The dead general was kidnapped by his husband and taken to farm.

Jiang Shian had a complicated expression. This thing was naturally wild, so he couldn't keep it around. Even if he wouldn't hurt him if he kissed him in the future, he was a carnivore after all. If he ran out and bit other people in the village one day, it would be a big deal.

Putting the wolf cub on the ground, Jiang Shian curled his lips and said in a lost tone: "The rich boy said that there are no ferocious beasts on the mountain, so what happened to this wolf cub? I think the wound on his leg was also caused by the bite of other animals."

He thought he had a little thing to keep him company, but in the end it was all in vain.

He looked at Ji Yinghuai and asked, "What should we do now? Should we send him up the mountain, or..."

Ji Yinghuai raised his eyebrows, not surprised by the hesitation in his tone, "Do you still want to raise Shi An?"

Jiang Shian shook his head.

Ji Yinghuai nodded and said, "I will send it back to the mountain tomorrow. It looks too young. If its parents are still alive, don't come to the village to look for it. It will be dangerous then."

After being reminded by him, Jiang Shian became alert. Yes, he had forgotten about this.

"Okay, I'll send it back tomorrow. As for tonight, I'll just take care of it reluctantly."

The first pot of big meat buns is out of the oven. As soon as you break them open, you can smell the aroma of leeks and meat.

Jiang Shian put the second basket of buns in the steamer, then cleaned the Chinese toon and dragon teeth, lit another stove, and planned to eat them while steaming them.

There is no need to blanch the Chinese toon for scrambled eggs, just cut it into small pieces and fry it.

All the lean meat was ground into minced meat and used to make dumplings, leaving only a small piece of pork belly. Some of the fat was just right for stir-frying with spiny dragon sprouts.

Add more oil when frying eggs, otherwise they will not be fluffy and fragrant. Beat the eggs and pour them into the pan. After they are formed, pour in the Chinese toon and stir-fry. Simply add salt and it's done.

Since there were no other outsiders, the two of them didn't have to avoid the rule of not eating until the food was on the table. They ate a steamed bun with scrambled eggs with Chinese toon first.

Jiang Shian took a bite and his mouth was filled with the aroma of meat, then he picked up a piece of Chinese toon with chopsticks through the gap and ate it. It tasted really good.

He looked at Ji Yinghuai and asked, "How does it taste?"

Ji Yinghuai nodded, "These things smell weird, but taste delicious."

Jiang Shian laughed twice. It turned out that he still remembered the fermented tofu.

The root of the dragon's thorns is round and the head is pointed. Cut it into thin slices. No need to put oil in the pot. Pour the pork belly into the pot. After the lard is fried out, add two dried chilies and garlic and stir-fry until fragrant. Finally, pour the dragon's thorns in and stir-fry.

Ji Yinghuai became more and more suspicious as he watched from the side. The boy's movements were so skillful that he even knew the wild vegetables in the mountains so well.

He remembered that the investigation sent by the secret guards showed that the other party had rarely left home since he was a child and had been recuperating in the mansion. Could it be that those were just appearances?

Jiang Shian brought two dishes to the table. The second pot of buns was ready to eat. He picked up a few with chopsticks and put them in the bamboo basket beside him.

Baozi should be eaten while hot, especially meat buns, the meat inside will taste better when cold.

Without even looking up, he said, "You eat first. I'll go take some to Aunt Huang's house and be back soon."

Ji Yinghuai nodded. He was not particularly familiar with Aunt Huang's family and they didn't know how to talk to each other, so he would not take on such a task himself.

Thinking of the fat boy Huang Fugui, Jiang Shian took two more cakes to take with him. This boy had helped him a lot and was sensible, so he liked him very much.

When they arrived at Huang's house, Huang Fugui's parents had just returned from the fields, Huang Qiuxiang had gone to the kitchen to prepare dinner, and Wang Fugui was being scolded in the yard for doing something wrong. Huang Youcai was holding a bamboo stick in his hand, and as he spoke, he made a move to hit the fat boy, but after talking for a long time, he never hit the boy.

Typical thunder is loud and raindrops are light.

Huang Fugui was not as well-behaved as he was in his family. Now he was as tough as a monkey. He kept talking back to his father while he was being scolded, and he ran around in the yard, which made his father very angry again.

Finally grabbing Huang Fugui's arm, Huang Youcai was about to spank his son, cursing, "You little brat, if you don't get beaten up one day, I think you're asking for a beating."

Jiang Shian watched for a long time. Since Huang Fugui was really going to be beaten, he quickly stepped forward and said, "Hey, Uncle Huang, he's still young. Just teach him a lesson. Such a thin cane will leave marks."

When Huang Fugui saw his savior coming, he quickly ran behind him and stuck his head out to look at his father. "That's right, father. You hurt me. I can't go to the fields to help you work tomorrow."

