Chapter 31: A Huge Bowl of Dongpo Meat

When Bai Caoshi received the news from Huan Yan of her clearing the level, she felt lucky.

She vaguely remembered that in the original work, the original owner of this body had interacted with the Crazy Edge King. She was selling specialties in the market, and the Crazy Edge King’s subordinates saw her and abducted her. The Crazy Edge King felt that she was born to look like someone and had the idea of hiding her secretly. The original owner of this body naturally disagreed. The fierce woman met the brutal man and eventually lost her life.

Later, when Zhe Yu returned to Yanjing, he defeated the Crazy Edge King in court. He removed his king’s title and was imprisoned. Only when Zhe Yu died did he execute him.

Therefore, during today’s banquet, she stayed behind the scenes the entire time and did not show her face. She did not know if doing this would protect herself or arouse the curiosity of the Crazy Edge King. She only followed her intuition.

He didn’t receive any summons or rewards, but Bai Caoshi felt relieved.

The day had been long and tiring. Physically, and mentally.

But she couldn’t sleep yet. There was a more important task—she had to make a cane.

From the kitchen, she found a piece of wood with the strangest shape. Then, she began to cut it. She wanted to repair it so that it was smooth. In her ideal state, she could carve flowers.

Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners, especially all kinds of ancient medicine gangs, had their own specialized medicinal cutting knives. Bai Caoshi had seen it in the documentary “Herbalism China”. It was quite cute. However, knowing how to cut medicine did not mean that her cutting skills were good. Bai Caoshi’s strength and skills did not support her in making a beautiful cane. All she had was persistence.

Her old injuries had just healed, and her hand was injured again.

There were bleeding blisters all over it, and it hurt so much that she wailed silently. She simply wrapped the cloth around it and did the final finishing touches.

It was half past nine. If she didn’t deliver it soon, the old man would go to sleep. After a day, her sincerity would be halved.

Her exclusive stove heated a bowl of red koji Dongpo meat. She took the meat, slung her cane behind her back, and walked toward the small courtyard of the green-headed old man.

Perhaps out of consideration for the Valley of Medicine Masters, the green-headed old man was assigned a separate courtyard on the west side of the kitchen. When she was preparing the banquet, she had taken note of it.

Knocked on the door, waited, and prayed the green-headed old man didn’t go to bed so early.

Heaven took pity on her. The door opened, and the green-headed old man stood at the door with a lantern in his hand. He stared at her with a cold expression, or was he expressing his dissatisfaction at being disturbed from a good dream?

A pure and harmless smile appeared on Bai Caoshi’s face, and her eyes curved into crescents. “Uncle Lu, let me in. I’ll bring you some red koji Dongpo meat.”

Dongpo meat was already famous for its bright red color, rich mellow juice, and wine fragrance. Bai Caoshi colored the meat with red koji, and compared to ordinary Dongpo meat, it was more colorful and fragrant.

The green-headed old man did not move. “Girl, I see that you know some medicinal cuisine. You should understand the principle of not eating from time to time.”

This was the ancient health law followed by the Chinese people. They had to eat according to the time and season. The ancient people were particular about abstaining from food. They did not eat in the afternoon. It was also another form of “don’t eat from time to time.”

However, Bai Caoshi was not discouraged. She continued to smile radiantly, “Uncle Lu, when you’re satisfied with your life, you have to be happy. Don’t waste the meat. As a person, isn’t it just for entertainment? Besides, I was able to obtain the satisfaction of the noble today because of your herbs. No matter what, I have to be grateful and express my gratitude.”

The green-headed man said nothing. He was examining the reason for her visit.

Bai Caoshi continued, “When I was cooking, I saw that you had been sized up this Dongpo meat, so I specially left a bowl for you. If you really don’t want to eat it, I’d rather grow fat myself.”

The Green-Headed old man snatched the plate of Dongpo meat and carried it into the courtyard. He said arrogantly, “Let me tell you, my surname is Hua, not Lu.”

He squatted down on the steps and grabbed it with his hand to eat. The rejection just now disappeared without a trace.

Bai Caoshi sat down next to him and sized him up happily. “It’s good that your surname is Hua. You sound like a divine doctor.”