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Perhaps the Xiao Linmu she saw in her dreams was too different from the usual one. Xia Yi had not completely recovered from it until she woke up to make breakfast.

As he was cooking, Xiao Linmu's words "I missed you …" would occasionally flash in his mind.

"Little Xia Yi!"

Leng Qianjue's voice suddenly sounded.

Just as Xia Yi was in a trance, she was startled by the sudden voice, and her feet involuntarily took a step back.

"What are you thinking about? "He's so lost in thought?" Leng Qianjue asked.

It was definitely impossible for Xia Yi to tell Leng Qianjue that she was thinking about Xiao Linmu.

He pretended as if nothing had happened and asked: "How come Uncle Leng is free to come today?"

Leng Qianjue said: "This time, I'm not here for food, I have something to attend to."

"Oh?" Xia Yi looked up at Leng Qianjue.

Other than freeloading for food and learning culinary arts, Leng Qianjue never had anything else to do with her.

"I saw the young master's pigeon outside the window. I wanted to ask if you had already received the young master's letter." Leng Qianjue said.

Xia Yi was slightly surprised, "You said that the fat pigeon outside really belongs to Mu Lin?"

Xiao Linmu had lived in her house for more than two months, and let alone seeing Xiao Linmu raise a carrier pigeon, even a bug had not been raised by Xiao Linmu.

"Yeah, I was raised by someone else the whole time. I probably have to go back soon." Leng Qianjue said.

Although Xiao Linmu was currently hundreds of kilometers away, the connection between Leng Qianjue and him had not been broken.

However, the communication between them was not based on carrier pigeons.

This method was too simple, and the risk was too high.

Xiao Linmu established a special underground information organization, which was used to transmit information.

The carrier pigeon was merely raised on a whim by Xiao Linmu a few years back and was raised to play around.

No wonder the carrier pigeons were so fat.

"That's right, can Uncle Leng help me read the contents of the letter?" Xia Yi hurriedly said.

Yesterday, she had used a lot of methods to not be able to read the contents of the letter. If it was Xiao Linmu's letter, she believed that Leng Qianjue would definitely be able to understand it.

Leng Qianjue waved his hand: "It's a letter that young master has given you. How can I read it?"

If Xiao Linmu found out about this, it would inevitably lead to another bloody scene …

Xia Yi was helpless: "If I can understand, then I won't need Uncle Leng's help."

"…" Leng Qianjue sized Xia Yi up from head to toe, and then asked: "Are you illiterate?"

Xia Yi had grown up in the village, so it was not strange that she could not read.

Xia Yi's face was covered with an expression that was difficult to describe, and she only said: "You'll know once you take a look."

After receiving the letter, Leng Qianjue looked around left and right, but could not find anything, "This … Wasn't it just a piece of white paper? "Are you sure this is the piece of paper tied to the pigeon's leg?"

Xia Yi pointed to the yellow mark on the letter and said: "It's this one. Did you see this mark? After I got the letter, I tried to bake it to make it look like it was made by accident... "

"…"

"Think about it again. What encryption method do you usually use to send a message using a carrier pigeon?" Xia Yi asked Leng Qianjue.

Leng Qianjue shook his head blankly. "There's never been any encryption method, the carrier pigeon is too easily intercepted. Where would a carrier pigeon be able to send an important message …"

Xia Yi was silent...

As expected, television dramas are full of lies …

"So …" Mu Lin asked the carrier pigeon to bring a piece of white paper over? " Xia Yi asked Leng Qianjue in disbelief.

Leng Qianjue muttered to himself for a moment before finally nodding his head.

"Do you think he's full? Or are you just showing me that he has a carrier pigeon?" Xia Yi asked.

Regardless of the reason, it did not fit Xiao Linmu's personality.

Moreover, Xiao Linmu did not go to Xiang Nan to sightsee, but to cure the flood.

Xia Yi didn't know, but Leng Qianjue was extremely clear.

Where would there be the leisure to do these innutritious little tricks?

He muttered to himself in disbelief, "The place that young master is going is arduous. He must be lacking in food and clothes. How can he be so bored when he's full?"

Leng Qianjue controlled the volume well.

Xia Yi just so happened to be able to hear what he was saying clearly.

She frowned and thought for a moment before guessing, "Could it be that he wanted me to cook the pigeon for him by letting the pigeon fly here by itself?"

The pigeons were raised to such a plump size that they were very suitable for cooking …

"…"

Leng Qianjue froze in place, his eyelids blinking rapidly.

The thoughts of the chef were indeed very dangerous …

Xia Yi laughed: "Uncle Leng, I was joking with you, I think... I think I know what Mu Lin wants now. "

After sending the message, the pigeon specially sent Leng Qianjue over.

For a long time, besides food, Xia Yi had never been so concerned about anything else.

Combined with what Leng Qianjue said, the place that Xiao Linmu was going was extremely hard, and he definitely wanted to eat something less. He was also unwilling to say it out loud, which was why he gave Xia Yi such a riddle.

Xiao Linmu, who was far away from Xiang Nan, sneezed fiercely.

Xia Yi took out the dried bamboo shoots that she had dried previously and carefully wrapped them with a piece of paper.

He also prepared other things that were easy to store, such as dried pork and beef jerky that he made for Xia Yang and Xia Yue a few days ago.

Director Zero put them together in a cloth bag.

"Uncle Leng, bring these to Mu Lin." Xia Yi sealed the cloth bag and gave it to Leng Qianjue.

"All these bamboo shoots are for Young Master?"

Leng Qianjue weighed the cloth bag in his hand and it felt heavy.

He had spent a lot of effort to bring these bamboo shoots down from the mountain just so he could eat the bamboo shoots that Xia Yi had talked about.

Now that he had yet to eat the bamboo shoot dried meat, more than half of the bamboo shoot dried meat was gone.

Leng Qianjue felt like his heart was bleeding.

Xia Yi looked at Leng Qianjue's heartbroken expression and laughed: "Uncle Leng, when do you want to eat the Sun Sun Dried Fried Rice? Tell me in advance, I need to soak the Sun Dried Rice in advance."

"It would be better to choose from another day than a different day. I'll choose tomorrow then." Leng Qianjue said, "I will send someone to bring these things to Young Master."

"Alright." Xia Yi nodded.

Sautéed bamboo shoots and dried meat were not difficult dishes. They needed to be prepared in advance and soaked in bamboo shoots and dried meat.

When Leng Qianjue came tomorrow, she only needed to soak the bamboo shoot stem in the water at night.

Leng Qianjue left with the bulging bag.

Xia Yi then went to Curd Factory s to check on the condition of the decayed milk, and then headed to Taurus Village.

The small clay pot she had custom-made in Taurus Village had already been made.

However, two days ago, he still hadn't succeeded in obtaining the decayed milk, so it wasn't of much use to him. Thus, he didn't immediately go and get it.

Now that the curd had been made, it was time for her to bring the pot back.