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When Lin Yuan told Liuzi she wanted to buy a ewe, despite the lump on his head from being hit by a clod of earth, Liuzi readily agreed to relay the message to Shopkeeper Liu.

It must be said that although Miss Lin has a bit of a temper, she was quite nice to him.

Even the Boss didn’t get a taste of the meat-filled buns, yet she gave three to him!

After preparing several meat buns for Lao Fan, Lin Yuan sat down on a stool and looked at the pile of clods before her.

Indeed, those clods were potatoes, simply small in size, some fresh, but others had turned green and sprouted.

Modern people all know that potatoes themselves are not toxic, but if they are improperly stored and sprout, the toxicity can be extremely potent!

It seemed likely that the old beggar had died of poisoning from eating sprouted green potatoes. But didn’t Doctor Lao Fan know about this? How could he still make a bet with the Young Master and send these to her?

Lin Yuan began to grumble about Lao Fan again, convinced that the old doctor intentionally brought those troublesome potatoes to her as a challenge!

Given the situation, potatoes would be the feast for lunch.

Since Lao Fan had brought beef, they’d stew beef for the meal.

Beef is no ordinary meat like pork—cattle are a farmer’s tools for work, and no one readily slaughters cattle for food, so the piece of beef Lao Fan brought along wasn’t very large, at most two pounds, but it was enough for one meal.

These potatoes needed to be properly dealt with first. Those that had turned green and sprouted had to be discarded, and any clinging dirt thoroughly washed off.

Unlike the potatoes she was accustomed to from five-star hotels, these potatoes were full of pits covered in mud, which had to be painstakingly removed with the tip of a knife to get them clean.

As Lin Yuan pared the potatoes, she muttered, "Damn those filthy mice, daring to eat my meat buns! You better not let me catch you. If you fall into my hands, I’ll flay you and pull your tendons, and roast you into mouse meat!"

The person absorbed in watching her handle the potatoes couldn’t help but shiver uncontrollably.

In the eastern room, having washed his hands, Lao Fan massaged Lin Jiaxin’s legs and then took out Silver Needle, preparing for the acupuncture treatment.

Beside them, Xiao Linshuang watched, her bright, sparkling eyes entranced.

Usually chatty, she would fall completely silent while watching Lao Fan at work, uttering not a single word.

At first, Lao Fan was somewhat wary, worried that the little scamp might bite his leg while he wasn’t looking.

But after a couple of interactions, he got to know her temperament—she really didn’t say a word, nor did she make any move to bite him, which was a huge relief.

Sterilizing the long Silver Needle over a candle, Lao Fan held the needle between three fingers, gently twirling it while inserting it into an acupoint on the leg. Despite his usually frivolous manner, he was very serious about treating his patients, even more focused than when eating.

Though he was well-versed in the acupoints, Lao Fan was meticulous, slowly inserting the needles one by one.

However, as he was about to insert the eighth Silver Needle, Xiao Linshuang, who had been quietly observing, suddenly exclaimed.

Startled by the sudden outcry, Lao Fan’s hand trembled, nearly stabbing himself in the palm.

He sighed in relief and then glanced sideways at her, "Wee lass, are your teeth itchy again? If you dare bite me, I’ll jab these needles on your face, so you won’t be able to open your mouth or speak all day! "

Xiao Linshuang rolled her eyes, inwardly scorning the old man as timid as a mouse, and retorted, "I think you’re the one who deserves a needle more than anyone!

If I hadn’t spoken up just now, you would have hit the wrong spot with that move!

You don’t even thank me, and you dare threaten me with a needle!

Humph, believe it or not, I could take my mother’s needle for sewing shoe soles and jab your thighs all over! "