I'm a Druid at a farmhouse.

Chapter 62 The Grief and Indignation of the Duck

The moment [Wild Sense of Smell] was activated, the world was completely reconstructed in Song You's perception.

[Wild Sense of Smell (Beginner)]: Your sense of smell has been greatly enhanced, enabling you to distinguish more and more complex odor information in the air, and to roughly judge the emotions and state of living beings through their scents.

Countless mixed olfactory information, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly rushed into his brain.

The acrid smell of car exhaust, the sweet fragrance of gardenias in the community flowerbeds, the fruity scent of shampoo on Su Yunxi, and the professional smell of coffee and expensive perfume on Wen Qingyan.

And there's the strong, pungent odor emanating from the call duck at my feet, a mixture of anger and agitation.

The sheer volume of information made his temples throb.

He forced himself to concentrate, filtering out the irrelevant olfactory information and focusing only on the duck that was still flapping its wings.

"Don't move."

Song You's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strange, comforting power.

He slowly squatted down, not reaching out immediately, but first opening his palm and stopping in front of the duck.

The pet duck named "Wen Yaya" looked at him warily, making threatening quacking sounds from its flat beak.

Song You remained unmoved, but simply conveyed a gentle and peaceful thought through his palm.

This is the whisper of nature, and it's incredibly effective against these simple-minded animals.

Sure enough, Wen Yaya's quacking weakened. It tilted its head, its small, beady eyes showing a hint of confusion. It tentatively stretched its neck and gently pecked Song You's palm with its flat beak.

It's not hot, and it doesn't hurt.

It feels quite comfortable.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Song You quickly reached out with his other hand, gently and steadily slipping it under the duck's armpit and scooping it up in his arms.

Wen Yaya struggled symbolically for a couple of moments, but under the constant sense of peace, she quickly gave up resisting and obediently nestled in Song You's arms, only letting out a few aggrieved murmurs.

"Senior, you can even coax ducks?" Su Yunxi exclaimed in amazement as she watched from the side.

Song You ignored her. He hugged the duck, closed his eyes, and began to interpret the emotional information coming from his "wild sense of smell" on a deeper level.

Anger, resentment, and a sense of despair that made life unbearable.

More specifically, it is an extreme aversion and resistance to a particular food.

Song You felt more confident.

He opened his eyes and began his performance.

He first pretended to flip open the duck's wings and look at them carefully, then pinched the duck's webbed feet, and finally pried open its flat beak and peeked inside.

"Hmm, I see." He murmured, adopting the air of an old veterinarian.

Wen Qingyan and Su Yunxi both looked at him nervously.

"Attorney Wen," Song You looked up, his expression serious, "I have a question for you. Do you feed it the same thing at the same time every day?"

Wen Qingyan paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, once in the morning and once in the evening, always in its own little food bowl."

"That's right." Song You had an expression that said, "I knew it."

At just the right moment, Wen Yaya in his arms let out a mournful cry.

"Gah!"

"That's the problem," Song You concluded definitively. "It's not sick; it simply thinks the food you're preparing for it is awful."

"Now, every time it's mealtime, it reflexively feels uncomfortable and restless all over."

"Disgusting?" Wen Qingyan's expression froze.

Su Yunxi's eyes widened as well. She looked at Song You, then at her cousin, and finally at the duck, feeling that her worldview had been slightly shaken.

Is your pet duck throwing a tantrum because it doesn't like the food?

This sounds so outrageous.

Song You's expression was also a bit strange. What kind of thing could make a duck that even eats earthworms so disgusted that it went insane?

"Cousin," Su Yunxi finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked directly, "What exactly did you feed Wen Yaya?"

An unnatural blush appeared on Wen Qingyan's cheeks.

Her eyes darted around, and she stammered, "It's...it's just some leafy greens and chopped carrots and stuff."

Ever since she casually ordered takeout at the law firm last time, she's felt that the food at home doesn't taste very good anymore.

In addition, she was too busy with work to even cook for herself, let alone prepare fresh food for her pets.

The refrigerator in my house is basically just for show.

"It's just some food that's been in the fridge for a while." Wen Qingyan's voice trailed off. "I tasted it, it's not spoiled, it's just... just a little wilted."

Song You roughly understood.

It's been sitting for a long time and it's wilted.

This vegetable loses a lot of moisture and nutrients, and tastes dry and shriveled. Let alone ducks, even his chickens, who are used to being nourished by the power of nature, probably wouldn't give it a second glance.

He returned Wen Yaya, who had completely calmed down, to Wen Qingyan.

"Change to some fresh leafy greens, or buy some special duck feed and mix in some dried small fish. In less than two days, I guarantee it will be more energetic than anyone else," Song You offered as the final solution.

Wen Qingyan took the duck, looked down at the docile pet in her arms, then looked up at Song You, her eyes filled with gratitude.

Just as the duck was handed over, Wen Qingyan caught a scent emanating from Song You.

A faint, fresh scent, like the smell of grass mixed with soil after rain.

This smell is very unique; just smelling it calms down the inexplicable irritability in my heart.

I am also very familiar with it.

Wen Qingyan's memory was instantly pulled back to that afternoon more than half a month ago when she was working overtime.

The young man, tall and straight, wearing a yellow delivery uniform, delivered a simple, pre-packaged meal.

At that time, she smelled that same scent on him.

She suddenly raised her head, and for the first time, her usually scrutinizing eyes truly and earnestly examined Song You before her.

His features, height, and calm, composed aura.

Everything matches up.

"Before," Wen Qingyan frowned slightly, a hint of uncertainty in her voice, "weren't you a food deliveryman? When did you open a farmhouse restaurant?"

Upon hearing this, Su Yunxi, who was standing next to him, was stunned.

takeout?

Senior?

How are these two words connected?

Song You was also surprised. He thought the other party had forgotten, but he was still recognized.

He rubbed his nose and smiled somewhat helplessly: "Attorney Wen has a good memory. Last time I was helping a friend out and temporarily filled in."

He briefly explained how Tian Wenwu had diarrhea and how he helped deliver the food upstairs.

After listening, Su Yunxi blinked her beautiful eyes, but her focus completely shifted elsewhere.

Her gaze swept back and forth between Wen Qingyan and Song You, her cold face revealing no emotion.

She suddenly spoke, her voice not loud, but it instantly silenced the air.

"So, you two only met once, yet you both remembered each other?"