Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

Surrounded by vegetation in the valley in the south, it is lush and verdant; it is like the kingdom of elves located here, evergreen.

In the morning, the mist is dense, and the fragrance of mud and grass nourishes the large fruit trees.

"Father." Lin Niao's singing was interspersed with a clear female voice.

Her blond curly hair fell behind her head, and her brows and eyes remained a little lazy and sleepy.

In the corner of the orchard, there is a figure of a person bent over to work.

"Come here, Andrea, thin branches with me." The man on the opposite side straightened up, and his pointed ears were hidden in the wide-brimmed hat.

Andrea rolled up her sleeves skillfully, picked up the scissors, and cut the fruit trees together.

From the corner of her eye was always the figure of her father, Jenkin.

Compared with other elves, he can be called "dark": light brown skin, and rough hands.As long as Andrea can remember, whenever he enters the orchard, his father's nose will always be covered with fine beads of sweat.

For ten years, or a hundred years, Jenkin has devoted himself to farmland and fruit forests, and the soil under his feet has witnessed his hard work.

"Father, how's the apple?"

Andrea had the same slender eyes as Jenkin's, and they met, and she saw a childlike complacency in her father's eyes.

"Very good." Jenkin's short sentence cheered Andrea up.

She knew that her father would not exaggerate on this kind of thing, and being able to say it so firmly showed that it was really effective.

Naturally, what Andrea asked was not the common fruit that usually abounds in autumn — but the grafting method she brought back from the Lost Island.

"We finally found a suitable material and entrusted someone to negotiate with the mermaids; finally, we got a fish skin from the deep sea, which can be used as a membrane to bind the interface. I will show you later, it looks beautiful..."

"Jenkin!" Several people came from a distance, the leader took off his hat and shouted to this one.

"Andrea is here too." The visitor bent his eyes and smiled.

"Uncle Walsh." Andrea nodded politely, and then she turned her head aside, busy with the matter at hand.

As if Walsh hadn’t seen him, he still had a smile on his face and talked to Jenkin: “I just heard you talking about apples, didn’t you? Didn’t I say, man, can your grafted apples be made? Look You've been messing around for five years!"

"Whimsical." A young elf accompanying him muttered.

Andrea's eyes fell on him, but instead he looked back with contempt.

Obviously, the murmur made everyone aware of it.Walsh did not help to make a rescue, but only smiled and looked at Jenkin, as if silently approving and mocking.

"Fangzi is indeed feasible, Walsh. I believe that with your ability, it is impossible not to discover it." Jenkin seemed not to care.

"Yes, buddy. But you have been trying for five years, how many crabapple saplings and apple branches were wasted during that time... Alas, the Mother God is kind, I hope He will not blame you."

Andrea crushed the dead leaves with one foot, her eyes were cold, and she walked to her father.

"Let's go."—she and Jenkin spoke at the same time.

But he didn't think about what to do next, and his father continued: "I'll take you to see it. You are right, Walsh. The Mother God is kind. He saw my hard work, so I can reap rewards today."

Andrea looked surprised, just like the others present.Immediately, she frowned.

Jenkin's experiments with grafting were known in large part because of his attitude of not allowing anyone but a few well-known growers into his little orchard.

Although the deep valley in the southern border is large, how many people have profound attainments?Walsh had always wanted to squeeze into this circle, and Jenkins thought he was sincere, and at the beginning, he did not refuse the other party's request.

"Too utilitarian will overwhelm the sprouts!" Jenkin once taught Andrea in this way.

Later, by unanimous decision, Walsh was denied access to the trial.

In the following five years, at some point, the matter of grafting became well known.Some fruit farmers who were obviously biased in the rumors, heard the rumors, and didn't know the situation felt that Jen Jin was going against nature and insulting the god of agriculture.

I also know that Walsh must have secretly got involved.Andrea despised such behavior very much, worried that her father would be disturbed by the rumors, so she never went out of the valley and stayed by her father's side.

Her worries don't stop there—only few people know that Walsh and his apprentices are also secretly trying to graft.

Unlike his father, Walsh tried every means to ask about the process and specific progress, trying to steal his father's achievements.

Obviously, everyone understands what kind of sensation the grafting will bring if it is successful.

Now, father is willing to take them to see Apple...

Jenkin saw the disapproval written on his daughter's face, and he took the back of his only clean hand and patted Andrea's arm.

Feeling comforted, Andrea recalled her father's determined expression before, and settled down.

She is capable enough to protect her father, and Walsh can't do anything in front of her.

Condensation slides down the leaves and leaps into the soil.

They soon came to a small farm, dotted with lush flowers and trees in autumn, and the garden was full of melons and fruits.

Because of Jenkin's outstanding accomplishments in planting, he was rewarded by the eighth generation king, and he had this farm of his own - the industry called it a small valley, with excellent soil, suitable temperature, and close to the water source.

Jenkin builds it up nicely.Over the past century, most of the new vegetables, fruits and flowers have been created here.It is a womb and a crib for cultivating new varieties, which makes countless people yearn for it.

Even Walsh's apprentices couldn't help but indulge in the scene of the farm, surrounded by the vitality of the garden.

In the nursery ahead, two people were discussing around a plant.Seeing a group of them approaching, the two elves were taken aback.

