"Young Master is back!" a male servant shouted.

Suddenly all the servants started to prepare lunch. A large table was placed in the hall. Fan Xian and the old lady sat opposite each other, with many dishes placed in the middle.

The feeling in the venue was a bit strange, because the servants who had nothing to do were staring at Fan Xian's chopsticks and did not go to the backyard to have dinner. A few younger girls were even secretly swallowing their saliva in secret, as if they were a little hungry.

This is an unwritten rule in the Earl's Mansion. Under Fan Xian's strong request, after the old lady's acquiesce, everyone had long been accustomed to it - Earl's Beppu. As long as Young Master Fan eats in the mansion, he must have tasted every dish and expressed satisfaction before others will allow him to eat it.

Although I don’t understand why the young master, who has always been cute and gentle, once, Dong'er, the eldest maid closest to Fan Xian tasted the saltiness before Fan Xian had eaten, and was driven out of the mansion with great viciousness by Fan Xian, everyone knew that this young master still had the shameless side of the powerful children after all.

Moreover, when Miss Dong'er left crying, the old lady of the count just watched coldly and did not say a word.

In the whole room, there was only Fan Xian's chewing sound and slight sound when drinking soup. All the servants quietly drooped their hands and waited aside. Just like all the wealthy families, the leftover food of the owner was always delivered to the place where the servants lived as a reward for the lower class - so Fan Xian didn't eat much of each dish, but just took a chopstick and put it into his mouth.

But he ate slowly and was very careful. His thin lips were pursed, looking like two clear lights opening and closing.

The old lady of the Earl's Mansion kept rubbing a statue in her hands, and she was praying slightly, but she didn't make any sound.

After a long time, Fan Xian finally tasted all the dishes and smiled sweetly, with a soft light in his eyes. He pointed to a plate of fried wormwood on the table and ordered the servants: "I like to eat this dish."

The servants and maids breathed a sigh of relief and quickly started to add food. Those who had no duty could finally go to the backyard for dinner, but another servant went to the kitchen and brought all the remaining fried bamboo poles to the hall and placed them in front of Fan Xian.

"Grandma, please have a meal."

Fan Xian stood up, saluted the old lady respectfully, then took the rice bowl with both hands and placed it politely in front of the old lady. He himself was holding a bowl of rice, constantly holding the fried bamboo wormwood on the plate, while chewing, a smile flashed in his eyes, but the smile seemed particularly strange on his beautiful face, as if he had finally found something that had been looking for for a long time.

But for some reason, the maids who were waiting on the side looked at the smile on the face of the twelve-year-old boy. Thinking of the heavy slap on the face of Butler Zhou in the morning, his heart became cold for no reason.

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"I'll take it back to my room to eat."

Fan Xian said to the maids beside him, then took the plate of fried bamboo wormwood and a bowl of white rice and walked to his bedroom in the side yard. At this time, the old lady had not finished her meal yet, so it was very rude for the younger generation to leave the table, but the old lady didn't say anything.

When he returned to the room, he took some vomiting powder and swallowed it directly. Then he put his finger into his throat and dug it hard. Finally, he spit out the remaining food in his belly. Then he did not dare to neglect it. He took out a few pills he had prepared from the drawer, swallowed it with clear water, and then used his true energy to spread throughout his body. He found that there seemed to be no problem, so he felt relieved.

He glanced at the fried bamboo wormwood on the plate, smiled bitterly, and then poured it into the toilet behind his bed - the dish was poisonous and was a "cat button" often used by the spies of the Supervision Bureau.

"Cat Button" is a citrus-like fruit that grows on the southern island. It grows beautifully and has a strange spicy aroma. The toxins are stored in the fruits of this fruit.

Because the cat button juice mixed into the meal will not easily change the color of the meal, and it will not smell abnormal, but will increase the aroma of the meal, so it is often used by the inspectors in the inspection office to carry out assassination for the purpose of covering up. After this poison enters the stomach, it will start to work around the night, causing people to twitch and die, especially like some kind of infection death, and it is difficult to find the real cause of death.

Fei Jie is the founder of the poison prepared by the Supervision Institute, and Fan Xian is Fei Jie's only apprentice, so when he took the first bite of fried wormwood, he immediately tasted it - the cat buttons had no taste, and the only flaw was that they would have a little bitterness. The poisoned assassin actually knew that the cat button's juice was mixed into the already bitter wormwood, which was really a very powerful figure.

Fan Xian didn't leave the detox right away just now because he was afraid that the old lady would be frightened. But at this moment he suddenly became a little scared and he was a little more courageous. If it weren't for the cat button he thought he was a little acute poison, he would have been dead at this time.

After Fei Jie warned him, he had been paying attention to his diet, afraid that the aunt in the Earl Sinan's mansion of Kyoto would attack him, so there was a strange scene when he was eating. He was afraid that the poison he had eaten did not poison him, but poisoned the servants in the mansion, so he required that all the dishes be served first, just like the eunuch who was specifically responsible for the trial of dishes in the palace.

Although Fan Xian believes that his life is more important than anyone else, he is unwilling to let innocent people die because of himself.

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Seeing the young master coming to a place like the kitchen, the servant quickly stood up, brought a bench for him to sit, and asked with a smile: "Young master, are you not full just now and want to eat something?"

Fan Xian smiled and said, "I like to eat fried bamboo artemisia."

The chef stood beside him and laughed, "Just master likes it."

"Well, it's quite fresh. When did you buy it?" Fan Xian nodded vigorously and asked carefully.

“I bought it in the morning, it’s naturally fresh.”

"By the way, have anyone from outside the mansion come to the kitchen today?"

"Old Ha who delivered the food is sick, and his nephew and son have been here."

"It's nothing, then I'll leave first." Fan Xian grabbed a piece of fumigated meat from the plate handed over by the chef and ate it. While chewing, he smiled shyly, "Don't tell grandma that I'm going to the kitchen to steal food."

Seeing the little boy leave the kitchen, the servants began to talk, saying that the count's private child is really good, without any bad habits of the powerful children, except... the rules for eating are really big.

In a narrow street in Danzhou Port, Fan Xian hooked his fingers on the back wall of a building. With his arm pressed, he crawled in like a spirit cat. This is Lao Ha's home for delivering vegetables.

There are only a dozen people in the Earl Beppu. In addition to changing a group of maids, they are all locals. After so many years, it is not very doubtful. Although Lao Ha Fan Xian has also seen the food delivery service, I heard that he was sick so well that he knew that there was something strange.
Chapter completed!