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Early the next morning, Fubao borrowed the kitchen of the inn. After arguing with the chef for a long time, he finally borrowed a set of kitchen utensils that were no longer in use.

After getting it, Fubao pouted slightly: "Uncle, you are so stingy, I just use the kitchenware, I don't want to take it away."

Wang Li stood behind them without knowing when, and said, "This is my niece. Give her whatever she needs. Even if she wants to take something away, don't be stingy. We are all family."

The chubby chef felt a little wronged and said aggrievedly, "It's not that I don't want to give it to the young lady, but she insisted on using it to make wolfberries. Can this thing still be used after cooking?"

Wang Li was shocked and tried to stop him: "Fubao, listen to uncle, this thing can only be looked at and not eaten, it's poisonous!"

Fu Bao patted his chest and said, "My master taught me a lot of medical skills. I can tell at a glance whether this thing is poisonous or not. It's just that no one eats it, not that it can't be eaten. I'll let you taste it today after I make it."

Wang Li was about to give her a long and earnest speech when suddenly a waiter came over and said that there was a disturbance in the lobby, so he had to rush to deal with it. Before leaving, he repeatedly warned her: "You must not eat it, you must not eat it. Keep an eye on him."

The chef who was designated had to look at Fubao while cooking and kept repeating: "You can't eat it, you can't eat it."

Fubao felt a little overwhelmed by what he said, so he quietly went to the corner with his things and took out a small kitchen knife.

Five or six round tomatoes lie on the white porcelain plate, so cute.

Time was too tight and we were being watched, so we could only cook simple dishes. Fu Bao chopped the tomatoes into small pieces, beat three eggs, added salt and stirred them quickly.

After the oil is hot, quickly fry the eggs until golden, and set aside. Then add more oil, pour in the chopped tomatoes, fry until the juice comes out, then pour in the previously fried eggs, add salt and half a spoonful of sugar, and quickly stir evenly. Fubao muttered softly: "Tomato scrambled eggs, serve!"

The chef had just prepared the dish when he turned around and saw her picking up the dish and stuffing it into her mouth. He stopped her loudly: "You can't eat it!"

Fu Bao had already swallowed the food while he was talking: "I really didn't lie to you, it's really delicious! Try it."

The chef quickly ran upstairs and called Qingyang, who was still asleep, "Master, something has happened. Go to the kitchen and check. Your disciple has been poisoned."

Fubao heard hurried footsteps, followed by Qingyang's shout: "Yishu! Li Yishu! How are you? Don't be afraid, the master is here."

Fu Bao was confused: "What's wrong, Master?" Then he smiled and said: "It just happened, the dish was just made, you try it."

Seeing that she was fine, Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief. He was too nervous at the time to notice that he was already a little hungry, so he took the chopsticks from Fubao and started eating with big mouthfuls.

Qingyang: "Wow! What's their specialty? I've never eaten it before, but it's really good."

Before Fubao could answer, the cook came hurriedly over.

When the cook came in, he was even more surprised: "Why are you eating too?"

Qingyang: "Didn't you say she was poisoned? She's fine now. You scared me."

Cook: "But are the dishes cooked by Langtao really edible?"

Qingyang: "..." Then he turned his head mechanically and said to Fubao: "Is this thing fried with wolf peaches?"

Fu Bao nodded and asked for credit: "How is it, Master? Is the dish I cooked delicious?"

Since he had already eaten, he didn't worry too much: "Yeah, it's really good. You can cook from now on."

Under the surprised gaze of the cook, the two of them finished their meal safely.

Before leaving, Fu Bao said to him, "There's one plate left. You can try it. It's really not poisonous and can be eaten."

After that, the two of them said goodbye to Wang Li and headed towards the villages and towns north of Qingzhou City.

The carriage traveled for more than an hour before we saw large fields of winter melon vines. There were quite a few people working in the fields.

Fubao jumped out of the car and said to the nearest old man, "Grandpa, do you know where I can buy winter melon seeds?"

The man dusted off the dust on his body, hung his straw hat around his neck, and said to her, "You little kid, why are you asking this?"

Fu Bao said obediently: "Wan melon is too expensive, I want to try growing it myself."

The man's face changed and he rushed over: "Go! I don't know."

Fubao had not expected such a direct rejection. He was at a loss and returned to the carriage dejectedly.

Qingyang: "What's wrong? Did you ask?"

Fu Bao shook his head dejectedly: "I didn't ask, he seemed to be angry."

Qingyang: "It's perfectly normal. You said you wanted to grow melons, which means you're trying to steal his business."

Fubao nodded. She didn't think too much about it at first, but now she knew how to ask. After walking a little further, she met a peasant woman weeding the fields with her child on her back.

Fu Bao, who was not afraid of difficulties, took action again, walked along the ridge to her side, and asked obediently: "Auntie, do you know where to buy winter melon seeds?"

The peasant woman looked at the fair and tender little girl in front of her and asked, "Why are you asking this?"

Fu Bao explained: "I will be leaving Qingzhou soon. If I go to other places, I won't be able to eat winter melons. So I want to take some seeds with me and try to grow them there."

The peasant woman looked at her with sincerity and said, "I have some seed melons at home. I'll give you two."

Fubao didn't expect things to go so smoothly. He was stunned for a moment and quickly agreed, "Thank you!"

The woman put the farm tools in her hands in order. The child on her back was still sleeping. She whispered, "Come on, follow me to my home."

Fubao followed her closely, and Qingyang drove the carriage closely behind her.

About a quarter of an hour later, the woman stopped in front of a mud house and said, "Let your father wait outside. Come with me and pick some."

Fu Bao paused and said, "I don't really understand these. Let my father choose."

The woman immediately refused: "My man doesn't let anyone into the house."

Fu Bao: "Then I'll wait outside the door, you can just pick two."

The woman looked a little impatient, but she still insisted: "Come in, look at your face, it's red from the sun. My second daughter is about your age, and we can still play with her."

The more enthusiastic she was, the more frightened Fubao became. He refused again and again: "No, no, my father has other things to do later and is in a hurry. If there is a chance in the future, let's play together again."

Qingyang was tying the carriage to a tree and didn't pay attention to the situation here for a while.

Fubao looked at the dark-faced woman in front of him and felt something was wrong. He stepped back and ran towards Qingyang.

He hadn't run two steps when his arm suddenly tightened, and then it hurt. Fubao shouted loudly, "Master!"

Before he could finish his words, he was dragged into the yard by the woman. Before the door was shut, Qingyang ran towards her with all his might.