Farming in the Magical World

the next day!

Lanny arrived in the lobby early, looking relaxed and at ease.

"Young Master, good morning!"

Seeing that the young master had actually appeared in the hall today, Candy, who was standing by the dining table, looked surprised.

"What's wrong? Is it so strange that I came for breakfast?"

"Alright, alright, your jaw is about to drop to the floor!"

Lanny was in a good mood. He glanced at the dumbfounded maid and made a mischievous joke.

This was the first time he had dined in the lobby in two months; previously, due to his injury and limited mobility, Frank had always taken him to the study.

Today, he felt he could gradually resume normal activities. He had been holed up in that small study for so long that his body was practically rusting.

After sitting down at the head of the table, he waved to Candy and said, "Beautiful Miss Candy, may I ask what's for breakfast today?"

It was clear that the young master was in a good mood today. Just as Candy was about to speak, Frank appeared in the hall pushing a food cart.

He was also taken aback when he saw Lanny sitting in the main seat.

But the old butler was an old butler after all, and he controlled his expression well. He didn't react in any other way and slowly set out the tableware, as if he had expected Lanny to appear at the table.

"Young master, this is breakfast today. Please enjoy." Frank arranged the food, straightened up, and patted his chest to indicate that Lanny could start eating, displaying the demeanor of a standard aristocratic butler.

"Frank, Candy can handle these things, why do you have to do it yourself?"

Lanny was a little surprised to see Frank pushing the food cart himself. It was understandable that he would personally deliver the food in the past, but it was strange that he would do it himself in the dining hall.

Candy, who was standing next to her, nodded vigorously upon hearing this, clearly very upset that Frank had taken her job!

“Young Master, I’m used to it. I’ve been serving your grandfather and your father since I was a child. I’ve always done these things myself!”

While tidying up the clutter on the dining cart, Frank answered his question nonchalantly, but when he mentioned Master Auguste, Frank couldn't help but look somewhat somber.

"oh... ..."

Hearing that this was a habit he had maintained for decades, Lanny was shocked, and his expression became somewhat unnatural!

Oh dear, I was careless!

It seems we really can't let our guard down at any time; we almost gave ourselves away!

He silently admonished himself before looking down at his breakfast.

A bowl of thick green rice porridge, a preserved egg, and a dish of pickled vegetables were already placed on the table.

Is this something nobles should eat?

Looking at the somewhat murky green porridge on the table, he felt a bit nauseous. He had been eating this stuff for over a month and was starting to feel nauseous.

Qingfu is the main local crop, somewhat like barley from another world; it has low yields and is not very palatable.

However, it also has its advantages, namely, it is cold-resistant and does not require high soil fertility. Farmers do not even need to take care of it much; they can harvest it by simply planting it.

To put it bluntly, it's easy to grow, there's no other choice.

I've heard that there are similar crops to wheat in this world, and that bread exists there too, but it's expensive.

Wheat is not grown locally and has to be transported from extremely far away. With the transportation costs and losses, you can imagine how attractive the price is!

Given the economic conditions of the Wells family, a minor country noble family, they naturally couldn't afford it. He had never seen the actual product and didn't know the difference between it and wheat.

Anyway, he had never seen these things in the castle menu since he transmigrated here, so he wasn't very clear about them before.

As for the egg-like object next to it, which is not much larger than a quail egg and has freckles all over its face, it is a local specialty: the egg of a grouse.

He seemed to have heard Frank mention that some people in the territory kept these things, but not many people did. These things were not easy to keep and were prone to escaping!

In his view, it is highly likely that the domestication rate is not high enough.

The preserved eggs actually taste quite good, with a smooth texture and a natural fragrance. They're just a bit small; with Lanny's appetite, he could eat several in one bite.

If you absolutely must make a comparison, you can treat this as a quail egg from another world; it's not that much bigger anyway.

Oh right, I remember eating quail preserved eggs at a hot pot restaurant in another world. They tasted really good. I wonder if they could make a living selling them as preserved eggs.

He had a bad feeling about the castle's current financial situation. Should he think of a way to make money?

I can't be the first transmigrator to starve to death. If other transmigrators find out, I'll probably be laughed at by my peers for a whole year.

I stared blankly at the lone pine nut egg on the plate, my mind wandering.

Forget it, I'll leave it to Tiffany. I won't miss out on this food; she's the one who was exhausted last night.

"Let's leave this to Madam!"

He pushed the pine omelet in front of him, casually gave an order, and without waiting for the maid's reply, he lowered his head and began his breakfast.

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By the time Tiffany arrived in the hall, Lenny had already left. She only went downstairs after hearing Lenny's footsteps as he entered the study.

What happened last night made her feel a little embarrassed, and she felt awkward seeing Lanny for a while.

She was now unsure how to face her husband, the playboy who was seen as awful and incompetent by outsiders.

She is not good at interacting with strangers.

In fact, she always knew that since she could not and did not want to resist her father, the marriage would inevitably take place, and she would eventually become Mrs. Wells in all her right.

Through her observations over this period of time, she felt that perhaps... maybe... that person wasn't as bad as she had imagined.

At least during his recovery, Lanny behaved very mildly and did not do anything too bad.

Adding to the embarrassing incident last night... this caused a subtle shift in her thoughts.

At that moment, she felt that perhaps the outside world's opinion of that person was wrong.

At least, it's not that comprehensive.

She was already mentally prepared for what happened last night.

It's just that... seeing Lanny still makes me feel awkward and shy.

"Ma'am, what's wrong?"

Candy stepped forward and gently pushed a plate of preserved eggs in front of Tiffany, noticing that the lady was still in a daze, and was somewhat puzzled!

Could it be that Madam, like Young Master, is also tired of these things? It seems I'll have to ask Susan to think of a way to change things up tomorrow.

"Oh, it's nothing!" Tiffany waved her hand, only then noticing the two preserved eggs in front of her.

"Did you buy preserved eggs again?" Tiffany pointed to the preserved eggs in front of her, which were served on two plates. She was a little puzzled. Even if she bought extra, would it be necessary to serve them on two plates?

Seeing Tiffany's puzzled look, Candy smiled strangely. "No, this is something the young master specially saved for you, in case you don't have enough to eat!"

"Really?" Tiffany murmured, her eyes becoming somewhat confused, but her face flushed.

If someone is really as awful as the rumors suggest, would they have such a thoughtful side?

For a moment, she was a little confused.

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