Buddhist Miracle Doctor: The Dark Prince, Can't Get Rid of Him

Xue Wenyu felt that getting along too well with subordinates and having too deep feelings for them was not good either!

As he walked, Xue Wenyu saw a large bamboo basket of red fruits placed in front of a 70-year-old man on the side of the road.

It was Shan Nan. He couldn't help but think of the delicious, non-sticky, and pit-free candied haws he had eaten with Brother Hui. They were made by her.

Hui Ge once said that she would do something every winter.

This year, probably because I was busy with Brother Hui’s affairs, I didn’t do it.

Moreover, if she wasn't preoccupied at the moment, she would definitely see the mountain nan wood sold by the old man and would definitely buy all of it.

Seeing her worried look on her face, Xue Wenyu's desire to know the whole story was less important than his worry for her.

Her attitude towards the man just now was somewhat unnatural and strange.

But Xue Wenyu was sure that no matter whether that guy had any romantic feelings for her or not, she definitely did not have any feelings for him.

When that guy showed up, she felt nervous, but not excited, shy, or happy! She just seemed to feel awkward because she had to.

Thinking of this, Xue Wenyu stopped searching her.

Howl? Mu Yingbao looked at him nervously. You want to ask, right? Of course you do!

Xue Wenyu felt a little distressed when he saw how nervous she was.

If she didn't care about her own opinion, she would never do that.

You know, her personality is the kind that doesn't matter to people she doesn't care about. She just wants to be happy.

He turned and pointed at the old man, motioning her to look. "You are still careful, Lin Chuan, go give the old man some silver and ask him to go back early. It's so cold, and it's so late." Mu Yingbao looked at the old man, thinking that he understood Xue Wenyu's meaning, and called Lin Chuan. Just as Lin Chuan was about to come over, he saw his master holding his wife's hand and walking towards the old man.

Mu Yingbao was preoccupied with something, so she let him lead the way absent-mindedly.

She stopped and saw that the old man was selling hawthorn. If she had seen this at other times, all kinds of delicious food made with hawthorn would immediately pop up in her mind, such as hawthorn cakes, hawthorn strips, candied haws, and hawthorn balls.

Now, even though she is still a foodie, she doesn't think about that.

"You want to eat this?" These are her reactions now.

Xue Wenyu blinked his eyes and patiently said, "Brother Hui said that you used to make candied haws every winter." He reminded reluctantly.

Bu, Mu Yingbao suddenly realized that this person wanted her to buy some to make candied haws!

"Uncle, your neem trees are still so well preserved in this season." Mu Yingbao leaned over to take a look at the fruits in the basket. As soon as he said this, Xue Wenyu breathed a sigh of relief.

Okay, I've finally recovered a little.

"Thank you for the compliment, ma'am. My family harvests a lot every year and stores them in the cellar covered with wheat straw. Look, ma'am, the fruits in my family are big and without worms. You can buy some. They are sweet and sour, and are appetizing for both adults and children." Since he came here this morning, the old man has bought some from several pregnant women. There are still so many left, but no one has come to buy. Finally, he saw someone coming to ask about it, and seeing that they were dressed like rich people, he immediately perked up.

A lady like this could definitely buy a whole factory.

"Uncle, how much do you sell this for?" Mu Yingbao temporarily returned to his foodie nature.

No matter how rich you are, even if you have already planned to give money to an old man, you will still habitually ask the price.

The old man held up three fingers. "Madam, three cents a calendar."

Three cents? It was one cent cheaper than what she bought in previous years, but the fruit was much bigger.

"Uncle, when did you go to the city today? How much did you sell today? How much did you take out?" she asked again.

"Madam, Wang arrived this afternoon, and has sold two factories so far." The old man told the reporter honestly.

I have only sold two kilograms so far, which is six cents, enough for two buns!

"Have you eaten yet?" Mu Yingbao asked again.

Xue Wenyu, who was standing by, started laughing as he listened. His woman became normal again.

She came to her senses and started to worry about the old man and the poor again, which was enough to prove that the guy was not a particularly important person in her heart.

Maybe, that guy is the same as the one named Kong outside the city. What is the same? Unrequited love!

Xue Wenyu felt that if he were so jealous, he would have drowned in the vinegar jar long ago.

The first one was Mo Yunbai, then Luo Yi, and then Kong Lian. These are just the ones I know. What about the ones I don’t know? What about the ones I haven’t seen?

She has a free-spirited personality and doesn't shy away from gender or age when interacting with others.

As long as she likes someone, she will treat him/her wholeheartedly regardless of gender, age or status.

Look at the moment, he is just an old man selling wild fruits, but she can ask him all kinds of questions.

When the old man heard Mu Yingbao ask him if he had eaten, he smiled awkwardly and said, "I had the cakes I brought from home for lunch, and I haven't eaten them yet in the evening."

Mu Yingbao guessed that this was the case. It was only six cents now, so it would be strange if he was willing to buy food.

"Uncle, I want all of these, but it's so late and the city gates are closed. Do you have any relatives to stay with for a night?" Mu Yingbao said as he pinched a mountain ridge and took a bite. It was indeed sweet and sour.

"Ah, ma'am, you want them all. There should be 26 factories left here." The old man ignored the rest of the words and asked in disbelief.

He has been selling this neem fruit for many years, and except for the candied haws seller, no one has ever bought so much from him.

"Hey, it's only over 20 kilograms." Mu Yingbao really didn't think it was too much.

If she were to teach everyone she knew how to do, she would probably only be able to do a small amount of each.

In that case, if the food is only given to Brother Hui, the child might not be able to eat enough and become thin.

What's more, everyone around her has been trained by her to be a foodie.

Didn't you see that old man Tao? He didn't look like an old man at all. He escorted Brother Hui to the Qinzheng Hall. He had some snacks in his arms and ate them to pass the time when he was bored.

In order not to embarrass Brother Hui, Old Man Tao put the wine gourd on his waist in the house. Otherwise, whenever he had some free time, he would open a bag of beef jerky, spiced beans,

Or sesame balls, pull the cork of the wine gourd, take a sip of wine, take a bite of snack, look very satisfied, how comfortable.

"What, ma'am, you still think it's not enough?" The old man thought he had heard wrongly.

"How many are left at home?" Xue Wenyu followed up with the conversation.

"In reply to this gentleman, there are still more than 300 years of wine in the house." The old man told carefully. Or sesame balls, pull out the cork of the wine gourd, take a sip of wine, a bite of snacks, with a satisfied look on his face, that is so comfortable.

"What, ma'am, you still think it's not enough?" The old man thought he had heard wrongly.

"How many are left at home?" Xue Wenyu followed up with the conversation.

"In reply to this gentleman, there are still more than 300 years of history in the family." The old man told carefully

"Why don't you sell it to the candied haws vendor?" Lin Chuan asked puzzledly.

What Lin Chuan asked was also what Mu Yingbao wanted to ask. There must be some twists and turns here.

Xue Wenyu stood aside, not showing any impatience. He noticed that one of his men was missing. Needless to say, it must be the man who secretly followed the inexplicably clever family.