Moh Li really wanted to yell, "I'm not a farmer, I'm not a farmer," but as it stood, he indeed was a farmer, and he knew full well that if he asked his master, there would be no need to even think about it.
As long as it could be turned into food, he could deal with it in any way.
Even if it meant pulling up his herbs.
"Alright then, I'll give you a piece. What do you want to plant?" In the end, he had no choice but to compromise; that's just what happens when you're under someone's roof.
"Don't know yet, we'll see when the time comes. I'm going to cook now, do you want to help, or just eat then leave?"
Bai Zhi hadn't really thought it through; it was just something he said off the cuff. After all, since he didn't spend much time here, it wasn't necessary. Unlike herbs, you didn't have to wait several years to harvest.
Roasted Chicken was on the menu, along with sour cabbage fish, braised spare ribs, marinated duck, and even the chicken gizzards were marinated.
