Chapter 8: Ying Zheng: My life is not miserable

Wei Shengxue walked around the bamboo slip manufacturing area for a few times, recorded several pieces on the photo stone, and then stopped with satisfaction.

What, you say this is too casual?

Oh, isn’t this the same attitude you have when you go to watch endangered animals? At least she recorded the manufacturing process!

This is not an archaeological document from the mother planet, so you have to be extremely careful. It is just a tool that can be replicated infinitely once you know the production method.

After taking the video as a souvenir, or rather recording it, Weishengxue left the courtyard.

Working outdoors under the scorching sun, the clothes on their backs were soaked with sweat over and over again. With so many people gathered together, you can imagine the smell.

After achieving the goal, the taste was unbearable.

As I stepped out of the courtyard, a warm breeze blew towards me, taking away the lingering smell of sweat. The summer breeze that was originally unpleasant seemed particularly lovely.

The sun above was still dazzling, so Wei Shengxue took out an umbrella from the system and held it over his head.

This is a lotus leaf umbrella, which was originally a back decoration of a set of clothes in the clothing mall, but it can be used normally in reality.

"Is your system a direct copy of some immortal cultivation game?"

Most of the costumes are fancy and have all kinds of decorations, especially the back decorations, which are floating directly on the back without even a hanging rope, giving the game a unique sense of bug.

The system would refute at first, but after hearing it many times, it pretended not to hear it, and the speed of real-time chatting with good friends did not slow down for a moment.

As we all know, the umbrellas in the game are quite exaggerated. The main one may not be useful but it will definitely look good.

This lotus leaf umbrella is similar.

The umbrella imitates the appearance of lotus leaves. For the sake of beauty, lotus pods and lotus flowers are extended and wrapped around the handle. The edge of the umbrella is hung with gem beads. Dewdrops are rippling on the umbrella surface, and a frog is squatting on it. It does not look like a proper umbrella.

Gently turn the umbrella handle, and a faint lotus fragrance with a cool feeling fills the air.

This is why Weishengxue chose it. Although it is fancy, it has its own cooling and fresh air function. The range is two meters around the body, which can be called a small air conditioner + air washer.

Zhao Gao was not too far away. He was wearing a neat official uniform and wrapped up tightly. He was already sweating profusely under the scorching sun. After the lotus leaf umbrella appeared, he felt the coolness more clearly.

It appears out of nowhere and can change the temperature.

This is an immortal.

Even the objects you pick up at random are so magical.

Compared with her, the alchemists in the palace were like fireflies to the bright moon.

Even his bragging lacks imagination.

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Several palace maids carried the food out of the courtyard. The person guarding outside the door frowned as he looked at the almost untouched dishes.

"Did the Immortal say anything he wanted to eat?"

Several people looked at each other in silence. These days, the immortal had hardly expressed his food preferences, and all the food was served out in the same way it was served.

"Every time the immortal takes a bite, he puts down his chopsticks, probably because it doesn't suit his taste."

She knew this without even having to say it, but how many dishes had been changed? The imperial chefs in the kitchen were using all their skills, their mouths blistered with anxiety.

"Go, go, tell the imperial chef to continue improving the recipe and make sure to make food that even immortals would eat." Zhao Gao was so worried that his face wrinkled into a ball and he sighed several times.

In the small courtyard.

Wei Shengxue frowned and watched the palace maid take the food away, then stuffed a fasting pill into his mouth with a bitter face.

It tastes terrible. It really tastes terrible.

Why is every dish so bad?

Bitter and astringent.

Even the simplest boiled vegetables had a strange bitter taste.

"I'd rather rot in the mountains."

[I suggest the host to find out the reason, maybe you should go to the kitchen]

This is a pretty obvious hint.

Wei Shengxue understood.

'You mean they mistreat me on purpose!'

System: ...numb.

There's no saving it, just bury it.

The system didn't say anything, and Weishengxue just stood up and went to the kitchen.

She was angry and aggrieved.

If you don't want to receive her, just say it directly. It's too petty to drive her away in such a secret way.

At this time, she had completely forgotten that there was nothing delicious at the previous banquet, which was of a high standard.

As soon as Wei Shengxue reached the door, the guards and palace maids who were waiting outside immediately bowed and saluted. Zhao Gao, who was about to report the situation to the emperor, also stopped in his tracks.

"Greetings, Immortal Master. I, Zhao Gao, am willing to serve you."

Wei Shengxue looked at Zhao Gao, "It's you."

Zhao Gao = the one who leads the way.

"Take me to the kitchen."

"Yes." Zhao Gao bowed and winked at the palace maid beside him as he stood up.

——The immortal master came to the kitchen and asked them to get ready.

As soon as the two men left, the clever servants immediately took a shortcut to the kitchen, and some went in another direction, which was where the main hall of the palace was.

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Not to mention the chaos in the kitchen when they received the news, they only had time to put the processed ingredients in order and clean up the grease stains and dirt on the table and stove. Then they heard a long cry of "The immortal has arrived--" from outside the door.

The head cook led everyone out to welcome the emperor, his legs shaking as they almost became as soft as noodles.

"Greetings, Immortal."

Everyone knelt down.

Although the Qin people don’t need to kneel down and worship in daily life, this is a true god!

We must kneel down and worship the statues of gods in the temple, so how can we not kneel down when we are facing a real god?

Wei Shengxue was quite unaccustomed to the custom of kneeling here, but she didn't say anything. She just put on a cold face and nodded, "Stand up."

"I came to watch you cook."

