noffsinger Chapter 11 My godfather is so senile he's eating radishes! Raising a cat!
Chapter 11 My godfather is so senile he's eating radishes! Raising a cat!
Spiritual energy often exists between heaven and earth, as well as in rare medicinal herbs.
The latter absorbs the essence of heaven and earth, sun and moon, and is a rare treasure in the world, known as a spiritual object.
Chen Fan had spent decades in the palace and had only ever heard of medicinal herbs like century-old ginseng and he shou wu, which were believed to possess spiritual energy.
But he never expected that the large white radish he grew in the backyard of the Imperial Stables would also have spiritual energy.
This must be related to the golden bowl.
Chen Fan, who knew the situation perfectly well, was secretly surprised.
From the moment he planted this large white radish, he irrigated it with spiritual water every day.
Over time, these radishes grew at an astonishing rate, bearing fruit in less than half a month.
Chen Fan thought that it was under the irrigation of this spiritual water that the white radish became a spiritual object.
With a smile playing on his lips, he stroked his smooth chin, picked up the radish, and turned to go back into the house.
After washing the large white radish clean with water, Chen Fan used the knife he had brought to cut it into three large pieces.
Once the white radish flesh is cut open, a fresh aroma wafts out, and it's incredibly juicy.
After smelling the aroma, Chen Fan couldn't help but swallow hard, then picked up a piece of white radish and started munching on it.
With one bite, the radish is crisp and refreshing, and its flesh is sweet.
That feeling was even more fragrant and delicious than the braised pork and venison that Chen Fan had eaten yesterday.
After eating a piece of radish, he clearly felt a slight increase in the spiritual energy in his dantian.
Although it can't compare to the spiritual power gained through cultivation, the spiritual power that can be obtained by eating is better than nothing.
Realizing how rare the white radish was, Chen Fan smiled and began to wolf it down.
Squeak...
"Godfather...dinner's ready...Godfather, why are you eating a big radish? It's all your son's fault...I'm late today..."
Just then, Xiaodengzi brought lunch into the house.
His nose stung with tears after seeing his godfather devour a large radish!
"We...we're just hungry..." Knowing he had misunderstood, Chen Fan didn't explain, but could only nod with narrowed eyes.
"Godfather, what's so good about this radish? Give it to your son..." The little boy placed his lunch on the table and said.
"This is venison and some side dishes, you can have this..."
"Keep it..." Chen Fan pressed down on the large white radish, smiling with narrowed eyes:
"It's alright to change things up once in a while..."
"Alright, Godfather, just call me when you're hungry," Little Stool said with concern.
"My son is gone..."
Watching his departing figure.
Chen Fan shook his head inwardly.
He glanced at the venison on the table, a hint of disgust in his eyes.
After the person left, he continued to devour the radish.
But outside the door.
After leaving the house, a tear rolled down Xiaodengzi's cheek.
I thought to myself, my godfather is getting old, and his eyesight is failing and he's starting to get confused!
He actually ate the white radish, the kind of food fed to horses.
Xiao Dengzi thought that his godfather probably didn't have many days left, and he didn't know if he could hold on until after the New Year.
Thinking of all this, he wiped away his tears and left...
……
Before we knew it, it was late at night.
Chen Fan was awakened by a cat's meow.
With his eyes half-closed, he was meditating cross-legged on the bed.
In its perception, a tabby cat seemed to have come to the backyard garden.
Without making a sound, Chen Fan stretched and then got dressed and went outside.
When he arrived at the backyard garden, he immediately saw a cat digging a hole with its paws, picking up radishes.
Besides eunuchs, palace maids, concubines, emperors, princes, and princesses, the most numerous creatures in the Imperial City Palace are these cats.
They were kept in the deep palace for only one purpose: to catch mice that steal food.
Chen Fan used to own a tabby cat, but unfortunately it died of old age after more than ten years.
He never raised them again after that.
Now, encountering a tabby cat that had wandered into the Imperial Stables, Chen Fan felt a warmth in his heart.
Perhaps he was getting old and lonely, or perhaps this cat looked a bit like the one he used to have.
He has surprisingly developed the idea of getting a cat again.
"come over…"
Meow…
After hesitating for a moment, Chen Fan squatted down and waved.
The cats in the palace were not wild cats; they were all very docile.
Chen Fan believed that this tabby cat, which dared to come to the Imperial Stables to dig up radishes, possessed a certain intelligence.
At his beckoning, the cat indeed came over with its cat-like gait.
It wasn't scared when it was discovered stealing radishes; instead, it rubbed against Chen Fan.
"Want some? Come on over!"
Chen Fan stood up with a smile on his face, which was covered in wrinkles.
Meow…
The tabby cat, which seemed to understand human speech, followed him back into the house.
Chen Fan still had some leftover radishes from earlier in the day, so he casually tossed them over.
Meow…
The tabby cat was startled by the smell of radish, then meowed and started munching on it.
This was the first time Chen Fan had ever seen a cat eat a radish.
He stared at it like it was something rare, as if he were looking at something unusual.
After the tabby cat finished eating the radish, he threw the uneaten venison from the table over to it.
Meow…
The tabby cat sniffed it, as if it were somewhat disgusted.
But it was still a carnivore, and in the end it lowered its head to chew, making tearing sounds.
Chen Fan, who was enjoying the spectacle, smiled slightly.
As midnight approached, he sat down and began to meditate by the window where he could see the moon.
Day after day, he never stopped practicing.
Although he had recently reached a bottleneck in his cultivation, Chen Fan did not feel frustrated. Instead, he chose to cultivate slowly and wait for the flowers to bloom.
……
It was almost 3:45 AM.
After Chen Fan slightly opened his eyes, he felt something foreign in his arms.
Looking down, he saw the tabby cat sleeping in his arms.
Meow…
After Chen Fan woke up, the cat was also startled awake.
After stretching, it jumped to the ground.
"So you're coming with us now? That's good..."
Chen Fan smiled, his eyes narrowed.
He glanced at the tabby cat, then went out to feed the horses as usual.
Squeak...
As soon as the door was pushed open, a gust of cold wind rushed in.
Outside the gate, the palace walls and eaves, and the corridor floor were covered with a layer of white snow.
It snowed again last night!
Feeling no cold at all, Chen Fan wrapped his clothes tighter and walked towards the horse pen through the snow.
Taking one step at a time, he soon spotted the three spirited chestnut horses.
With a smile on his face, Chen Fan walked to the front and back of the horse pen and habitually patted their heads.
Then, in front of the three chestnut horses, he grabbed a handful of withered leaves and put them in his pocket, saying:
"Eat up...we're leaving!"
The three chestnut horses looked at each other in bewilderment.
Seeing the old eunuch in front of them who was withholding their food, they could only lower their heads and eat grass.
After feeding the horse, Chen Fan went to the kitchen to light a fire and warm water.
Last night, it snowed heavily, and Xiaodengzi curled up like a dog in the woodpile.
Chen Fan, who walks without making a sound, glanced at the fire and then added firewood to start it.
The little stool only woke up after the room warmed up.
"Godfather...you're here...why don't you stay inside and rest? It's so cold. Leave this to Xiaodengzi."
Upon hearing this...
Chen Fan shook his head slightly.
For over sixty years, he has maintained this regular daily routine, which has long since become a habit.
If he can't get up at 3:45 a.m. one day, he's probably kicked the bucket!
"It's become a habit... I can't not come and check it out."