"Little girl, what are you standing there for? Take it back and eat it quickly. It won't taste good if it gets cold."
Zhao Jun looked at the old lady's enthusiastic eyes and silently retracted his hand. He thought it was probably impossible for her to eat these things.
"Auntie, can I cook for myself? I'll leave these delicious dishes for you." Zhao Jun smiled kindly, as she might not be used to the food.
"Ah, you want to make it yourself, isn't there something ready-made?"
"Can't you cook for yourself? My taste is a bit strange and I may not be able to eat these delicious foods."
"Okay, Chai Sang, let her cook if she wants. But I warn you not to waste it. The food is limited." A fat uncle sitting in the innermost part spoke up. Judging from his dress, he looked like a chef.
"Okay, okay, I will definitely not waste it. Thank you, uncle." Zhao Jun walked into the kitchen excitedly, but felt a little discouraged after looking around.
There is no chili pepper, peppercorn chicken essence, oyster sauce, soy sauce or cooking wine, just the simplest oil and salt. I don’t know what kind of oil it is. It is a dark yellow mass condensed together, not like lard. No wonder the food is not tasty, there is no seasoning.
Then she looked at the ingredients piled next to her: a pot of unknown vegetable leaves, a large piece of mutton, a small amount of chicken, and a bunch of things she didn't recognize at all.
When Zhao Jun saw the kitchen utensils on the stove, his eyes darkened even more.
She was not too unfamiliar with the kitchen utensils above, because they were very expensive in museums in later generations. It was a medium-sized bronze round tripod with a round mouth and square handles, and the depth was like a bottle.
Although it may be very expensive thousands of years later, this cannot deny the fact that it is not a pot. With such a shape, it cannot be used for cooking at all. It can only be used for stewing soup!
Even a skilled cook cannot cook without a pot. Even if Zhao Jun can cook, she can't do anything without a pot. It seems that she can only make do with one meal for now. She has to find someone to make a pot in the afternoon.
But I have to make lunch first.
Zhao Jun had noticed the flour in the jar early in the morning. Since it could only be used to make soup, he might as well make a bowl of noodle soup, which should be edible at least.
As she spoke, she moved quickly. The unpurified flour turned light yellow and was kneaded into a small dough, rolled into a thin pancake and finally cut into long noodles.
She squeezed some juice out of a plant that looked like onion and soon a bowl of simple noodles cooked in water was ready. Although it was not very fragrant, it was the only way to do it in such a harsh environment.
"Okay, I just made a bowl of noodles. There's still some in the pot for you to try."
Zhao Jun took the bowl and started eating in the kitchen.
"Oh, you girl really can cook. The noodles are well kneaded and taste good." Aunt Chaisang, who was sitting beside her, knew that she was a good cook by watching her knead the noodles. She scooped a bowl of noodle soup and tasted it, and it tasted very good.
"Haha, no, no." For Zhao Jun, who had eaten countless delicious foods, this bowl of noodles was indeed very ordinary, but for Chai Sang and the others, it was already very good.
"By the way, Auntie, I want to find someone to make me an iron pot for cooking. Who should I ask?"
"Blacksmith, I don't know about this, but do you know, Lao Ai?" The old lady shouted at the uncle at the top of her voice.
Zhao Jun silently turned his head to look at him.
"Go to the supplies department in the east and ask someone. They are responsible for breaking things." Zhao Jun nodded at the supplies department.
After lunch, she wandered back to her room to rest.
"Mirror?" she muttered.
"I'm here. What's wrong? I've been listening to you complaining all afternoon." The system's voice came, indicating that it was still there.
"You can hear everything I think, so I don't have any privacy at all."
"Not really. If there's anything you don't want me to hear, you can tell me in advance and I'll block it."
"Oh, that's not the case for now. By the way, can you help me connect again? I can't keep losing contact."
When Zhao Jun returned to the room, Qingliu was still not there, which made it convenient for her to contact him.
"Okay, I'll start the world connection now." After a while, the voice of the mirror came, telling her that the connection had been successful.
Zhao Jun spoke tentatively, hoping someone would reply this time.
"Hello, is anyone there? Don't worry, I'm a nice guy. I just want to make a deal with you."
"You, who are you?" Finally a voice came from the other end. It sounded like a little girl, and she spoke timidly.
"Hello, my name is Zhaojun. I'm not a bad person. Can you tell me your country and your name?"
Zhaojun, Zhaojun, almost the same, you always need a pseudonym to travel around the world.
It sounded like the girl opposite was very young and might be very timid, so Zhao Jun spoke as gently as possible so as not to scare her.
"Hello, my name is Sophia, and this is the Saint Palus Continent. Sister, are you the legendary devil?"
Sophilia, Saint Palus, sounds like a Western fantasy kingdom, but unfortunately she is not very familiar with this kind of kingdom.
"Sophia, of course I'm not a devil."
"Yeah, but the book says only the devil likes to make deals with humans."
"The devil only takes one-sidedly. The deal between you and me is fair. You give me something and I will give you something in return. This is an exchange. You can think of me as a merchant from a distant land."
"Okay, you don't sound like a demagogue. So what do you want to exchange? I'm just an ordinary commoner, not a noble. If you want to exchange something expensive, I'm afraid I can't do it."
"Of course not. I only exchange what you can get. But I don't know what you have there yet. Can you introduce it to me?"
Zhao Jun knew nothing about their continent and had no idea how their lives had developed, so naturally he couldn't think of anything to exchange for a while.
"Well, we live in Moon Shadow, a small country beneath the Saint Palus continent. It has the most beautiful flowers and the most diverse varieties on the entire continent. My mother runs a bakery, and the bread she makes is incredibly delicious. My father runs a grocery store, and they have a lot of strange and unique items. I have a brother who helps him run the store. In two days, the annual Hundred Flowers Festival will be here, and many people from other countries will come to visit. People from the royal palace will also come out, and there will be many wandering poets. I like them the most, and every time they come, they bring back wonderful travelogues."
Sophia seemed to have opened up her chatterbox, chattering non-stop about the Hundred Flowers Festival, her excitement evident in her words.
Bakery, grocery store, this is really a big gain, especially the grocery store, there must be what Zhao Jun needs there.
She has already decided what she wants this time.
This is like a pillow appearing when you are sleepy. She just said that there is nothing good to eat here, and now a bakery is sent to her.
"Sophia, I've already thought of what I want to exchange with you. Can you give me a baking oven and some yeast?"
She has no experience in making an oven, so she can just replace it and try to make it herself. As for yeast, yeast is of course indispensable for making bread.
Great, she will soon have soft and delicious bread to eat.
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