Chapter 931 The Familiar Scent

Song Chunxue looked up.

Master Zhang quickly stood aside, fearing that the fire at the city gate would affect innocent bystanders, and also worried that he would block her from displaying her martial arts skills.

"What do you mean 'old lady'? My martial aunt is young, beautiful, and skillful. How can she be called an 'old lady'? Look carefully with your blind eyes and stop yelling nonsense."

"Stand there and don't move! This is our rest area, not a noodle stall, we don't sell noodles. If you want noodles, go home and have your aunt make them for you. Stop acting like a madman here."

Tu Dan'er reacted the fastest, putting his hands on his hips and yelling back at the top of his lungs.

Song Chunxue smiled, thinking that she hadn't spoiled this child for nothing.

She took the rolling pin and walked up to Tudan'er, placing a pat on his shoulder with a sense of relief.

“Good nephew, it’s rare for you to defend me like this. But in front of children your age, aren’t I just your aunt?” She turned to the people who had stopped and were at a loss, and said loudly, “We don’t sell noodles, please go back.”

"This is my master, Master Song, not the cook. Please look carefully next time," Changyun shouted angrily.

"My master's noodles are priceless, please leave," Changfeng said irritably. "Next time, remember to call me 'Big Sister'."

However, not only did they not leave, but more and more people came towards them, drawn by the aroma.

When sesame oil is heated in a pot, it's no exaggeration to say that its aroma can travel for miles. Not to mention, using this oil to scald scallions doubles the fragrance.

Master Han belatedly realized that he liked Song Chunxue's stewed chicken with potatoes, not only because of her good cooking skills, but also because the sesame oil had a particularly fragrant aroma, making the meat dishes even more delicious.

He rarely cared so much about what dishes were served before, since he could always find better food at better restaurants.

But he couldn't get this dish in the capital, since there were only so many places that served sesame oil.

Moreover, the oil extracted from sesame seeds elsewhere is not as fragrant as that from the barren land of Zhuanglang County.

However, he also had his eye on tea seed oil, which is better for anti-aging and moisturizing the skin.

Seeing that the group of tactless people was gathering in increasing numbers, Master Han simply raised his hand and cast a spell to prevent others from seeing tomorrow or getting close to them.

"Master, the water is boiling." Changfeng lifted the lid, feeling like he could eat a whole bowl in one go, and swallow the whole bowl whole.

"Okay, let's start cooking." Song Chunxue walked to the square table, picked up the neatly cut long noodles with both hands, and put them into the pot little by little.

Changfeng gently stirred the noodles in the pot, waiting for the hot water to coat them so they wouldn't break before daring to use more force.

Changyun squatted down below adding firewood, feeling that he could eat at least three bowls of rice today.

Tu Dan rolled up his sleeves. "There are so many of us, this amount of flour is definitely not enough. I'll make some more flour. You guys eat first, and Uncle will cut it up later. I didn't cut it fine enough."

Master Zhang walked over and said, "I'll cut it, you guys eat first. Let's each knead a piece of dough, it'll be faster."

Tu Dan'er laughed and said, "Great, Master! It's been so long since I've had your kneaded dough."

Lord Zhao walked up to the table and realized he couldn't be of much help.

"How come you both know how to knead dough?" He looked at Tu Dan'er and Zhang Chengxuan, who had already kneaded the dough and started kneading it. "I'm not very hungry yet. You guys eat first, I'll try."

Song Chunxue laughed, "Senior Brother, here, you should eat your noodles first. You can try again next time. The sun is already high in the sky, you must be hungry."

Master Han sat down at the table, picked up his chopsticks and splashed cold water on him, "I'm old, I'll eat first. But Lord Zhao comes from the royal family and has never lifted a finger, so don't waste the flour. Try it slowly when you get home."

A group of people chuckled to themselves.

Alright, Lord Zhao watched as the master and apprentice kneaded the dough, and they seemed quite skilled.

