The officers responded and split up to search again.
Of course, nothing was found.
The kitchen looked quite big, but there were quite a few of them, and they searched everywhere they could, but there was really nothing.
Damn it, the people at the post station are really lacking in virtue.
The more the officials thought about it, the more they felt that the people at the post station did it on purpose. They were so angry that they turned over pots and pans with great force.
Many thin and fragile ceramic bowls broke so easily.
Qu Yutang watched the officers searching in anger, and the corners of his mouth tightened more and more.
After a thorough search, the officers were so angry that they wanted to burn down the kitchen.
If it hadn't been cleaned up intentionally, they would have twisted the head off and kicked it like a ball.
Whose kitchen can be so clean?
"Sir, there's nothing." The officer felt very aggrieved, his voice choked with sobs.
They just want to have a full meal, why is it so difficult?
Qu Yutang's chest heaved with anger.
After looking around, his eyes fell on oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.
"Go, take down all the whole grain steamed buns and brown rice in the room."
The officers' eyes widened. "!!!?"
What are you doing with that stuff? I can't even swallow it.
If the whole grain steamed buns were freshly cooked and still hot, they wouldn't be so difficult to swallow.
But the coarse grain steamed buns given to them by the post station were harder than stones, and no one knew how long they had been there.
(Postman: Hehe, it’s been a long time indeed. It was made before King Qianhuang moved into Qianhuang City. In order to keep it for a long time, so... I’m giving it to you at a bargain price...)
"What are you standing there for!" Qu Yutang glared at the dumbfounded officers, "Why don't you hurry up and go."
".....Yes!" The officers looked at each other and sent two people to get the coarse grain buns.
There were about a hundred of these coarse grain steamed buns in the big bunk bed where the officials lived.
It was really hard for the people at the post station to take the trouble to collect such hard buns to entertain them.
After watching the official leave, Qu Yutang's eyes fell on the stove.
"Fill the pot with water and light the stove."
The officers were stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what Qu Yutang was trying to do.
This requires you to cook the whole grain buns until they are soft.
The officers pursed their lips and responded with their heads hung.
You can imagine that thing won’t taste very good, but it’s better than something that is too hard to chew.
By the time the two officers came down with a pile of coarse-grain steamed buns and brown rice porridge, the water in the pot was already half-heated.
"Put 20 in first."
Qu Yutang walked to the pot and looked at the piles of coarse grain steamed buns on the table, his eyes twitching.
If you put all of them in, it probably won’t boil, so try putting 20 in first.
When has he ever been to the kitchen? He can only go by feeling.
The officials had never cooked before, so they just did whatever Qu Yutang said.
As soon as Qu Yutang finished speaking, the officer threw 20 coarse grain buns into the pot.
As soon as the steamed buns were put into the pot, they sank to the bottom.
Gurgle gurgle~
The water in the pot boiled, but 20 whole grain steamed buns were still neatly sunk to the bottom of the pot, showing no sign of melting.
The seven or eight officers surrounding the stove turned their heads in unison to look at Qu Yutang.
What's the next step? Just take it out and eat it?
Qu Yutang pursed his lips and looked at the coarse grain steamed buns in the pot that were motionless, not knowing what to do for a moment.
"Pick one out and see if it's soft."
"Yes." The officers responded and quickly took out a steaming whole grain steamed bun.
"Crack!" The chopsticks poked the whole grain steamed bun, slipped and poked the plate, and the ceramic plate cracked.
The officers were stunned, looking at the shattered plate, their mouth corners twitching twice.
It would be a shame not to use such solid coarse grain steamed buns to guard the city gate.
If the enemy attacks with a steamed bun like this, one hit can kill a whole group of people.
Qu Yutang glanced at the official calmly, then looked at the coarse grain steamed buns that had softened a little.
"Put it in and cook it again."
"Pour...a bowl of brown rice porridge in."
Qu Yutang took a look at the salty brown rice porridge and didn't dare to pour two bowls into it.
The officers did whatever Qu Yutang said.
The salty brown rice porridge is poured into the pot and cooked with coarse grains, and the air seems to be filled with the fragrance of grains.
The smell is quite good.
The officers' eyes lit up and they stirred the pot a few times with a large iron spoon.
The aroma of brown rice seems to be a little stronger.
Qu Yutang smelled something delicious and felt relieved.
Unexpectedly, he has some talent in cooking.
"Add some lard to it."
Qu Yutang glanced at the oil can next to the stove.
If there is no meat to eat, you have to add some oil and water.
The officers nodded and poured half a can of lard into the pot.
After a while, the lard dissolved in the water, and the entire surface of the water was covered with greasy lard.
Gurgle gurgle~
After the water boiled, the aroma of lard filled the kitchen.
The sounds of the officers swallowing their saliva could be heard one after another.
It’s not that this pot of food is so delicious, but the aroma of the lard is really tempting.
After the water boiled, it was cooked for about a quarter of an hour. Qu Yutang heard everyone's stomachs rumbling and ordered the food to be taken out of the pot.
Seven or eight officials and Qu Yutang sat around the small dining table in the kitchen.
They lowered their eyes and looked at the greasy whole-grain steamed buns in the bowls in front of them, and suddenly found it difficult to eat.
Smelling good is one thing, but looking at it is really not that delicious.
Qu Yutang took a deep breath, picked up the bowl and blew on it twice, then took a sip of the oily water from the edge of the bowl.
“Hiss~~”
Qu Yutang gasped because of the burn and hurriedly put down the bowl in his hand.
The bowl didn't seem to be steaming anymore, but I didn't expect it to be so hot.
However, it tastes much better than the salty brown rice porridge I had before.
The taste is moderately salty and fragrant, and I can barely swallow it.
The officials saw that Qu Yutang had finished eating, so they hurriedly took a spoon to stir it, let it cool down, and then started to eat.
Maybe it was because they had been hungry for too long, or maybe it was because the food they made themselves was more delicious, or maybe the lard was fragrant enough, so the officials ate with a lot of slurping.
After they had eaten their fill, they directly filled the two pots in the kitchen with water and threw the remaining coarse grain buns into the two pots.
They were full, but there were still so many brothers who hadn't eaten.
The officials also poured the large jar of lard into two pots.
A can of lard as big as an adult's head was eaten up by the officials.
Qu Yutang couldn't eat anymore after two bowls because it was too greasy.
"Go back and rest early after eating."
Qu Yutang gave everyone some instructions and went back to his room, shaking his sleeves.
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