Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

After saying that, he snorted disdainfully, then picked up a piece of meat with lightning speed and precision and put it into his mouth triumphantly.

Ying Er's face turned pale at this sudden confrontation, and his anger instantly spread like wildfire. He stood up suddenly, clenched his fists, as if ready to solve the problem with force.

But Fang Jiawen had grown up in adversity and was agile. In addition, his attention was focused on the food in front of him at that moment. He turned sideways almost like a conditioned reflex and easily dodged the powerful punch.

Ying Er's attack missed, and he became even angrier, and he threw another punch like wind and thunder.

Fang Jiawen was still at ease, dodging flexibly while picking up food quickly, and uttered threats indistinctly: "You want to bully me by relying on your advantage in numbers? Listen carefully, if you dare to use force again, don't blame me for being rude. I will let you experience the power of poison!"

Ying Er's chest was so excited by these words that it heaved violently. Although he sneered in his heart, thinking that Fang Jiawen was just bluffing, he couldn't help but feel a little hesitant.

Just when the conflict was about to break out, Fan Yanmu, who had been watching silently, suddenly spoke up, his voice as cold as ice: "Enough, eat quietly!"

Ying Er reluctantly sat back in his original position, his eyes cast towards the almost empty pot. Only a lonely piece of bear paw meat was left, floating lonely in the boiling soup.

Just as he was about to take action again and wanted to take the last piece of meat, a pair of chopsticks that were faster than his took the lead like a cunning rabbit and easily picked up the piece of bear paw meat.

Following the trajectory of the chopsticks, the piece of meat had already fallen steadily into Fang Jiawen's smug mouth.

Ying Er was furious and felt a surge of blood rushing to his head. He only had three pieces, but this kid had a big appetite and ate more than anyone else.

Fang Jiawen's face was full of the pride of a winner. He blinked at Ying Er provocatively, and then quickly chewed the delicious food in his mouth with a look of enjoyment on his face.

Xiao Zhixue watched this silent battle quietly from the side. She couldn't help but smile with interest. She thought to herself, these two guys are really childish.

In desperation, considering that everyone was still not satisfied, Xiao Zhixue decided not to leave herself with any regrets. She dug out some remaining bear meat from the bottom of the package, threw it into the pot, and cooked it to just the right temperature for the next round of feast.

Soon, the newly added bear meat danced happily in the pot, becoming more tender and tempting, and filled with fragrance.

This time, Ying Er did not leave Fang Jiawen any chance to take advantage of. He quickly picked up several large pieces of meat, filling the entire bowl, and then began to chew them without caring about his image, enjoying this hard-earned feast to the fullest.

Fang Jiawen looked at the steaming pot in front of him with the fragrant meat, and no longer bothered with Ying Er. He just enjoyed his share contentedly.

The dinner came to an end in such a subtle and harmonious atmosphere. Fang Jiawen couldn't help but feel secretly fortunate that today's little episode not only allowed him to enjoy unprecedented delicious food, but also let him experience the unique fun and warmth among the team.

This meal was undoubtedly particularly memorable for him.

On this quiet mountain village night, the moonlight shines through the sparse clouds, into the simple yet warm wooden house, and illuminates the exquisite dishes on the table.

This was the first time in his life that he had tasted such delicious food, a combination of mountain delicacies and rural flavors.

The delicate taste formed a sharp contrast with his bland meals in the Divine Doctor Valley. Every bite seemed to awaken his dormant taste buds, making him intoxicated.

After dinner, Fang Jiawen quietly took out a shiny and warm pill from his sleeve. This treasure, which contained his father's lifelong wisdom and hard work, looked even more mysterious under the dim light.

He swallowed it without hesitation, and a warm current slowly flowed through his body, nourishing every cell.

His eyes inadvertently fell on Xiao Zhixue who was carefully selecting and sorting medicinal herbs. Her fingers deftly shuttled among the various herbs of different colors, like beating notes weaving the music of life.

Fang Jiawen's curiosity was completely aroused, and he couldn't help but ask, "Miss Xiao, these herbs exude a strong vitality. They seem to be specially prepared for seriously ill patients. But I saw that the people in the village, although thin, looked quite healthy and did not show any signs of illness."

Xiao Zhixue's fingers gently brushed across a green leaf. Her lowered eyelids hid the complex emotions in her eyes. She replied softly, "This is a must-have for my elder brother, Xiao Tingrui. He has been suffering from a chronic illness for many years."

Fang Jiawen's gaze then turned to Xiao Tingrui who was sitting quietly in the corner. He looked haggard, and his complexion was like the yellow leaves that were about to wither in autumn. It was the kind of haggardness that only came from a long-term illness.

Looking closely at the herbs in Xiao Zhixue's hand, although each one was carefully selected to relieve pain, they did not seem to be able to fundamentally solve the problem and could only barely maintain Xiao Tingrui's current weak condition.

Feeling the sympathy and concern in Fang Jiawen's heart, Xiao Zhixue sighed lightly and agreed with his opinion.

"Indeed, these are the best drugs we can find at the moment. Although their effects are limited, they can at least help my elder brother overcome the current difficulties."

Fang Jiawen stroked his chin subconsciously, and the bottle of magical medicine secretly made by his father flashed through his mind.

The elixir, even if taken by a strong person, can strengthen the body and prolong life; and for those who are terminally ill, its miraculous effect can be seen within three days and all the pain will disappear.

However, there are only ten pills of such precious medicine left. Even my father himself is unwilling to take it easily, which shows its value and risk.

Just as Fang Jiawen was thinking secretly in his heart, the bottle of potion containing mysterious power quietly fell into Xiao Zhixue's hands.

However, to everyone's surprise, she did not let her brother take it immediately.

This action was like throwing a stone into a calm lake, causing ripples in Fang Jiawen's heart.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were fixed on Xiao Zhixue, as if he was trying to find the answer from every subtle expression on her face.

Xiao Zhixue was well aware of the extraordinary nature of this medicine, but she also knew that her elder brother's currently weak body could not withstand the overbearing power of the elixir.

That is a kind of power that even many martial arts masters dare not try easily. If used improperly, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Father may never have mentioned to you that the power of this elixir is extraordinary. The physique of an ordinary person cannot withstand even a fraction of it. To be precise, only warriors with deep inner strength and a solid foundation can barely control its power."

After finishing the explanation, Xiao Zhixue skillfully poured the golden liquid medicine from the steaming medicine pot and gently handed it to Xiao Tingrui.