Chapter 45: The Mysterious Gold Medal

This color, as Chen Xin understood it, was only used by the royal family in ancient times, regardless of which dynasty. Under the taboo of the royal family, even the officials and common people dared not step beyond their bounds.

At most, they would use goose yellow, let alone the presence of a dragon!

All this indicated that this gold medal was extraordinary, and it might even be a royal possession!

Moreover, as soon as Chen Xin saw this gold medal, she had a feeling of gloom hanging over her head.

“Chao Feng, where did you find this?” Chen Xin asked as she looked at it.

Seeing that her master was indeed interested, Chao Feng happily ran out of the courtyard and led the way.

“Xiao Yu’er, I’ll be back in a moment.” Patting his back, she said.

“Be careful,” Fang Ziyu worriedly instructed Chen Xin, looking up.

“Mm, don’t worry.”

After saying this, following the sound of Chao Feng, she chased after it and ended up at the foot of the mountain.

Approaching Chao Feng, she squatted down to observe the soil. As expected, there were traces of disturbed soil, shallow little holes, perhaps exposed to sunlight reflecting light, discovered by Chao Feng, or perhaps found accidentally by Chao Feng.

But how could there be something like this here? That was her main concern.

After searching around and finding no clues, no graves, so it wasn’t a burial item. Then she squatted down again to study it for a while and slowly discovered some clues.

Based on the angle and depth buried in the ground, it looked more like something lost by accident.

“Chao Feng, I didn’t expect you to have the ability to discern treasures. Let’s go.” However, this treasure was not an ordinary item, and her intuition told her it was a hot potato.

So as they passed by the vegetable garden, Chen Xin casually shot the gold medal deep into the ground under the vegetables, leaving no trace.

Since it was a hot potato, she would just discard it.

Moreover, she didn’t know what use this thing had, nor did she need it.

But little did she know, there was a higher power working.

When she returned to the courtyard, she saw Xiao Yu’er starting a fire, preparing to cook. Looking at the sky, it was probably around eleven o’clock, almost lunchtime.

“Xiao Yu’er, I’m back.”

“Xin?” Fang Ziyu turned his head and called.

“I’ll cook later, you’re not allowed to help, go back to the house and wait.” Afraid that Chen Xin would come to the kitchen, Fang Ziyu took the initiative to act cute and pulled Chen Xin’s sleeve. He also wanted to cook for his beloved, a feeling that was faint but real, yet addictive.

Looking into his eyes and seeing his determination, Chen Xin agreed, “Okay, do as you like. But be careful not to burn yourself.”

“I know.” Standing on tiptoe, he kissed Chen Xin’s cheek, then happily went to work.

As Chen Xin touched the place on her face where he had kissed, tenderness filled her eyes, and she slightly raised her red lips, stepping back into the house to prepare the menu and recipes.

She found pen and ink, spread out the slightly yellowed paper with a paperweight on it, and started writing. Like a flying dragon soaring, the strokes seemed plain at first glance but actually concealed sharpness.

Quickly finishing page after page and setting them aside to dry, when Fang Ziyu came in with the wooden tray, she also completed the last stroke.

Exhaling a sigh of relief, she put down the brush, quickly put away the paper, and smiled, “As soon as you came in, I smelled the fragrance of fried chives and eggs. I wonder if I’m right?”

This dish she had also made yesterday, a simple rural dish. Once, when she went into the mountains to search for herbs, she was invited to dinner by enthusiastic villagers.

Although the dishes were simple and unremarkable, they tasted no worse than those made by some famous chefs. She remembered that her favorite was this dish, and she ate nearly half of it herself, even surprising herself.

Since she usually handled her own meals, she generally didn’t like to eat outside food unless she was really hungry.

“Pfft.” Fang Ziyu laughed, “Xin’s nose is really keen.”

Setting down the wooden tray, the three dishes, a large bowl of rice, and two pairs of chopsticks were all arranged by Fang Ziyu. Then he helped Chen Xin tidy up the brush and inkstone.

Suddenly, Chen Xin remembered An Ji, “Oh right, Xiao Yu’er, I’ll serve a bowl of rice and dishes for An Ji first. There’s not much to eat in the village, and I don’t know if she’s hungry these days.”

Fang Ziyu also felt regretful when he heard this, “I forgot about it too. Then you should go quickly.”

Then Chen Xin took a medium-sized plate from the kitchen, filled it with half of tonight’s rice, and also divided each dish into half, piling them up like a small mountain. It was because Chen Xin also knew that the women here had big appetites, and An Ji was a martial artist, so this amount could only fill her up to about sixty or seventy percent.