"Hey, Jenkin, how do you...?"

"It's okay, aren't we done anyway?" Jenkin put on his gloves with a smile.

The word "done" irritated Walsh, who flicked the thin, sparse mustache on his upper lip, and stared at Jenkin in astonishment.

An apprentice behind him reacted even more violently. The young man couldn't hold his breath, and blurted out: "Impossible! How could such a grafting method be successful?!"

The two masters in the farm showed displeasure. They did not have Jenkin's good temper. One of them immediately reprimanded: "Don't take your ignorance as the truth for granted! Your arrogance is unbearable in the face of nature and facts. one strike!"

"I don't want to seek proof and truth, but just crucify everything verbally... Huh! You brat, it would be more useful to water the flowers with your saliva."

The two masters turned around with hands clasped in anger, while the apprentices behind Walsh blushed.

"Okay, okay." Jen Jin supported his companion's shoulders, and was brushed off by the anger, but he didn't care, "I'm not angry, I'll treat you to a drink of white wine tonight." Then he pushed the masters into the nursery.

"Not following up?" Andrea reminded coldly.After all, without waiting for Walsh and the others to react, he stepped out his slender legs and followed Jenkin behind.

Walsh and his group arrived at the fruit forest almost on tiptoe, but when they were surrounded by four fruit trees, they were all too shocked to speak.

Bright red plump apples, like fine gems, are sandwiched between emerald green leaves.

Jenkin picked one off and held it in the palm of his hand.

The eyes of Walsh and the others were completely attracted by it—they had never seen such a plump and round apple, with a child-like round face, so cute and attractive.

Compared with previous apples, its volume can be described as larger.And the color is excellent, the golden fine lines seem to be woven by golden threads, smooth and smooth, hidden under the red peel.

Walsh moved his gaze to the tree stump. He confirmed that it was a crabapple, and then looked up. There were indeed signs of wound healing where the branches joined together.

All the good things turned into ruthless sword sticks at this moment, and greeted his back without stopping.It made him unable to straighten his waist, and even his head hurt so much that he wanted to hang down.

He knew that Jen Jin's ability was far superior to his, but it still made him jealous.He thought that the other party would definitely not succeed: because according to his observation, the difficulty of grafting is like crossing an entire desert.And Jenkin will definitely be submerged in the yellow sand all over the sky.

But in the face of the facts, Walsh found that the one who was really wrong from beginning to end was himself.

"Come and try it."

Jenkin washed the apple briefly, took the dagger handed by his daughter, sliced ​​it familiarly, and shared it with everyone.

He gave the biggest piece to Andrea, "Andrea, isn't it sweet?"

Andrea chewed carefully, she could hear the crisp sound of teeth piercing the flesh, and the feeling of juice splashing.

The juice is as sweet as honey, and the rich apple fruit aroma is so refreshing that the taste buds can't stop salivating.

"It's very delicious." Swallowing the pulp, she responded very seriously, and smiled at her father, still unable to hide her eyes of satisfaction and pride.

"Thanks to the recipe Holly gave you," Jenkin said.

During the five years, Andrea heard her father praise Hawley more than once, even though she explained that it was from Hawley's dream.

She still remembered that after her father listened to the explanation, Dang even sighed: "Then he must come from a wonderful country... Such wisdom and the strength of thousands of people can only be possessed by the God Realm."

Including the matter of bean sprouts, Jenkin has been praised several times.Today, Jen Jin is more skilled than Andrea in growing bean sprouts.

Walsh and the others couldn't stay any longer, and they left blushingly.

After the crowd dispersed, Andrea also harvested a few grafted orange roses cut by her father.

She gave the rose flowers to the princess——Mei Mi smiled like a flower when she received it.

Seeing her friend who kept fiddling with sniffing, Andrea felt a little helpless.

"Are you ready? We're leaving in three days."

Mei Mi turned her head quickly, like a kitten who has seen a fish, her round eyes are very bright.

She lifted her skirt and sat next to Andrea, holding Rose in her arms wherever she went.

"You know, I'm so excited these days that I can't sleep!" Mei Mi took Andrea's hand and said excitedly, "These days are the first time in my history that I have experienced so many surprises!"

She counted Andrea's fingers: "First you came back...Of course, this is my favorite surprise! Then there is the gift you brought back—'perfume lemon tea'."

"And then?" Andrea was infected by Mei Mi's emotions, and the corners of her lips could not help but rise.

"Then, it was the father who allowed me to go to the Lost Island with you!" Mei Mi smiled brightly, and her ending sound was like flower petals.

"You don't even know, I actually begged for it. Although my father knows Lord Donovan, as a princess, I can't go wherever I want like you.

"...Sorry, I can't tell you the details. In short, I will appear on behalf of my father, visit the Lost Island, and discuss important matters."

Andrea was very happy to be able to travel with her friends.She listened to Mei Mi chatting excitedly, and answered a few words from time to time.

Handed over the fruit plate, the apple flesh was exposed like a crescent moon.

A bamboo stick was pierced into the apple. Hawley habitually fed the first bite into Wilmer's mouth, and then inserted another one himself.

"Zhaka wants to see us?" He chewed an apple and looked at Wilmer suspiciously.

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Do you prefer crisp apples or sand apples?I'll come first, the crunchy sweetness is amazing!