"Get over here, you useless brat. Stop hiding behind your brother Shi An. I'm going to teach you a lesson today."

Huang Youcai was so angry when he saw his little monkey jumping up and down, but he had to suppress his temper when a stranger came in.

"Shi An is here, come in and sit down, your aunt is cooking."

Huang Qiuxiang, who was busy in the room, heard the noise, wiped the water stains on her hands on her clothes and came out.

Both of them have the surname Huang, but they are not related. Huang Qiuxiang was picked up by an old lady from the next village. As she had no husband or children, she adopted Huang Qiuxiang and gave her the same surname as herself.

At that time, Grandma Huang was still alive. There was an osmanthus tree planted in her home. As it was autumn, she was named Huang Qiuxiang.

"Shi'an is here. Auntie is cooking! Come in and sit down. We'll have dinner at my house tonight." Huang Qiuxiang invited him into the house with a smile on her face.

In the past, she tried to help as much as possible out of consideration for her deceased sister, but after getting to know him, she found that Jiang Shian had a very good temper. Every time she sent something to him, he would bring them some snacks and food when he returned from town the next day.

I thought that since they came back from the town, they would look down on these country people, but Jiang Shian treated them gently and politely.

Besides, she had nothing to say about her son. Last time, the brat was acting coquettishly with her and wanted to eat the red bean cakes in town. Jiang Shian happened to come over to return the bamboo basket that day and overheard it.

Unexpectedly, she sent them a few pieces the next day, but they refused to accept her request for a few copper coins. She had no choice but to send them some fresh vegetables grown in her own garden.

Although the price cannot be compared, it is a token of my thoughtfulness. No matter how good the relationship is, it is better to have a give-and-take relationship.

Jiang Shian took a bun from the bamboo basket and handed it to Huang Fugui, and then handed the rest to Huang Qiuxiang, saying with a smile: "Not today, we are still cooking at home, send some freshly made buns to Auntie, Uncle Youcai, you can have a taste."

Wang Fugui held the buns in his hands. They were big and soft, and looked very white. They should be made of fine flour. In the town, one only costs one penny.

Whenever I wanted to eat it on weekdays, my parents would just make a pot of it with coarse flour. The fillings were mostly wild vegetables and sauerkraut, and it just didn't taste good after eating too much of it.

He moved his nose and smelled the aroma of meat.

There were at least six or seven buns in this bamboo basket, and Huang Qiuxiang felt a little guilty. She hesitated and said, "You can keep them for yourself, why are you giving them to us? We have some at home."

Jiang Shian stuffed the bamboo basket directly into Huang Qiuxiang's hands, "Aunt, please don't be polite with me. Hurry up and take the buns back to the house and eat them while they are hot. The chives in these buns were sent to me by Aunt two days ago. I eat them especially delicious. After you have dinner, can Aunt cut some more and ask Fugui to send them over?"

Huang Qiuxiang nodded immediately. How could she not agree? "Well, as long as you like to eat it, it's fine. This is the wild chives I raised myself. They taste better than the ones grown in the fields. If you want to eat them, come to my aunt's house and pick some."

She took the bamboo basket and patted Jiang Shian's hand.

Jiang Shian smiled and nodded.

She didn't delay any longer, took the buns back home and put them in a bowl, then returned the bamboo basket to Jiang Shian.

Wang Fugui was already holding the bun and started eating it, taking small bites and savoring the flavor as he ate. If he ate slower, he could eat a few more bites.

Seeing that he was still huddled in the corner, Jiang Shian waved at the boy and asked, "Would you like to go to Brother Shian's house for dinner?"

Huang Fugui shook his head while chewing on a meat bun, his round face smiling a bit silly, "No, we have to eat later, too. Brother Shi'an, thank you for the buns."

Jiang Shian walked over and patted his head, whispering, "I also brought you two cakes. They are at the bottom of the basket. Don't mess with your father and mother on weekdays, okay?"

"I understand, Brother Shian." Huang Fugui responded obediently.

When talking to Jiang Shian, he was no longer like a naughty monkey jumping around like before, he was very well behaved.

"Okay, then uncle, you go back to the room to eat. I'll go over first." Jiang Shian said to Huang Youcai.

Huang Youcai nodded. He was a man of few words and could only say a few words. He told her to come to our house often if she had anything to do and to tell her aunt if she needed anything.

This naughty monkey of his can be controlled sometimes, and there is no need to worry about it. Every time the other party comes, he behaves as well as a quail.

He was not familiar with the Jiang family. Although they were neighbors, he was just a farmer. Mr. Jiang was usually busy with business in town, and they would just nod when they met. But whatever his wife said was right, so whenever he sent vegetables or eggs to the neighbor, he never got angry with Huang Qiuxiang.

