Farmer sister: Escape from wilderness and farm with Lingquan space

After they had to follow the white tiger to fight for the two-legged creatures a few times, they were all fed by the two-legged creatures out of gratitude.

From then on, during festivals, the two-legged creatures would feed them.

At first, they put food on the mountain, and later they protected the two-legged creatures in the village several times, and a deep revolutionary friendship was established between them and the two-legged creatures.

Just like today, when the two-legged creatures are having a big meal, they can also come into the village to enjoy the delicious food together.

After a delicious and satisfying meal, their bellies are full, and they can go back to hibernate peacefully.

The wild beasts were feasting, and the villagers were not afraid at all. Some of the bolder children even dared to reach out and touch the beasts that would have made them cry just by hearing their names.

The wild beasts were petted like docile cats and dogs. A bear and a tiger, even under the intimidation of the white tiger, were taken turns being ridden around the village by Qiao Bei, Qiao Xing, and a few other brave children.

Throughout Qingshui Village, people and livestock live in harmony, and the atmosphere is joyous and lively.

Mo Beihan brought two jars of fine wine and several large food boxes with him.

"Ranran, these are your favorite pork tenderloin and almond shortbread. I specially asked the imperial chef to make extra and bring them over. They're still warm. There's also plum wine from Xiliang. I saw you had a couple of extra cups at the banquet, so I brought two jars with me. Come and try some. If you like it, I'll bring you more from the palace next time."

Seeing Qiao Ran come downstairs still sleepy, Mo Beihan arranged the things he had brought on the table while turning his head to talk to her with a smile.

Since he came directly from the palace banquet, Mo Beihan hadn't changed his clothes yet.

Having grown accustomed to seeing him in casual clothes, martial attire, and armor, Qiao Ran couldn't help but stop and take a few more glances upon seeing him in the formal attire of a prince.

The eaves lights were not turned on in the courtyard tonight; instead, festive red lanterns were hung up.

In the soft light, the man had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and stood tall and elegant. His handsome features were even more defined. His appearance was even more handsome than the number one handsome man in Asia in the 21st century. Due to his innate temperament, he carried an aura of nobility and unapproachability.

With his looks and status, even though he was once a playboy and exuded an aura of "keep away or you'll die," there were still women who were infatuated with him and dared to approach him despite the danger. Those women learned a lesson they would never forget.

Later, fewer and fewer moths flew into the fire, because there weren't that many people who were truly afraid of death.

Thus, he became someone that the noble ladies of the capital both loved and hated, someone they could only admire from afar but never approach.

But now, this person, whom ordinary people cannot approach, has specially brought wine and dishes from the palace for her, waiting for her to taste them with a gentle smile on his face.

A smile spread across Qiao Ran's face as she stepped forward, took the chopsticks he offered, and picked up a piece of golden-yellow, tempting pork tenderloin.

"How about it?"

His eyes were expectant.

Qiao Ran nodded:

"Mmm, delicious! Is the pork loin here made from pork from our Fairy Valley?"

Mo Beihan smiled:

"Yes, the pork served at the palace banquet today is all ordinary pork. This dish is made by the imperial chef using the pork you sent from my residence. I reserved some for my grandfather and great-uncle. No one else is entitled to eat it."

"Thank you, you're so kind!"

Qiao Ran was grateful for his thoughtfulness.