CHAPTER 85: MUSHROOM VILLAGE 35

Third Aunt looked at the smile on Wan Qian’s face, and sweat suddenly trickled down her forehead. "M-Me eat?"

Third Aunt stared at the meat in her bowl but hesitated to sit down.

Wan Qian was very enthusiastic and looked at Third Uncle, "Yes, you sit down too, let’s eat together."

Wan Qian scooped another spoonful of meat into Third Uncle’s bowl.

Cold sweat immediately slid down Third Uncle’s forehead.

"T-this precious thing, wouldn’t it be improper for us to eat?" Third Uncle asked Wan Qian tremblingly.

"Yeah, yeah," Third Aunt echoed.

Wan Qian waved her hand generously, "It’s just a little rabbit meat, eating together is no big deal."

Third Uncle and Third Aunt are just simple folks—they’re reluctant to eat even this small amount of rabbit meat.

Wan Qian secretly thought, if in the future they work on a farm, and when serving food to the employees they’re stingy with portions—scooping a spoonful of food and shaking it three times...

Seeing Wan Qian’s cheerful smile—and the thoughtful gleam hidden beneath it—Third Uncle and Third Aunt exchanged a glance and both began to understand what she meant.

Seeing Wan Qian’s smiling face and the thoughtful look hidden beneath it, Third Uncle and Third Aunt exchanged glances, understanding her meaning.

No wonder she’s the owner of Dark Farm; even the servants of the Flesh-and-blood God are nothing more than "rabbit meat" to her.

Now that Wan Qian said this, she was probably waiting for them to show loyalty!

Eating this meat would bind their entire Mushroom Village completely to Dark Farm.

No wonder before, Wan Qian always avoided discussing recruitment details. It turned out she was waiting here—waiting for Mushroom Village to clearly show its willingness to align with Dark Farm before she would trust them.

Third Uncle thought of the worried expression the village chief had when sending him.

The Dog God of Mushroom Village recently went missing and never returned. Without the Dog God, Mushroom Village would slowly weaken and urgently needed a strong external ally.

Thinking this, Third Uncle plopped down on his seat, picked up the meat in his bowl, and took the first bite.

The fresh, tender meat of an unknown creature was chewed in his mouth, the sweet juices splashing and flowing down his throat. This was probably the most exquisite delicacy in the world.

At that moment, Third Uncle couldn’t even control his expression, his face twisted.

Wan Qian frowned slightly, a little worried, watching Third Uncle bare his teeth and his eyes bulge.

"What’s wrong? Not tasty?" she asked. It smelled delicious.

Tears welled up in Third Uncle’s eyes, almost falling.

"No, it’s too delicious!" That bite, they would be completely at odds with the Flesh-and-Blood God and bound to Dark Farm.

Third Uncle wondered: when did the Flesh-and-Blood God become enemies with Dark Farm? Was this really necessary?

Seeing Third Uncle’s tearful enjoyment, Wan Qian felt it was a bit exaggerated but still scooped two pieces of meat into her own bowl.

One bite, and Wan Qian’s eyes widened. Wow, it really was so good it made one want to cry!

Such delicious rabbit meat made all the fine food she’d eaten before seem insignificant.

Wan Qian looked at Third Aunt — such great cooking skills had to be brought to her own farm!

At the same time, Wan Qian thought to herself: unfortunately, they only found one rabbit this time. If she went to that forest more often, could she catch more? If so, she could raise them on her farm.

Smelling the aroma of the meat Wan Qian was eating from the pot, Fang Minglan also felt tempted. She picked up a spoonful for her bowl.

But as soon as her chopsticks touched the meat, a strange fear and sense of danger instantly seized her mind, and alarms rang loudly — she must not eat!

Fang Minglan’s hand trembled violently, and with a "clatter," the chopsticks fell to the floor.

At the sound, all eyes turned to her.

Fang Minglan’s face drained of color but she tried hard to stay calm. Sitting in place, she said shakily, "Sorry, I didn’t hold the chopsticks steady."

She bent down slowly to pick up the fallen chopsticks, taking her time. Her instinct warned her not to eat the meat in the bowl.

But why could Wan Qian eat it? Didn’t Wan Qian notice something wrong with the meat?

Fang Minglan couldn’t understand but chose to trust her instinct. She stared at the meat in the bowl but didn’t pick up her chopsticks.

"I just remembered I’m still dieting. Sigh, I’ve eaten too much today already. I won’t eat this piece."

Hao Shijun, Xie Jia, and Wang Hui also did not eat the meat from the pot. Almost the entire pot of meat went into Wan Qian’s stomach.

Since arriving in the village, these few finally had a full meal.

When the sky was pitch black, Third Uncle sent Wan Qian and the others back to their lodging.

That night was very quiet outside; nothing happened.

Wan Qian woke up in the middle of the night feeling a burning heat in her stomach, as if she had swallowed a piece of charcoal, now fiercely burning inside her.

This discomfort forcibly woke her from sleep.

She groaned softly in discomfort and reached out one hand to the bedside, trying to find her phone but couldn’t reach it.

A monster crouched on the ceiling beam was startled by Wan Qian’s voice.

Its head, with countless broken blood vessels, looked like a ragged mop, soft broken blood vessels hanging loosely, swinging with its movements.

The head instinctively bowed toward the sound, then suddenly, as if recalling something, quickly withdrew, curling into a ball, quietly resting on the beam.