Chapter 232 Notebook

"Did you cook this meal this morning?"

Zhang Moyu asked Zhang Ruitang.

"yes."

He didn't think there was anything wrong with the food he cooked. Zhang Ruitang didn't understand the purpose of his question and felt a little nervous.

Zhang Moyu was silent for a second, then asked again.

"Who did that last night?"

"Me too."

Not knowing what Zhang Moyu was trying to say, Zhang Ruitang became even more uneasy.

He thought...there was nothing wrong with the food he cooked.

They were all ordinary ingredients, cooked using ordinary methods. It was impossible that someone had put drugs in the food he cooked, right?

Several absurd thoughts flashed through Zhang Ruitang's mind.

"The food that this young man cooks is pretty good, what happened to Master Mo?"

Fatty Wang saw that the atmosphere was a bit stagnant and suddenly spoke in confusion.

"It's okay, let's eat."

Zhang Moyu looked at Zhang Ruitang with confusion and contemplation in his eyes, and finally decided to wait until after dinner and talk to him about the medicinal food in private.

It's not that he's picky about food, he just can't accept that his family has lost all the things they were once proud of in the long river of history.

It is obvious that those Zhang family members who are now staying in the Qinling clan territory are also from the "Rui" generation. Although their skills in making medicinal food are not very good, they are acceptable. Why can Zhang Ruitang only make a big stew?

Wait, it seems that all the medicinal foods in the clan land were prepared by him personally, and the little Qilins seem to have only made the few dishes he prepared. Other than that, most of the dishes on the table are strange and weird...

Zhang Moyu paused his eating chopsticks, as if he had discovered a blind spot.

Most of the ingredients for those weird, creative, unique and advanced dishes are leaves, roots and rhizomes of vegetables and herbs, as well as various insects.

Although he had never encountered food incompatibility, he had seen several dishes made with poisonous insects as raw materials, and the insects were not processed using the correct methods before being made into dishes. If it weren't for the fact that everyone present was immune to all poisons, they would have to send a group of people to the hospital.

In addition, no matter what kind of meat these Qilins serve, they only serve it in the form of clear stew. No matter what they roast, they always use the same few prepared seasonings over and over again.

Combining all these behaviors together, Zhang Moyu didn't pay attention to it before, but now when he thinks about it, he understands that it might be that those children simply don't know how to cook!

Thinking about how Zhang Qiling in the past couldn't even grill meat, and his only two most basic requirements for food were that it fills his stomach and doesn't kill him, Zhang Moyu looked at the half-remaining soup in his bowl, sighed softly, and suddenly felt that he had a long way to go.

Zhang Benan had told him some time ago that the life expectancy of the tribesmen is not as long as before, so they can no longer learn so many things, and there is no need to do so.

She planned to divide the things to be learned into compulsory and elective courses. Most of the current Zhang family members had received a period of clan education before the Zhang family split up. They only needed to choose a few elective courses and acquire a skill.

Zhang Moyu originally thought so too, but now it seems that those little guys have to take another course.

Perhaps the clan should take some time to organize a basic investigation. It is true that those with the "Rui" generation had attended the clan school and received family education, but it is not certain what this generation can do.

After dinner, everyone packed up and loaded the car with various supplies. Zhang Moyu and the others got in their cars and prepared to officially drive into the Tamuto Basin.

Zhang Ruitang watched them leave, then took out another small notebook with a white cover from his pocket and began to take notes.

On the twelfth day of the first lunar month in 2004, the elders of the clan were very dissatisfied with my cooking skills. The clan leader seemed to agree and said that I needed to learn cooking skills as soon as possible.

After finishing writing, Zhang Ruitang looked at the above items again, turned two pages forward, and put a check mark behind one of them.

The content of the one he ticked clearly read:

On October 9, 2003, Zhang Ruijin and Zhang Ruiming worked together to squeeze me out of the center of power. I needed to wait for an opportunity to contact higher-level personnel and find opportunities to show my loyalty and demonstrate my talents.

Closing his work notebook, Zhang Ruitang looked deep and distantly in the direction where Zhang Qiling and his convoy left.

Come back soon after finishing your work, little patriarch...

When you get back, remember to get me out of here!

Zhang Qiling and his team's convoy was very lively along the way, especially Hei Xiazi, who drove the car in an S-shape in the desert, sometimes stepping on the accelerator and galloping, and sometimes making a 360-degree turn.

He was indulging himself and was in a very happy mood, which made Fatty Wang and Wuxie very envious.

They drove forward for almost an hour, and at Nan Xihe's strong request, they stopped at a Gobi desert that looked quite nice.

As soon as the car stopped, Nan Xihe excitedly opened the trunk and took out his big package.

He brought four sets of Dunhuang Flying Apsaras costumes in different colors, and also borrowed musical instruments from his classmates in advance to use as props for filming.

Thanks to his wide circle of friends, he borrowed quite a few instruments this time, including pipa, qin, sheng, recorder, pan flute, xun...

Although he doesn't know how to play any of these instruments, it doesn't stop him from borrowing them as props for posing.

Everyone else was doing their own things to pass the time, waiting to appreciate art or watch fun. Only the helpful Wuxie and Fatty Wang came over and helped take out all the props.

During this process, Fatty Wang saw the revealing dress made of gauze with metal sequins, then looked at the heavy coat he was wearing. He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. He looked at Nan Xihe with an incomprehensible look as if she was a fool, and stepped forward to persuade her.

"Brother Nan, I know you want to take some commemorative photos. Let me show you the current weather and this Dunhuang-style tulle skirt. If you put it on, you'd freeze to death after taking a set of photos."

Fatty Wang felt that he was just a child at heart, and he would do whatever he wanted, regardless of whether it was unrealistic or not.

It will definitely take several days for them to return. Although they all brought cold medicine, they cannot go back to the hospital immediately if they have a fever. It will be difficult to treat the disease if they delay.

Nan Xihe felt that what Fatty Wang said was right, but he didn't want to listen!

He felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. There weren't many chances to shoot the Dunhuang Flying Apsaras in the Gobi Desert, and he would definitely not give up this chance!

Family members know their own business. Although he always appears cheerful, lively and cute, he is actually a homebody at heart. Specifically, he usually doesn't want to go out and only wants to play games, use his phone and chat with friends at home.

Of course, he didn’t want to go out, and it had nothing to do with him being directionally challenged!

The main reason for coming out this time was that he and the clan leader had a close friendship and felt that they had met too late. In short, they got along very well and didn't want to be separated for a moment.