Chapter 5: Ying Zheng: A man obsessed with elixirs, persistence pays off
"Fellow Daoist, I want to go to the kitchen to find some ingredients to make my favorite food." Wei Shengxue sighed, "In order to break through as soon as possible, I have been in seclusion for twenty years and have been eating fasting pills for twenty years. I really miss normal food."
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[Don't tell anyone everything! Why can't you keep your mouth shut? Be careful when you're out!]
The system is exhausted, taking care of a host is like taking care of a cub.
The other party still argued confidently: "In the world of immortal cultivation, the strong are respected. I am the strongest here. What can they do to me?"
[You... forget it, just do as you please.]
The system silently raised the host protection mode level.
After a few words between the two men, Ying Zheng had made all the arrangements.
"Fellow Daoist, can Zheng be a spectator?"
Wei Shengxue: "Of course, but I can only talk and not do anything, so I'll have to trouble your men."
When the group arrived at the kitchen, they had already received the news and were waiting outside the door to greet them.
After another round of greetings, Wei Shengxue couldn't wait to go to the kitchen, ordering as she walked: "Flour, water, yeast."
Having a deep understanding of the level of dark cuisine here, she no longer dares to make complicated food. She can never go wrong with steamed buns made with the simplest ingredients and the simplest method.
Even if the dough balls are not well fermented, they are still chewy and have a unique flavor.
At least it’s not bad!
Wei Shengxue was full of confidence. How could something as simple as steaming buns go wrong?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Fragrant and soft steamed buns, here I come!
Until the chef trembled and moved in front of her and asked:
"What are steamed buns?"
Wei Shengxue:???
chef:? ? ?
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Outrageous!
This is outrageous!
How come there are places that don’t even know what steamed buns are?
Isn’t this the world of cultivating immortals?
Or in the world of immortal cultivation where there are many ascetic monks, don’t they eat steamed buns?
Born in an interstellar age of abundant resources, Wei Shengxue's imagination of a hard life is to eat steamed buns, plain noodles, and rice with soy sauce every meal.
[Host, be mentally prepared]
"I've already prepared myself mentally, it's just that this place is beyond my imagination." Weisheng Xue replied with a sullen face, "They don't even know about steamed buns. Do they usually drink nutrient solution? That expensive and unpalatable stuff."
System: Is it possible that this place is too backward?
Of course, it didn't say this out loud, otherwise it would definitely provoke a fierce rebuttal from Wei Shengxue, who was full of beautiful fantasies about the world of immortal cultivation.
[This place used to be a big place, but it later declined. Now their life is what you see. The table just now was probably the highest standard.]
The system was not lying to her, it was telling the truth. It was just that this world had been unable to recover, and even the world consciousness had fallen asleep. If nothing unexpected happened, it would slowly transform into a technological world.
While the system was silent, Wei Shengxue had already directed people to find alternative materials.
She just saw pasta on the table. Since there was pasta, there must be kneaded dough.
"Mantou is food made by steaming wheat flour and water." She tried to describe it in the simplest and plainest language.
The chef said, "Master, are you talking about steamed buns?" He gestured to his servant to get a sample.
"It does look like it, but why does it have so many small bumps on its surface?" Wei Shengxue took a small steamed bun in her hand. It was covered with dense bumps, and it didn't have the smooth surface of a steamed bun at all.
The chef stood there at a loss. This was already the best steamed bun, made from wheat flour pounded nine times in a mortar and pestle. It was a luxury that only His Majesty the Emperor could enjoy.
But it looks so rough, and swallowing it might scratch my throat. Wei Shengxue frowned slightly, showing a hint of reluctance.
"Please show me the ingredients you use to make steamed buns, um, steamed cakes."
Ying Zheng looked at the immortal master who seemed to have gone to the wrong place and recognized the wrong person, and as expected, he saw her look of shock and disgust towards the wheat flour.
"Fellow Daoist, you are really...working hard." Weishengxue chose an adjective that was less hurtful.
I thought I had gotten a long-term meal ticket, but it turned out to be a bad one.
Disillusionment.
The life in this world of immortal cultivation is even worse than that of a homeless person in the interstellar space.
I never thought that in order to eat a bite of steamed bun, I had to start by making grain processing tools.
She is not wearing the world of immortality, but a poverty alleviation program QAQ
She tried hard to dig out the knowledge in her memory, thanking herself for being addicted to novels, thanking the author who was willing to do research, and thanking the good memory brought by practicing Taoism, which allowed her to remember how to make grain processors in ancient times.
"In my hometown, there are tools for grinding grain into fine powder. I'd like to ask someone to make some for me."
Weishengxue took out a small jade bottle and handed it to Ying Zheng, "This is Guyuan Pill, which has the effect of strengthening the body and replenishing the vital energy. Take this as rent for bothering you during this period." She glanced at him covertly again. He was so weak that he wouldn't even live to be sixty.
Pill?
Ying Zheng, the elixir fanatic, had his eyes light up.
He took the small jade bottle and put it away, saying, "Fellow Daoist, please give them your instructions."
Wei Shengxue did not refuse and agreed directly.
As for eating, she took a quick bite of the steamed bun. It hadn't been fermented at all, so it could only be described as steamed dough, made from whole grains.
This is really unfriendly to people who are used to eating refined grains.
"Give me a portion of sour dough, half the size of your fist." The fermented whole grain steamed buns are still edible.
There were always dishes in the kitchen serving the emperor, and naturally there was also expired and wasted food, and the sour dough was quickly found.
“Add it to the newly mixed dough and knead it with water filtered through wood ash.”
The chef asked how much to add.
Wei Shengxue gave him an 'you know' look. If she knew how to cook, would she need to chew on the fasting pills for so long?
However, in order to avoid getting nothing in her mouth, she also contributed a piece of steamer cloth, which she had taken from the system and came in handy.
"Master, do we really need to use it to filter that kind of stuff?" The chef confirmed in disbelief, holding the fine and soft white cloth in his hand.
What a snow-white color, what fine lines. The chef dares to guarantee that if a noble lady gets a piece of it, she will definitely make it into a handkerchief, embroider it with flowers and auspicious clouds, and then make a beautiful dress to match it.
Such precious white cloth is actually being used as a consumable item?!
Weishengxue also felt that this little scrap was a bit too inferior, but it was just for filtering and was enough.
Just filtering?
This precious cloth, as white as snow, fine and thick, is used only to make water cleaner!
Is this the life of an immortal?
Such an understatement.
The chef walked into the kitchen with a shaky step, his hands stiff as if he was holding an ancestral tablet.
"Wood ash water, why?"
When Weishengxue heard about the question about meal tickets, she was happy to answer it for him.
"Old dough will become sour when yeast is used. Use alkaline wood ash to neutralize it and eliminate the sour taste."
Ying Zheng nodded with a smile to show that he understood.
——It must be the words of the immortal world, which is difficult for mortals to understand.
Wei Shengxue never imagined that the first obstacle she encountered while traveling in the world of immortal cultivation would be the terrible taste of the food?!
In my imagination: traveling to Beihai in the morning and Cangwu in the evening.
In reality: steamed buns with fermented old dough.
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