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The Herbal Scents of Farm Life

Suddenly finding herself in a rural setting, Lin Caisang became the village's renowned 'Star of Wealth and Honor'. Surrounded by unique relatives, they treated her as if she were a rare panda—held preciously in their palms for fear she would fall and gently kept in their mouths lest she dissolved. Meet the exceptional relatives: The Powerhouse Father, who declared, "You want Sangsang to get married? You'll have to get past me first." The Stingy Mother, questioning, "What does she need a husband for? She can have all the fine food and a carefree life with me!" The Sly Grandfather, suggesting, "Girls shouldn’t have to do the dirty, tiring work. Quick, call over your brother!" The Majestic Grandmother, fiercely proclaiming, "Who dares to bully Sangsang? Let them face a fight to the death with me!" The Protective Brother, assuring, "Little sister, all the good food is for you. I am not hungry!" Holding her flabby flesh, Lin Caisang wept without tears: "Let me go! I need to lose weight!" Meanwhile, the strikingly handsome, icy man next door not only protected and spoiled her in secret but also had a not-so-simple identity.....

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Chapter 1358: Bring the Person Over

"If they want to stall, then let them stall," Ya Enxi said, and beckoned Beidou to follow her to another side, where the two of them actually began to sip tea.

This truly dumbfounded Mother Ya and Ya Jinghong.

Weren't these two trying to extract their master's affairs from their mouths? Why had they stopped asking and instead started drinking tea to the side?

But soon, they understood why, as before long, their stomachs began to twist in agony.

Cold sweat dripped down their faces, soaking their clothes, while their facial expressions turned crimson from enduring the pain, now exacerbated by being poisoned.

That mix of green, red, and a touch of purple on their faces looked eerily terrifying.

"Ah!"

Ban Yilu was already rolling on the ground in pain, and Ya Jinghong was not faring any better.

Their faces and hands were veined with bulging arteries, exposed to the air as they writhed on the ground, struggling to free their bound hands and clutching at their bellies.