It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 150

Chunying and Zhou Li had never seen wild yam either, not to mention Fu Nulang, Baoqin and others. They grew up eating in the "canteen" of the governor's mansion, and the only meals they saw were ready-made ones.

Chunying brought back a bucket of water from the square well in the kitchen, and stood in the yard with Jiang Yan, watching Baoqin and Huanyan carefully clean the mud off the surface of the yam.

The yam in Jiang Yan's mouth was thin and twisted, much like a cut tree root. Chunying really couldn't imagine what it would taste like.

After seeing Baoqin and Huanyan again, Chunying's hands started to itch and turn red. She started to get scared: "Did you recognize the wrong person? This thing is poisonous. If you eat it, you will feel very anxious."

"It's not poisonous. You won't itch if you cook it and eat it." Jiang Yan rubbed his palms vigorously and said it firmly.

Before Chunying could relax, Jiang Yan quickly patched up his own words: "But some people may also be allergic to cooked yam. They will itch after eating it. In serious cases... well, they may have difficulty breathing and then die."

With two thuds, the yams that Baoqin and Huanyan were washing fell into the bucket, splashing a pool of yellow muddy water.

They had never heard of the disease of allergy before, but the serious consequence of dying after eating it went straight into their minds.

Such a dangerous thing must not be eaten. Baoqin looked around, trying to find something to cover her hands so that she could take out the yams in the bucket and basket and throw them away.

Jiang Yan quickly stopped him: "Don't throw it away, I just said it to scare people, no one is so unlucky."

Upon hearing the word "throw away", the resident behind Jiang Yan hurriedly opened the door and said earnestly: "Girls, are you going to throw away these yams? Give them all to me. I'm not afraid of whether I will die from the itch."

Jiang Yan understood immediately: "Aunt, you must know that this is edible, right?"

The aunt who had spoken out saw that others had jumped out to ask for it because of her anxiety. Her attitude, which had originally been about to throw it away, changed. She couldn't help but feel annoyed and could only deny it with a cold face: "I don't know."

"Auntie, don't lie to me~" Jiang Yan grabbed three unwashed yams and stuffed them into her pockets. "Here, I'll give you some of the yam you asked for."

Baoqin and the aunt curled their lips at the same time. The former was speechless at how quickly and generously Jiang Yan stuffed the food into their mouths, while the latter was slightly annoyed at Jiang Yan's "stinginess" for not even washing the food.

The aunt took another step closer and asked expectantly, "Where did you find these?"

Jiang Yan forced a big smile and just gave her a fake smile, while Chunying and the others buried their heads in their work without saying a word.

The aunt waited for a while but didn't get an answer, so she went back to the house feeling a little bored, but she was very happy the next moment. It was free, and the young man was really generous.

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Fuel had to be used sparingly. Jiang Yan, Bao Qin and Huan Yan, who had been patient until now, finally placed their hands over the fire to warm them. The itching that had been associated with the contact with the yam mucus gradually subsided.

Everyone crowded in Zhou Li's house waiting for dinner to start. The fragrance of boiled yam made everyone present salivate.

After waiting for a long time, the yam was finally ripe and each person was given a small piece. Everyone restrained themselves from swallowing it immediately, but instead tried a small amount to see if they had the allergic symptoms that Jiang Yan mentioned.

Jiang Yan hadn't eaten yam for five or six years. Now that she had it back, even while doing the allergy test with everyone, she still cherished it and sipped it between her lips.

Hmm... my lips are a little numb. If Jiang Yan hadn't been so focused, I would have almost missed it.

She looked at her right hand as she peeled the yam, wondering, after washing it with water and roasting it over fire, isn't the slime clean yet?

After waiting for a cup of tea, the yam that was originally hot had become warm. Everyone present was happy that nothing unusual happened to them and started to enjoy it.

Jiang Yan learned from the lesson and used her left hand to peel off the yam skin, then took a big bite... tears almost burst out of her eyes.

What bad luck! It felt slightly numb when she took a bite. It was her, only her, among the eight people, only Jiang Yan was allergic to yam! ! ! !