He picked up his bowl of noodles and sat down on the bench. "Junior brother is so thoughtful; he even prepared a bench for me."

His storage ring also contained tables and chairs, but they were mainly for playing chess and drinking tea when he was out and about. There were only two eight-immortal chairs, not enough for so many people.

Han Dao pointed to the pickled cabbage and salted vegetables on the table, "She even brought food to eat with rice. We can take her with us when we go out to be her cook."

Song Chunxue placed two bowls of noodles in front of them. "Add more noodles. The disciples can only eat after you two have finished. Don't let them get soggy."

"Changfeng and Changyun, come and eat first. Let Wuji and Yebai help out. We can't just eat without doing anything."

Everyone laughed. There was plenty of noodles on the table, so Changfeng and Changyun sat down to eat.

"Slurp slurp~"

Changyun ate the most heartily.

At that moment, an old man with white hair walked up to them.

"Fellow Daoists, may I ask for a bowl of noodles?"

Master Han looked up, wondering who could get through the formation he had set up.

Upon meeting the old man's gaze, he quickly stood up.

"Junior Han Qingfeng greets Daoist Master." He raised his hand and pointed to the square table. "Daoist Master, please don't be so polite. It is our honor to invite you to eat noodles."

A group of people looked curiously at the old man with a youthful face and white hair. Changfeng and Changyun picked up their bowls, shoveled the rest of the noodles into their mouths, and stood up to make room for him.

Song Chunxue put the third batch of noodles into the water and asked in a low voice with curiosity, "Senior brother, do you know him? Is he Master Han's senior? Isn't he our ancestor?"

“That’s called the Ancestor.” Master Zhang put down the dough in his hand, walked up to the old man, cupped his hands and said, “Greetings, Ancestor.”

"Just a layabout, where did this patriarch come from?" The old man waved his hand and placed two jars of wine and two roast chickens on the table. "Use my wine and meat to exchange for your noodles."

"Junior brother, come and pay your respects to the senior," Lord Zhao beckoned to Song Chunxue.

Song Chunxue quickly put down her long chopsticks and said, "Junior Song Chunxue pays respects to the Ancestor."

"It's been many years since I've had noodles. Please try my cooking." The white-haired old man smiled kindly. "Thank you for your trouble."

"No, no, please eat as much as you like, there's more in the pot."

At that moment, a rumbling sound came from the mountains and forests, accompanied by the roar of some enormous creature.

"Don't worry about it. The little animals at home are happily playing with so many guests from the mountains. Don't be concerned."

What's the meaning?

Song Chunxue looked surprised and turned to look at Master Zhang, raising an eyebrow: Is this what she meant?

Master Zhang nodded, then sprinkled some millet flour on the kneaded dough with both hands, folded it again and again, and pointed, signaling Song Chunxue to come and cut it.

Song Chunxue couldn't help but lower her voice and sigh, "As expected, going out broadens one's horizons. Is he the owner of this place?"

"It should be. After all, the beasts here are no ordinary creatures; they can live for hundreds or even thousands of years. If it were just us, we certainly wouldn't have been able to meet someone like that. He came here because of the formation set up by Master Han."

Song Chunxue nodded, pressing the dough with one hand and holding the knife with the other, cutting it into thin, even pieces.

"Let's have a few bowls first, we're starving."

Master Zhang grabbed two handfuls of noodles, and inadvertently caught sight of a figure not far away, a smile playing on his lips.

"More people are coming, and we need to get another piece."

Song Chunxue was curious and turned to look.

Unexpectedly, it was a familiar face.

"Oh, it's you guys. No wonder I smelled so familiar. Looks like my nose is pretty sharp." Huo Xiang walked over with a smile, accompanied by his wife, though she didn't look too well.

"Can you sell me a bottle of your sesame oil? It smells so good. I'll cook for myself from now on, so I don't have to think about your cooking and upset my wife."