Beast language level 10, all beasts obey her orders

Mr. Fan sat on the ox cart and refused to get off.

"Little girl, you didn't tell me that you have tigers and leopards at home." His body was shaking and his voice was shaking too.

When the little ones saw the stranger, they curiously gathered around the cart.

"They really won't hurt anyone, Mr. Fan, don't worry." Tian Youyou promised again and again.

But Mr. Fan just refused to come down...

Helplessly, Tian Youyou had to take the food back.

"Who is he?" The family members looked at the old man outside curiously.

Tian Youyou whispered to them, "It's Mr. Fan, the Grand Tutor."

"Taifu? What is Taifu?"

"He is a very good teacher." The Pope is really very good.

"Oh, Youyou, you just want him to teach your father to read?"

Yes, but...gotta deal with him first.

Tian Youyou went to the kitchen and quickly made a dish of spicy and sour vermicelli.

In the days to come, she will have to rely on these delicacies to keep Mr. Fan.

She still remembered that Mr. Fan liked strong-flavored food, so this spicy and sour vermicelli dish would definitely surprise him.

And so it is.

When Mr. Fan smelled the scent, the gluttony in his stomach started to run away.

But the little ones by the oxcart...

Greedy! Afraid!

The complex taste of sour and spicy stimulated his nasal cavity and his taste buds...

He couldn't control his saliva...

In the end, greed overcame fear!

Mr. Fan put down one leg, and the little guys did not pounce on him but moved away a little.

He stepped down with another leg with confidence.

The little guys still didn't pounce on me.

He then breathed a sigh of relief and took a few steps with his stiff legs.

The little ones followed him curiously but didn't pounce on him.

Mr. Fan opened the gate and walked in.

"Hello everyone, my last name is Fan."

The people at home already knew his identity and naturally respected him.

"Mr. Fan, please come in."

"Please come in."

Mr. Fan's legs finally began to gain strength and he walked into the house.

Tian Youyou placed the hot and sour noodles in front of him at the right time.

"Mr. Fan, there aren't enough ingredients for the hot pot. Please make do with what you have and try this first."

"No compromise, no compromise." Mr. Fan picked up the chopsticks and couldn't wait to scoop up a handful of vermicelli into his mouth.

He doesn't know why, but he particularly likes to eat this vermicelli.

But after the food market, vermicelli became a hot seller, and after he had only eaten it a few times, the restaurants in Cizhou Prefecture had run out of vermicelli.

Although there was a golden thread clothes hot pot, he felt that it lacked flavor because there was no vermicelli in it.

The restaurant owner said that they had run out of vermicelli and had to wait until the following autumn.

So he left Cizhou Prefecture for a while, but he was still thinking about vermicelli.

After the New Year, he returned to Cizhou Prefecture.

I asked Mr. Xie, the shopkeeper of Qixinglou, to come to Anping County just to take a gamble. Maybe the girl still has vermicelli at home.

This sour and spicy taste is really appetizing!

Mr. Fan raised his head, squinted his eyes, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction, "This time... Mr. Fan is really here."

Isn't it coming? Tian Youyou thought.

From then on, Tian Youyou put a lot of thought into every day and came up with one or two new and delicious dishes for Mr. Fan.

There are fried vermicelli, ants climbing trees, vermicelli with minced meat, vermicelli stewed with pork, cold vermicelli, and even buns stuffed with vermicelli.

Mr. Fan temporarily lives in Xiao Yao's house and lives with Fang Sihai.

Unexpectedly, the two of them got along better and better as they talked, and Mr. Fan even kept saying that he seemed to have seen Fang Sihai somewhere before.

The people in the village are making fried tofu skin as usual, and the whole village is filled with the fragrance of beans.

Mr. Fan’s favorite thing is to stroll around the village with Fang Sihai when the sun sets.

After a few days, Mr. Fan's appetite was completely aroused, and Tian Youyou began to deliberately not make vermicelli for him.

"Youyou, why is there no vermicelli today?" Mr. Fan started complaining on the second day.

Tian Youyou has him under control.

Mr. Fan not only likes strong-flavored dishes, he also particularly likes vermicelli.

"You can't eat vermicelli every day." Tian Youyou gave the others a look, signaling them not to speak.

Mr. Fan looked at the others and thought about how he had been eating vermicelli for seven or eight days before, and how everyone had followed him and eaten it for that long.

"Sorry, everyone, Fan just...just likes that."

Tian Youyou could understand him. Many people nowadays like to eat various kinds of noodles.

She also has a lot of vermicelli recipes that she hasn't used yet.

In addition to Jerusalem artichoke vermicelli, she can also make rice noodles.

The raw materials, coarseness, and appearance of the flour will bring different taste and flavor experiences.

For example, there are thin vermicelli, thick vermicelli strips, wide noodles, and round rice noodles. In short... there are enough variations to keep Mr. Fan eating for a month or two.

"Youyou, just... just work harder and make me a vermicelli dish every day, and I, I can give you money."

Mr. Fan pretended to take out the money.

Tian Youyou interrupted him quickly, "Mr. Fan, you see, our village's business is doing pretty well, and I... am not short of money."

"Then what do you need?" Mr. Fan asked, "Tell me what you need. As long as I can find it for you, just ask."

The family members were all surprised, as Mr. Fan had bitten the hook into his mouth.

Tian Youyou sighed, "This... I'm afraid if I say it out loud, Mr. Fan will think that Youyou is taking advantage of you..."

"No, don't worry." Mr. Fan shook his hand.

Tian Youyou then spoke in embarrassment, "Mr. Fan, to be honest, as our business has grown, we have discovered a problem."

"what is the problem?"

"Even though no one in our village can read, this business requires accounting and writing contracts. Ignorance... is not acceptable."

"So, I want to find a teacher to teach everyone how to read and write."

Mr. Fan nodded, thinking that Tian Youyou's idea was right.

It is impossible to do business if you are illiterate.

"Can't you read?" Tian Youyou must be able to read since she can go to the food market. "You can teach them."

"But if I teach everyone to read, how can I have time to cook for you, Mr. Fan?"

Mr. Fan was stunned, but he quickly came to his senses.

"Well, you little girl, you schemed against me."

Tian Youyou sighed, "Look, Mr. Fan, I told you that you would think I'm taking advantage of you."

"Mr. Fan, please think about it carefully. Our village has beautiful scenery and the food I cook will suit your taste."

"I won't let you down for the money you earn from teaching."

"This...why not?"

Mr. Fan frowned and sighed, "Little girl, you are very brave."

Tian Youyou was puzzled.

"I am the emperor's tutor. If I teach these children, they will all be his classmates."

"Aren't you afraid..."

"What are you afraid of? Hasn't Mr. Fan been ordered to leave the palace to retire?" Tian Youyou raised her eyebrows cunningly, "I only know that you are the greedy Mr. Fan."

Mr. Fan clicked his tongue, "I want to eat vermicelli now."

"make a deal!"