Chapter 6 unlocks a bowl of tomato and egg noodles.

Dark clouds gathered over Songhua County, accompanied by lightning and thunder, and torrential rain poured down.

Meanwhile, on Meishan Mountain, which is separated from Songhua County by a river, not a drop of rain fell.

Ning Huai'an stood on the mountaintop, gazing at the county town not far away, his brows furrowed.

"It's been raining for a whole day and night, hasn't it?" he asked.

The young man standing beside him nodded, “Yes, it’s a pity they didn’t come down to our mountain. But it doesn’t matter, we’re so close. The second-in-command told us to go to Songhua County to get water.”

He couldn't help but mutter, "If it rains like this for another two days, the Songhua River will have water, and we won't have to go all the way to Songhua County!"

Looking at his boss's still serious face, the young man couldn't help but ask, "Boss, what are you worried about? Isn't rain a good thing?"

Ning Huai'an nodded, "Rain is certainly a good thing, but..."

The rain just came too quickly and too suddenly.

and……

He looked down at the Songhua River; on one side, it was pouring rain, and on the other side, the sun was shining brightly.

It was as if a celestial being had set up a barrier.

It clearly demonstrates that it is extraordinary.

It's no wonder he overthinks things.

"Huai'an!"

The second-in-command strode over, saying, "So you've been here all this time. I've been looking for you for ages."

Ning Huai'an and the second-in-command exchanged a glance. "Second Uncle Fang, have you found out any news?"

The second-in-command's expression was complicated. "That's right. There are people in Songhua County who have returned from Yunhe County. They are spreading the word that this heavy rain is a blessing from the goddess."

Ning Huai'an's expression changed. "Goddess?"

The second-in-command nodded, "That goddess who gave out porridge."

Ning Huai'an's father was a bandit who led a group of brothers to occupy Meishan. A few years ago, his father passed away, and he took over his father's business, shouldering the responsibility of the life and death of the entire village.

After the world descended into chaos, many people from the surrounding areas fled to Meishan seeking refuge in order to survive. Ning Huai'an accepted them all.

With more people, there are more mouths to feed, and to make matters worse, there's a severe drought. Ning Huai'an is so worried he's losing his hair.

Ning Huai'an and the second-in-command had heard from the people of Songhua County about the goddess bestowing porridge in Yunhe County, but they didn't take it seriously.

Even if a family is benevolent and sends people to distribute porridge, how long can they continue to do so?

But now...

The second-in-command said, "What those people said is true. They were standing down there, and the 'goddess' was standing on the stage. With a casual wave of her hand, their bowls were filled with porridge!"

"Still hot porridge! And pickled mustard greens! Pickled mustard greens with oil and salt!"

The second-in-command looked incredulous. "They saw it rain with their own eyes. The 'goddess' said she asked the heavens for rain, and it immediately thundered and rained!"

"The 'goddess' also said that because the people of Yunhe County and the surrounding four counties believed in her, she specially bestowed three days and three nights of heavy rain as a reward for everyone."

Ning Huai'an: "..."

He asked, "Uncle Fang, do you believe it?"

The second-in-command neither shook his head nor nodded. "I sent people to inquire and see if this rain really covered five counties."

Ning Huai'an understood his meaning, "Let's wait for news."

The same thing happens elsewhere.

They are separated by a river, a mountain, and a stream, yet while their side is scorching hot, the other side is blessed with timely rain.

Countless people then took containers of water and rushed towards the heavy rain.

Then, people from both the county and other counties heard the legend of the "goddess" bestowing porridge and rain.

Some people believe it, some don't, but more and more people are drawn to Yunhe County.

At the same time, He Qinglan finally unlocked the new "breakfast"!

The system cheered: [Fantastic! Host, you've finally unlocked it successfully!]

He Qinglan: [Hehe.]

The task of preparing 10,000 bowls of plain porridge and pickled vegetables was completed long ago. It's just that she needs to unlock the second phase of the food menu one by one; otherwise, she would have already changed the people's diet.

