Chapter 1100 The Stubborn Donkey Loses Its Temper
Song Chunxue wondered, what other tasks do the people on this mountain have?
"By the way, Uncle-Master, I heard that several of our senior uncles will be coming in a few days. Every year during the Dragon Boat Festival, everyone comes to the mountain to celebrate with Master, and Master needs to prepare gifts for them. You haven't met any of our senior uncles yet, what do you plan to give them?"
This is a real problem. After a moment's thought, Song Chunxue said, "The only thing I can offer seems to be that box of weapons, one for each person?"
Tu Dan'er squatted in front of the stove and nodded emphatically, "That's right, that's right, it's a good idea, not too light and not too heavy, just right."
They both felt that their senior brothers had seen all sorts of good things and would definitely like such a gift.
"Oh, right, Master also said that in a few days, he might take you to see the world and have us look after the house." Tu Dan'er said with some regret, raising his hand to light the firewood. "It's said to be the kind of world that involves going up to the sky and down to the earth, but we're not qualified yet."
Song Chunxue didn't take it to heart. She took out the dried potato starch from her storage ring and soaked it in warm water.
There were two cabbages on the cutting board in the kitchen, both of them almost wilted.
Song Chunxue took out another jar of pickled meat. Tu Dan'er immediately stood up, lifted the lid of the jar made of wheat straw, and stretched out his finger to try to scoop out the lean meat that was sticking out from the middle of the lard.
Song Chunxue slapped the back of his hand. "Use chopsticks."
"Hehe, my hands aren't dirty."
Despite saying that, Tudan'er obediently picked up a pair of chopsticks and scooped out two pieces of old-fashioned pickled pork that was stir-fried until it was dry and the oil and peppercorns were just right. The taste was exactly the same as when it was first put into the jar during the New Year.
"That's the taste. I remember many old women like you would give me fried noodles when they saw how pitiful I was. The meat in them tasted just like this." Tu Dan'er chewed with relish and even licked the oil off his fingers.
"Wash the vegetables for me."
"Okay." Tu Dan'er picked up the cabbage, quickly pulled off the dry outer leaves, broke off a few leaves, and washed them in the spring water outside.
This mountain is truly a blessed place. The kitchen is right next to a mountain spring, and there's a pond and a bathhouse behind it.
Song Chunxue was very quick. She thought she had soaked too much rice powder, as the dry powder would break if broken directly. She soaked it all, enough for ten people.
Unexpectedly, after she cooked two dishes, the others came following the aroma.
They even complained that Song Chunxue's aroma was tempting them, and then went outside to fetch firewood and wash cabbage.
To Song Chunxue's surprise, her master, the Moon-Companion Immortal, took out a jar of pickled radish cubes. "These will make it even more fragrant when stir-fried. I also have a jar of hot and sour sauce from Sichuan. I love hot and sour flavors. Who wants some?"
Before he could finish speaking, Master Han took the jar of chili sauce from his hand and placed it directly on the cutting board.
"Look at how stingy you are, senior brother. Are you afraid we'll eat it all or what?" With that, Master Han opened the lid and handed it to Song Chunxue. "I also love spicy food. Have more, along with that pickled radish."
As he spoke, Master Han took out a jar of pickled bamboo shoots and placed it on the table.
"I thought this thing was useless. It was given to us by an old man decades ago to thank him for saving my life. You can use it for us from now on. We'll talk about it after we finish eating." Master Han casually watched Song Chunxue swing the large ladle with his hands on his hips. "If you think it's delicious, I'll go ask their descendants for the secret recipe."
Song Chunxue's arms were a little sore. "I've cooked so many dishes by myself, shouldn't my martial uncle help me out?"
Master Han waved to Changyun, who was tending the fire, and said, "I'm good at tending the fire, but I'm not as good as you at cooking. If I were better at cooking, you would be the one to have this pot of vegetables."
When the Moon-Accompanying Immortal saw someone squatting by the door or on the steps, happily munching on rice noodles with chopsticks, he couldn't help but swallow.
