Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 362 Dream Accident (1)_1

Chapter 362: Chapter 362 Dream Accident (1)_1

Lin Yuan also followed with a laugh, but her heart ached immensely. Although Xia Zheng spoke lightly, she could imagine how especially grave the situation must have been. Suppressing a refugee uprising wasn’t something that could be done with just a few words; Xia Zheng surely omitted many details to prevent her from worrying.

Despite not wanting to dwell on it, Lin Yuan couldn’t help but envision the hardships he endured. Starvation and freezing were a given, and he probably had to do all sorts of grueling labor as well.

"Is disaster relief just about distributing food? Don’t you also have to manage the floods and settle the refugees?"

Xia Zheng looked at Lin Yuan with some astonishment, not expecting such a young village girl to think of so much.

Pecking affectionately at the back of Lin Yuan’s hand, Xia Zheng’s eyes shone with admiration. "I always say, how could my woman be compared to ordinary women? Even in matters of disaster relief, my woman understands well. Let’s see who else dares to look down on me, ahaha."

Lin Yuan was startled, shocked by his sudden laughter. What had she said? Wasn’t it just managing floods and settling refugees? Was this some great matter? In her previous life when she watched TV, wasn’t this what was frequently reported in the news? Oh right, one must also prevent epidemics. Floods often brought the greatest hidden danger: beyond refugee uprisings, there were rampant epidemics.

However, looking at it now, since Xia Zheng returned so early, there probably wasn’t an epidemic.

Thinking of the epidemic, Lin Yuan suddenly smacked her forehead belatedly, asking with a bit of embarrassment, "That’s right, we’ve only talked about you. What about Lao Fan? Why didn’t he come back with you?"

Upon mentioning Lao Fan, Xia Zheng couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth, barely suppressing a laugh before he said, "Well, he, he still has some business to attend to and won’t be back for a couple of days."

Seeing Xia Zheng’s hesitant demeanor, what more did Lin Yuan need to understand?

Glancing at him with a skeptical look, she teased, "You wouldn’t have abandoned him there and sneaked back on your own, would you?"

Xia Zheng forced a dry laugh, his nose scrunching up, "Hehe, a woman being too clever isn’t entirely good, you know."

Lin Yuan was speechless. This guy! He had made threats and pleas when he left, and now that it was all over, he had simply tossed Lao Fan aside and didn’t bother about him at all! Truly a case of using people when needed and forgetting them when not!

Nevertheless, Xia Zheng wasn’t worried about Lao Fan in the least. Patting her soft hand reassuringly, he comforted her, "Don’t worry, Little White Rabbit is keeping an eye on things. Lao Fan won’t be in trouble."

Besides, with Lao Fan’s miraculous medical skills and poison techniques, even if everyone else was in trouble, he would be fine.

"But, you know, I have to say, Lao Fan’s medical skills are really something else."

Xia Zheng couldn’t help but sing praises again. "If it weren’t for the old man arriving in Jiangnan and having them spread the epidemic prevention medicine around, and distributing anti-disease medicine to the refugees, the epidemic would have indeed broken out. You know what? Some people didn’t trust Lao Fan’s medical skills and refused to take the medicine. So then I said, why not cook the medicine and mix it in the rice porridge? Those refugees might refuse the medicine, but would they refuse food? What do you think, am I not particularly clever?"

Rubbing his nose, Xia Zheng didn’t admit that it had been the Little White Rabbit who came up with the idea.

Lin Yuan didn’t realize whether Xia Zheng was lying, but she patted his shoulder sympathetically, "You should save those words to tell Lao Fan when he returns. If he’s happy, he might not mind you leaving him behind. If he’s not, well, you’ll need to pray for good luck."

Now even Xiao Linshuang was able to name several poisonous herbs without thinking, so if the disciple could do that, what to speak of the master?