But this unlocking...

He Qinglan: [Soy milk, is it just soybeans with sugar?]

System: [Yes, yes.]

He Qinglan: [Mushroom and pork buns, mushrooms, pork, and flour... uh, I don't have flour. Should I use rice or wheat? Both rice flour and wheat flour can be used to make buns.]

System: [Uh...]

He Qinglan: [Tomato and egg noodles, tomatoes, eggs, and...wheat. As for seasonings, oil, salt, soy sauce, and MSG—that's enough. Huh? Why not?!]

Seeing the host's face darken after several failures, the system cautiously suggested, "Why don't you try ordering a few more seasonings?"

Yes, although He Qinglan usually appears as a high and mighty, serene goddess, she spends a long time every day fiddling with the system to unlock dishes, muttering eight hundred times, "If you were a mobile game, I would have uninstalled you long ago!"

The system is also aggrieved. It doesn't require you to wash, chop, or cook the vegetables yourself, yet it can supply a huge quantity. Naturally, it has to make up for it elsewhere. After all, it's a system.

The sky was clear and blue that day.

The locals, who had washed themselves clean, and the outsiders who had just arrived in Yunhe County, stood neatly in the square, waiting for their goddess to appear.

He Qinglan walked briskly onto the stage.

Her face was expressionless, but the fluttering hem of her skirt suggested that she was in a fairly good mood.

She looked around at the crowd below the stage.

When she spoke, her voice was clear and melodious, like a stream flowing down a snow-capped mountain, resonating clearly in everyone's ears.

"From today onwards, you may try other foods."

Cheng Hui and the others standing by looked at each other in bewilderment.

I couldn't help but get excited.

"What the goddess means is..."

"Can she give us other food?"

"Oh My God!"

They stared intently at He Qinglan.

The goddess stretched out her right hand and gently brushed her fingers.

Every person queuing below the stage had a bowl of steaming, fragrant tomato and egg noodles magically appear in their empty bowl!

Everyone was shocked.

Soon, someone couldn't resist taking a sip of the soup.

Sweet and sour tomatoes, scrambled eggs, the aroma of wheat in noodles, plus oil, salt, and many other indescribable seasonings, all come together to create this rich and delicious noodle soup!

Cool!

beautiful!

The square was filled with the sounds of people slurping noodles.

Some people were moved to tears: How long has it been since I've eaten eggs? How long has it been since I've eaten fresh vegetables? How long... no, I haven't had such delicious soup since I was born!

As He Qinglan watched the people below the stage eagerly eating their noodles, it was as if she were hallucinating the day she first served porridge, when the people wolfed it down.

She told the system, "This is the devastating impact of modern seasonings."

Cheng Hui and the others were also amazed when they tasted the tomato and egg noodles newly bestowed by the goddess.

The chewy noodles, infused with the sweet and sour flavor of tomatoes and the tender, savory taste of eggs, paired with a delicious broth, make for an unforgettable experience!

Cheng Hui put down his bowl and let out a long, satisfying sigh.

"Master Cheng," a young woman said curiously, picking up a piece of tomato with her chopsticks, "you are very knowledgeable, what is this?"

Those nearby turned to look at the sound, exclaiming, "Oh right, what's this?"

"I've never eaten it before."

"I haven't seen it either."

Cheng Hui shook his head. "I have never seen it either."

"It must be a dish from the goddess's hometown?" someone suggested.

The others nodded in agreement, "That's right, that's definitely it."

The goddess's hometown, isn't that...?

As everyone thought about it, they became even more energetic.

“But it must have been very difficult for the goddess to get this bowl of noodles,” Mo Jingchun suddenly said.

Cheng Hui glanced at her and echoed, "I think so too. The goddess seems very happy today."

A young man scratched his head. "Huh? The goddess... is very happy today?" He couldn't tell. Wasn't the goddess as cold and aloof as usual?