The reason he has eaten less grains in recent years is that he always feels they are not fragrant enough.
But just as her junior brother said, her apprentice didn't know many dishes, but the ones she could cook were very flavorful and cooked to perfection, making people's mouths water just by smelling them.
If you were to ask her to remain a cook, I wonder what kind of compensation would be needed for her to agree.
"Junior brother, I arrived first, why did I cook for you first?" Immortal Banyue squeezed through and stood by the stove. "I also have some pickled venison here, would you like some?"
Song Chunxue looked at him in surprise, "Master, you dare to eat venison so easily? Aren't you afraid it will be too hot?"
"What's there to be afraid of? I'm old, I'm immune to fire and water," the Moon-Accompanying Immortal urged. "Will this dish go well with wine?"
“Of course,” Song Chunxue rubbed her lower back, “You guys go wait outside, you’re crowding me. From now on, I’ll cook two plates at a time, no picking and choosing.”
Xie Zheng and Zhang Chengxuan exchanged a smile, thinking that they had thought they would be unable to enjoy the taste of earthly life after coming to this fairyland, but they did not expect that even their master could not escape the taste of farm-style dishes.
They were enjoying their tea when they smelled this aroma and suddenly realized that something was missing from their tea and snacks.
I don't know if it's because my junior's cooking skills have improved, or because I haven't had his stir-fries lately, but today this dish tastes especially tempting.
What's the point of giving up your appetite? Even if a god came, he would still want to smell the food, let alone them who are just mortals.
Since their master has taken the lead in eating, what are they afraid of?
Half an hour later, it was already past 9 AM. Song Chunxue finally finished frying the noodles, and sat on the steps with a plate of noodles, eating them heartily.
"Mmm~" As expected of the marinade that my master and uncles were reluctant to use, the stir-fried noodles are absolutely amazing.
The cook from the vegetarian restaurant arrived and saw a group of people scattered on the steps outside the kitchen, all sitting on the ground eating without any decorum. He wondered if he was seeing things.
Moreover, it's just a plate of stir-fried vermicelli and pork, but it looks so delicious.
The young disciple was still holding a steamed bun, and even wiped the oil off the plate, making the plate as white as if it had been washed.
Is it really that delicious?
Song Chunxue noticed that they also wanted to eat. "There are noodles soaking in the bowl. Do you know how to stir-fry potato noodles? If you don't know how, I can teach you."
The cook smiled and said, "I know how, I know how, but I don't have lard. This tastes best when it's cooked with lard."
"There's a big bowl on the stove, help yourself. If you need more, I'll get you some more."
Upon hearing this, Master Han and Immortal Banyue simultaneously reached out, and the three jars of sauce on the cutting board disappeared, returning to their storage rings.
They're just so possessive of their food.
Although it was easy to get it back then, if you want another one, you'll have to owe someone a favor.
They thought that next time they could let Song Chunxue keep the food to stir-fry noodles or rice noodles, or maybe try stir-frying guagua (a type of fried dough) for an even better taste.
We've finally found someone with good cooking skills on the mountain, so we can't be polite.
Once my disciples become Daoist partners, I'll probably become stingy and won't cook for them anymore.
Sitting next to Song Chunxue, Xie Zheng's cheeks were bulging. "Ah Xue's cooking is so delicious. Can you teach me how to cook so we can cook together next time?"
Song Chunxue's eyes lit up. "Great! Have you remembered anything?"
At that moment, someone carrying a sword came quickly up the stone steps below.
"Your Majesty, a large number of suspicious people have appeared near the mountain. The elders of Kongtong Mountain are waiting in the main hall, wanting to discuss countermeasures with Your Majesty."
"Furthermore, a wild horse has bolted out of the stable; no one can approach it. Please provide instructions, Your Majesty."
P.S.: I was going to say yesterday that I would continue to update twice a day as usual, but I was afraid I would be wrong today. I dare to say it now, and if nothing unexpected happens, I will continue to update twice a day as usual.
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