——See if you dare to deliberately cook those inedible dishes in front of me!

System: ...Do you have a goldfish brain?

Maybe talent has to be exchanged for defects in other areas.

Wei Shengxue didn't know the system was secretly complaining about her. Seeing the chefs standing still, she couldn't help but urge them, "Hurry up and go."

When the kitchen steward heard this, it was as if he had received a death warrant. Only two words were circling in his mind:

Finished! Damn!

The immortal was indeed dissatisfied with the kitchen. And rightly so, they hadn't been able to make any food that suited his taste for several days. Even ordinary wealthy families would have kicked the guests out, let alone an immortal who was so noble and unparalleled.

He was frightened by his own imagination, but he did not dare to delay and personally took up his knife to prepare meals for the immortal.

"What would the Immortal like to eat?"

Weishengxue saw layers of cold sweat on his forehead, and coupled with his pale face and trembling voice, he did not look like a healthy person.

"Um...if you're sick, let's get someone else to do the work." She felt guilty for letting a sick person do the work.

Sick. Replacement.

Every word hits the point he cares about most.

There would be no sick palace maids in the palace, and he had worked hard to climb to this position.

"No! I can!" The kitchen manager immediately stood up and said firmly, "I have been immersed in cooking for decades and have rich experience. No one here is better than me!"

Wei Shengxue was confused by his overly excited attitude, but since he said it was okay, he just continued.

"Just a bowl of clear soup noodles, with a fried egg."

The kitchen manager moved his lips but didn't dare ask what "frying" meant.

While he was making noodles, Wei Shengxue looked around and scanned the kitchen.

Then she discovered—

There's no iron pot here?!

How can they cook without iron pans?

Although she can't cook, she has seen many food bloggers and found that the most common cooking methods such as frying, deep-frying, stir-frying, and roasting all require iron pans.

When she raised this question, the response she received was,

"Iron can also be used as cooking utensils?"

Weishengxue: Ah?

Chefs: Huh?

The two sides looked at each other in confusion, and both saw disbelief on each other's faces.

Zhao Gao, upon seeing this, said directly, "What the immortal said must be something commonly used in our homeland. Although the Qin Empire may not be as good as it, we can still make these small items." He then ordered, "Have the blacksmith make a few iron pots so that the immortal master can use them to cook his meals tomorrow."

The immortal had finally revealed a little bit of interest, so how could he refute it? He glanced disapprovingly at the foolish chefs, who were so blind.

I have never even heard of an iron pot, so naturally I haven't heard of the corresponding cooking methods.

No wonder the meals during this period have been mostly stews, steamed dishes, and grilled dishes, with a few sashimi, pickles, and the like added at most.

He owns the world, but he doesn't care about his appetite at all.

Fellow Daoist Ying Zheng is truly a god.

Wei Shengxue was filled with awe.

She couldn't do it anyway.

Instead of getting stuck in a stalemate, she waved her hand to signal everyone to continue working. Today she must find out why the food was so bad!

What is that bitter taste that every dish has?

The steamed buns don't have that smell, so it shouldn't be the water's fault.

Wei Shengxue was distracted and focused on the chef's smooth process.

When the bowl of noodles was placed in front of her, the aroma wafted to her nose, arousing her appetite, but she didn't even pick up the chopsticks.

"You didn't add salt," she reminded him.

She never took her eyes off the dish, making sure and certain that the chef had not added any salt.

Of course the chef denied it. With so many people watching, how could he have missed such an important seasoning?

Wei Shengxue looked around, trying to discern the emotions conveyed by them.

strangeness.

"Show me your salt."

When two strong men came over with a vat of water, she was completely stunned.

Isn't it about salt?

This is salt.

Wei Shengxue:???

"The salt here is in liquid form?" she murmured. "The world is so vast and full of wonders."

"This is salt water." The kitchen steward stood up tremblingly under the gaze of the Minister of the Imperial Chariots, Heshan, to prevent the immortal from misunderstanding him. "It can dilute the bitterness of salt."

He then signaled his men to bring out the salt and held it before Wei Shengxue: "This is refined salt. It is only produced in Old Qi. It is the best refined salt in the world."

Wei Shengxue looked at the pale yellow salt block in front of her, which looked like a translucent stone, and remained silent...

"Tong'er, the salt here is quite special, haha."

She laughed awkwardly in her heart and immediately remembered what the kitchen manager had just said - to dilute the bitter taste.

Key point: bitter.

The case was solved. The unpleasant smell that all the dishes had was salt.

She can be picky about food, but can she live without salt?

cannot.

Wei Shengxue didn't give up and asked someone to prepare a bowl of light salt water and took a small sip.

The familiar bitter taste, because of the pure brine, makes the light fishy and spicy taste masked by other seasonings stand out.

Wei Shengxue's face turned pale and blue. Her upbringing prevented her from spitting it out. After she forced herself to swallow it, her face looked extremely ugly.

Fortunately, there was Zhao Gao, who was an expert in serving people. He had prepared honey water early on. After drinking a cup, the taste in my mouth was finally diluted.

"It's so miserable, Fellow Daoist Ying Zheng is so miserable. He's simply torturing himself with his life."

Ying Zheng, who had rushed over after receiving the news, stopped as soon as he heard these words at the door.

#Penance#

#miserable#

#abuse#

Ever since I met this confused immortal, the labels on him have gone astray.

Ying Zheng couldn't help but reflect for a moment: "Li Si, is my life really so miserable?"

Li Si: ...

——Why am I the one who suffers in the end because of what the immortal said?