The middle-aged man next to him slapped him on the shoulder, "Shut up."

Gu Lanying's eyes darted around. "I say, everyone, we are already extremely grateful to the goddess for giving us porridge. Now that she has given us noodles, we are truly grateful enough to die a thousand deaths to repay her kindness!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"So," Doctor Xu stroked his beard, "what should we do for the goddess?"

They built a new house for the goddess, made new furniture for her, and crafted new clothes for her.

Unfortunately, they were poor, and none of the several counties could offer them anything of value. They already felt they had failed the goddess.

Unexpectedly, the goddess's rewards were "upgraded," which made them feel uneasy about eating.

Cheng Hui pondered for a moment, then his expression turned solemn. "We must let more people bathe in the goddess's grace!"

Everyone turned to look at him.

Cheng Hui said, "The goddess saves all living beings, we cannot be so selfish, we must let more people eat the food bestowed by the goddess!"

But the goddess said, "No rush."

Cheng Hui asked, puzzled, "Don't you want more people to share in your blessings?"

He Qinglan said, "It's too chaotic. Even if you let them go out, they might not be able to bring anyone back alive."

Rebel armies, mobs, bandits, and armies from all sides.

Letting people out to "spread the word" at this time would be like throwing good money after bad.

Cheng Hui said, "But..."

He Qinglan's voice rose slightly, "Good wine needs no bush."

Cheng Hui: "..."

He Qinglan raised her hand and gently tapped her finger, and a table floated to Cheng Hui's front. She tapped her finger again, and soy milk, meat buns, vegetable buns, steamed buns, noodles, rice noodles... all landed on the table.

Cheng Hui couldn't take it all in.

He asked incoherently, "These...from now on...everyone...we..."

The old scholar took a deep breath, his voice trembling as he reorganized his thoughts, "From now on, you can bestow all of these upon us?"

There are so many kinds!

No wonder the goddess looked so happy today!

He Qinglan sat on the armchair that the carpenter had just brought over. "If you really don't know what to do, why don't you take a population count, gather the children together and teach them to read and write, and at the same time train your security guards?"

She said in a nonchalant tone, "The population of Yunhe County is increasing, and the food I provide is getting better and better, so..."

Cheng Hui met her quiet, deep eyes and was instantly jolted awake.

Yunhe County will attract those who covet it sooner or later!

Whether it's the goddess with divine power or the more than 20,000 people gathered in Yunhe County today!

Cheng Hui bowed respectfully to He Qinglan, then hurriedly left.

He Qinglan tilted her head, looked at the stars in the night sky through the wide-open window, and suddenly smiled: "After transmigrating, countless people launched wars to fight for me."

This is the first time I've played this card with the "femme fatale" persona, so I don't know how it feels.

I'm really looking forward to it.

A note from the author:

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1. In Guizhou, it's like this: one year in my hometown, a small county town, hail in the east of the town could dent cars, but in the west of the town, just a ten-minute drive away, not a drop of rain fell.

2. The figure of only over 20,000 people is cited for several reasons: first, Yunhe County and several surrounding counties are located in mountainous areas, resulting in slow news spread; second, due to natural disasters and man-made calamities, few have survived; and third, for reference: [According to the Jiajing edition of the *Ganzhou Prefecture Gazetteer*, in the 24th year of the Hongwu reign of the Ming Dynasty, Ganzhou Prefecture had the following populations: Ganxian County (the seat of the prefecture) had 104,678 people; Yudu County had 16,698 people; Xinfeng County (including parts of present-day Quannan and Dingnan counties) had 3,109 people; Xingguo County had 56,371 people; Huichang County had 3,078 people; Anyuan County (including present-day Xunwu County) had 1,445 people; Ningdu County had 157,306 people; Ruijin County had 5,722 people; Longnan County (including parts of present-day Quannan and Dingnan counties) had 1,246 people; and Shicheng County had 16,754 people.] I have set the population of underdeveloped areas at several thousand to tens of thousands.