No, she had to finish sewing the clothes quickly. Once Brother Molian wore them, at least they could fend off some of the internal toxins.

"No wonder these past days you didn’t let me check your pulse. Turns out, Shaohua City really isn’t suitable for you to stay long."

"A trifle, don’t worry about it."

Ya Molian casually withdrew his hand and sat down by the fire, gesturing for her to come over.

Lin Caisang pouted, then sat down next to him. How could she not worry when anyone else in his condition would have already succumbed?

"Phew."

She let out a heavy sigh.

It was a good thing she had come; otherwise, how could just Jiang Zuo and Zhong You manage to take care of Ya Molian’s health?

"Eat something first."

As she spoke, she looked to the side, saw that everyone else was busy, and took an apple from the Jinzhu space, offering it to him.

"Ha, are you really treating me like a child that needs to be spoiled?" Ya Molian chuckled, took the apple, and bit into it.

"What child? I see you as...never mind, I won’t discuss it with you. Your body indeed needs more porridge to keep warm. Otherwise, how are you going to venture to White Blind Mountain?"

Lin Caisang shot him a glare.

"Jiang Zuo, come here."

She waved Jiang Zuo over.

"Miss, what’s the matter?"

Jiang Zuo wasn’t really busy, just tending to the fire. Hearing Lin Caisang’s voice, he immediately approached and asked.

Wasn’t his mistress just having a conversation with the palace master? How come she suddenly thought to summon him over?

"Take this chicken and make soup."

Lin Caisang seemed to produce a hen that was flapping its wings out of nowhere and handed it to him.

Jiang Zuo: "..."

He... kill a chicken?!

No, that’s not the issue of whether he could kill a chicken, but... Mistress, where did you get this chicken from? He hadn’t noticed her carrying a chicken cage just now, had he?

"What are you standing there for, not going yet?"

Seeing that he neither moved nor reached out to take it, Lin Caisang reminded him again.

"Oh, I’m on it."

Jiang Zuo glanced at his master and then quickly took the hen to prepare it into a delicious chicken soup.

"You’re raising chickens?" After Jiang Zuo left, Ya Molian asked her.

"Mmm."

Lin Caisang nodded.

"Before coming here, I bought five hens, a hundred ducks, thirty cows, thirty sheep, and thirty pigs. I thought since we’re going to White Blind Mountain, we should prepare more, just in case we run into difficulties on the mountain."