When Jiang Shian returned home, Ji Yinghuai was sitting in the yard teasing the wolf cub. No one knew what the man had done, but the wolf cub howled and scratched his legs with its uninjured claws.

Almost as soon as he entered the door, the man raised his eyes.

"Are you back?" Ji Yinghuai said, reaching out and grabbing the wolf cub's fur by the back of its neck and putting it aside, then he stood up and patted the gray hair that had jumped onto his pants.

"I'll bring the buns down when they're cooked. There's hot water on the stove. I'll wash the dishes later. Let's eat first."

The dishes and chopsticks were already placed on the table. Jiang Shian sat down at the table and said with a smile, "You are not a stranger. You have been busy in town all day. You can eat first. Why are you still waiting for me outside?"

The first few steamed buns were sent to the Huang family, and the rest were already a little cold in the dustpan. The second batch was still hot, perfect for eating now.

While the two were eating, the little wolf cub moved to the door and looked at Jiang Shian with a pair of pitiful eyes.

Its front leg was still injured, so it used its hind legs to exert force. It looked somewhat funny with its injured leg hanging up. The little wolf cub came close to Jiang Shian's leg and nudged his leg with its head.

Jiang Shian still felt a little reluctant, after all, he picked it up personally, and there was no other food except two dishes and buns on the table.

He took a bun and put it on the ground, patting the wolf cub on the head: "Eat it, eat it. I am the only one who is so kind. I will let you go back tomorrow. You must stay close to your parents and don't get lost again."

Ji Yinghuai watched his movements with a smile in his eyes. He said harsh words, but his actions were very gentle.

Seeing that inexplicably familiar action, he was stunned for a moment. He had just been picked up and brought home. Jiang Shian said the same thing on the morning when he brought him meal and patted his shoulder in the same way.

Ji Yinghuai felt that the corners of his mouth seemed to stiffen for a moment, and the big bun in his mouth was not as fragrant as before.

After dinner, Jiang Shian took a walk in the yard to help digest the food, and also watered the vegetables that were growing day by day.

The larger cabbages are already big enough for him to eat, and the green onions and coriander are also growing green. The slowest growing is the tomato, which is still a seedling with four or five leaves.

Because of the strong wind that night, the petals of several peach trees all fell to the ground. Now green buds have grown on them. The yard is no longer the dilapidated and desolate place it was a month ago, but is now full of vitality.

"Shi'an, I've boiled some hot water. You've been running around in the mountains today. Take a bath and relax before going to bed."

Ji Yinghuai stood at the door and smiled at the young man in the yard and spoke in a gentle voice.

Jiang Shian put down the barrel and looked up.

The man was wearing the simplest coarse linen clothes, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded, looking at him with a smile on his face.

He clicked his tongue in his heart and had to admit that this man was really handsome. Compared with Ji Yinghuai, the pure ancient gentleman, those handsome men in ancient costumes in TV dramas could only be considered as pretty girls from a small family, while this one was a romantic and elegant nobleman.

Jiang Shian realized that he was staring at Ji Yinghuai in a daze, and quickly shook his head to turn his attention back, "Okay, thank you."

"Yeah, it's my duty." Ji Yinghuai was in a very good mood, and his tone was filled with a happy smile.

The boy looked at him in a daze just now, and he didn't miss it.

The bathtub they bought before was a bit big, so Ji Yinghuai helped him move it back to the bedroom, filled it with water, and finally closed the door, leaving him alone in the room to take a bath.

Jiang Shian felt something was a little strange watching the man busying in and out to help him carry water. But before he could say anything, the man had already closed the door and walked out.

The water was still steaming. Jiang Shian reached out to test the water temperature and it was just right.

Without thinking too much, he took off his clothes and soaked in the bathtub.

After soaking in the hot water, he felt that all the fatigue of the day had disappeared, and he couldn't help but sigh.

As for the abnormality just now, he had already put it behind his mind.

After taking a comfortable bath, he fetched water in the wooden basin again and washed his hair with soapberry powder.

Soapnut powder doesn't produce much foam, but it still has some oil-removing and cleansing effects. It would be even better if a shampoo with rich, dense fragrance and foam could be developed.

He thought as he ruffled his hair.

After washing his hair, he wiped it with a towel as he walked out. He had to take back the clothes hanging on the tree, otherwise he would have nothing to wear if the wind blew them away.

But when he opened the door and saw the person sitting in the main room, he paused.

The man sitting at the table was picking herbs he had dug from the mountains.

The oil lamp on the table was burning, and the wind blowing in from the door from time to time made the flame flicker. The dark yellow halo softened the man's slightly cold and hard face.

Jiang Shian was wiping his hair with a handkerchief in his hand, but he didn't expect Ji Yinghuai to be sitting in the main room. He paused and looked down at himself.

Fortunately, it's quite well-behaved.