After traveling through time, she still led the villagers to make money as a county magistrate

Chapter 130 Cooking

"My master doesn't let me cook, saying that I smell like cooking fumes, which is unpleasant." The man arched his nose and muttered.

"I said I'll cook it, you just wait outside and eat." Xie Feixing said helplessly.

The man seemed to think for a moment, then nodded mechanically, "Okay! I'll go away. The master doesn't like the smell of cooking fumes."

"Just wait here." Xie Feixing pulled the man back to the yard and sat him down.

"Okay... okay... I'll wait. What I'm best at is waiting for people..."

Xie Feixing observed the surrounding houses alone, looking for the location of the kitchen. The yard was not big, so it was easy to find. After opening several doors in a row, Xie Feixing finally found the kitchen.

Xie Feixing pushed open a door and said, "It's been a long time since I used this..."

But at this time he was extremely hungry. No matter what, he had to eat a full meal to have the strength to fight. Xie Feixing looked for food, but the scene in front of him was not optimistic. It was too simple and did not look like a place with food at all.

Xie Feixing was worrying about what to do next. He was afraid that he would starve to death before finding Xiao Yunduo... or be played to death... Thinking of this, Xie Feixing couldn't help but shiver.

The voice at the door suddenly sounded, "What are you doing?"

Xie Feixing was startled and looked towards the door. For some reason, this man looked scary at first, but after seeing him so many times, he was not scary anymore. "Why did you suddenly appear and scare me, kid?" Xie Feixing patted his chest.

"Oh, that's not right! You can't see. How do you know I'm here?" Xie Feixing walked forward and waved his hand in front of the man.

"I can hear it."

"Oh. What's your name?" Xie Feixing put down his hand. Thinking that it was really impolite not to know this person's name after being here for so long, he opened his mouth and asked.

"Name?" The man scratched his head. "Darling..."

Xie Feixing stumbled when he heard these two words, "What did you say? You called me sweetheart?"

After a while, the man nodded solemnly, "That's what the master calls me."

"Didn't you have a name before you came here?" Xie Feixing asked.

After another long while, the man did not respond. Xie Feixing realized that he might have touched this man's blind spot.

Looking at his empty eyes, I thought that it was true. He must have been treated inhumanely to have come to this point. It would be strange if he had any memory of the past.

Somewhat reluctantly, he said, "If you can't remember, then forget it. Where are all the food here?"

"There!" the man pointed in a direction.

Xie Feixing followed the direction he pointed, "Pot? He just looked there! There was nothing to eat." Oh! How could a blind man like him know the direction? It was better for him to look for it slowly by himself.

"There's the firewood, under the pot." The man continued.

Xie Feixing walked towards the stove, half-believing and half-doubting. He squatted down to look for firewood and found a bag of rice hidden underneath. Xie Feixing took out the bag of rice and flicked the dust off it. "You really know how to hide things!"

"That's not right! You don't even cook, so why are you hiding the rice?"

The man scratched his head and laughed, "I don't know either."

"Okay! It's good that you didn't know! Now I won't starve to death." Xie Feixing lit the firewood, washed the pot, poured the rice in, added water and covered the pot, "When will the master you mentioned come over?" Xie Feixing clapped his hands.

"He won't come." The man stretched out his nose and sniffed. It was the smell of firewood.

Xie Feixing put the firewood in his hand into the fire, and there was a crackling sound of burning firewood. The man continued.

"Every time a whistle blows outside, someone will take me out, and then I won't have to walk. I will be taken to a very fragrant place, and my master will be there..."

Xie Feixing seemed to have known this for a long time, and there was no surprise in his eyes. He knew that no respectable noble would choose to spend his leisure time in such a ghost place. This was just a place for captivity. The people held captive were these deaf and blind beauties.

But he couldn't understand why they chose this place. They could have concentrated some

He patted the ash on his hands and said, "Do you want to run away with me?" He said this so casually, as if he was asking whether he wanted to have dinner with him.

The man was stunned for a moment, then his face was filled with fear. He waved his hands in panic and said, "No, no, don't run away. You will be beaten to death."

Xie Feixing chuckled, "Is there any difference?"

"What?" The man's hands were shaking slightly.

Xie Feixing lifted the lid of the pot and sniffed the fragrant aroma of rice. The rice grains inside had partially burst, but were not yet fully cooked. Xie Feixing picked up the spatula and stirred the water and rice inside, saying as he stirred, "You can't leave here, waiting wholeheartedly for your so-called master, waiting to be fed. This is the fire you want."

"Life, the life I want, this is the life I want, with food to eat and drinks and people treating me well, how can it not be the life I want?" The man seemed to be answering Xie Feixing's words but also seemed to be talking to himself.

Xie Feixing shook his head helplessly. Seeing that the porridge was almost cooked, the next step was to use a low fire to slowly reduce the sauce. He took out the extra firewood in the jar. Half of the firewood had been burnt black, and the other half still looked like the original wood.

Xie Feixing slowly spoke, "It's not your fault that you fell into this quagmire. Giving up on yourself is the path you chose..."

"Look... this piece of wood... ah, I forgot you can't see." Xie Feixing held his forehead.

"..."

"Let me tell you something! I put this piece of wood in the fire and then took it out. Half of it is already burnt black. It should be useless."

Xie Feixing flipped the wood in the middle. "But the other half is still good. As long as we cut off the charred part, this wood can still be used for many things, right?"

The man was startled for a moment, "Is she still useful?"

But what use could he be? He was originally healthy and useless at home. He couldn't carry anything with his shoulders or hands. Now what use could he be in this state? He would only scare them if he went back...

The smell of rice brought the man back to his senses. Xie Feixing was already carrying a pot of porridge in front of him. "Make way, make way. I'll take the porridge out and we'll eat in the yard."

The man moved to the side. He didn't know why someone was so familiar with him. If he remembered correctly, they seemed to have just met today. This man was actually cooking here. How could he be so careless?

The two men sat facing each other with a pot of porridge in the middle. Xie Feixing brought two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks and placed them in front of them. The man greedily smelled the aroma of the rice just out of the pot.

"Haven't you ever eaten porridge before?" Xie Feixing looked at him strangely.

The man shook his head, then nodded.

"Have you eaten this before or not?" Xie Feixing said helplessly.