The Ancient Growth Diary of a Little Zombie

"Hahaha~ It's just a trivial matter, we will fully cooperate with you, sir.

Hey, sir, why didn't you drink any porridge? Is it not to your liking?

Where's the corn? Hurry up and bring the corn up!

Sir, please try the new crops we have grown. I think you will be happy with them."

The air was silent for a moment, and the old ancestor suddenly smiled heartily, as if he didn't care at all.

This also made Yun Yi, who was feeling guilty, feel a little relieved.

But what he said, does that mean he doesn’t want to drink the porridge? ! !

Yun Yicai just raised his head when he heard a loud bang in his ears.

In the middle of the red cloth round table in front of him, there suddenly appeared a huge bamboo steamer.

He sniffed unconsciously, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

It was indeed that overbearing sweet smell that had always permeated the air around.

Yun Yi immediately looked at the ancestor with anticipation, like a good dog waiting for the master to give the order to eat.

Seeing the bright eyes opposite him, the old ancestor knew everything and immediately gave him a meaningful smile.

He waved his hand, and someone immediately came forward and opened the lid of the huge steamer.

As the lid was opened, a stronger sweet smell spread out along with wisps of white mist.

When the fragrant white mist carrying bursts of heat dissipated, a hill of golden corn cobs was revealed.

Just this one moment, Yun Yixiang was almost confused!

It feels sweeter than the pastries made by the imperial chefs in the palace, but has a unique, fruity fragrance and is not too sweet.

Could this thing be a crop grown in the ground?

Isn’t this really a delicious pastry carefully prepared?

Just by smelling it, he couldn't even imagine how delicious this thing called corn must be!

Yun Yi was already starving, and because the old man kept interrupting him, he didn't have a sip of the wild vegetable porridge for half a day.

After being hit by the fragrance again, I felt that my right hand, which was eager to move, seemed to be out of control, and subconsciously reached out to the steamer in front of me.

Just when he was about to grab the corner of the gold mountain, he heard another sound.

"Wait a minute!"

Yun Yi's hand froze just as he was about to grab something, and he looked up at the sky speechlessly, feeling hopeless.

Oh my god, can we even have a good meal?!

With tears in his eyes, Yun Yi slowly and stiffly withdrew his right hand. When he looked up at the old man opposite him who interrupted him again and again, he did not forget to force a very far-fetched, awkward but polite smile on his face.

"Hehe~ Old Master, do you have any concerns?"

The old man has lived to such an old age, how could he be so tactless again and again?

If so, don't ask.

The question is asked on purpose.

The old ancestor was almost unable to hide his collapse under Yun Yi's stiff fake smile, but he seemed to be oblivious to it and still said cheerfully and pretended to be considerate:

"Don't worry, sir. How can you eat these inferior fruits?

What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and divide up these inferior fruits, and serve the one that I, an old man, carefully selected for you, to you."

The old man gave a light order, and Yun Yi felt his eyes suddenly blurred.

So many hands, so many hands...

But in just a moment, those hands that suddenly appeared before his eyes, so countless that they almost left afterimages, disappeared. If it weren't for the small golden mountain made of corn in front of him, it would have disappeared as well.

He even thought that the scene just now was just an illusion caused by hunger.