"Calling Jiang Jiang, my darling! Stop making dumplings and come talk to me!" The fans watched as Jiang Jiang quickly pinched off one ingot-shaped dumpling at a time, and they were all as anxious as ants on a hot pan: "Jiang Jiang, my darling, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Old Jin is known for his generosity. As long as you tell him what he wants to know, antiques or star coins are all you can choose!"
“Jiang Jiang, my darling, come here quickly. Never mess with money, no matter who you're messing with. These days, money is the most precious thing. In a pinch, it's more reliable than your husband.”
"My darling Jiang Jiang..."
Jiang Si bent down to wrap dumplings, meat pies, and chive pancakes. She made enough for her cheap husband, her emperor brother, and her cheap father and mother before stopping. She then put the pot on the stove, threw in the firewood that Yan Liu had gathered, and had her cheap husband light the fire.
While boiling water, baking meat patties, and steaming chive dumplings, I glanced at the live stream and saw the cheers of many fans and the endless barrage of comments from Jin Yong.
With her hands covered in flour, she leaned on the table and said, "Hello, Mr. Jin, these are dumplings, a traditional food unique to ancient China in the Milky Way!"
"But... I need to correct one point. Before the end of the world in ancient China, people's living standards had not reached a certain level. Dumplings were a food eaten only during festivals and when distinguished guests came to visit!"
"Later, with social progress and technological development, ancient China rose again, and every household was able to enjoy food without having to wait for special guests to come during festivals!"
"The rise of ancient China made dumplings affordable for every household, and people could make dumplings anytime, anywhere. In addition to eating dumplings during the traditional Spring Festival from the 1st to the 15th and the Lantern Festival, there were also differences between the north and south of ancient China. In some places, people would also make, cook, and eat dumplings to welcome the solar terms, such as the beginning of autumn and the winter solstice!"
Jin Lao was so excited that he couldn't contain himself and kept typing in the chat: "Miss Jiang Jiang, I've watched your live stream replays a few times, and those cured meats and smoked meats seem to be traditional Chinese foods, right?"
After asking the question, Jin Lao rewarded him with one million star coins.
Jiang Si reached out and swiped her hand to look back at the comments.
Seeing Jin Lao's identity, and the fact that many fans urged her to do her job well so that Jin Lao would be happy to give her antiques.
Jiang Si raised an eyebrow. She herself was the greatest antique. In this interstellar world, apart from that immortal old vampire, who could be older than her? Who could be more valuable than her?
What's more, the things she brought back from Leng Suixing before, like her red battle robe dress and the Tang sword in her hand, are all antiques, okay?
However, when it comes to promoting ancient Chinese civilization and traditions, Jiang Si felt it was necessary to say something: "Mr. Jin, you are right, but I still have to correct you. Cured meat cannot be said to be a traditional Chinese food; it can only be said to be part of Chinese food culture!"
"It originated in the Xia Dynasty, more than 4,000 years before the end of the ancient Chinese civilization, which is nearly 7,000 to 8,000 years ago. In the words of you historians, it belongs to the ancient period!"
"The origin of smoked meat can also be traced back to the Xia Dynasty. It is said that during the Xia Dynasty, people held a joint sacrifice to all the gods in the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, which was called 'La'. Therefore, the twelfth month is also called the 'La month'."
"In the countryside at that time, even many wealthy families had a brazier in their main room. The smoke from the brazier would be used to smoke the cured meat hanging from the rafters. The longer the meat was smoked, the stronger its aroma became. In principle, all kinds of meat could be cured or smoked!"
The explanation was so detailed, and it even went so far as to mention the Xia Dynasty, a period in ancient China that Mr. Jin had never encountered or heard of before.
Mr. Jin was so excited that he wished he could jump through the live stream and run to this girl named Jiang Jiang to have a good discussion with her: "Miss Jiang Jiang, I have some ancient Chinese antiques and books here. Would you be so kind as to invite you to come and discuss them with me?"
"Don't worry, you won't come for nothing. I'll pay you 100,000 star coins per hour. If you're willing, I can even take you on as my student!"
Jin Lao's comment sparked envy among netizens: "Ah, 100,000 Star Coins, and it's an hourly wage! Jin Lao is indeed Jin Lao; the stench of Star Coins is so irresistible!"
"Being Professor Jin's student is something that so many students studying the Milky Way and ancient Earth dream of. My darling Jiang Jiang, please agree!"
“Being his student is nothing compared to making money from him! My darling Jiang Jiang promised him that 2.4 million a day for 24 hours is amazing! If you work for half a month, you can buy a house on the capital planet. If you work for half a year, you can be neighbors with His Highness Agares! If you work for a year, you can be neighbors with His Majesty!”
"What nonsense are you spouting upstairs? Is Jiang Jiang baby short of money? If she is, we can crowdfund for her. Wouldn't it be more lucrative for her to livestream farming and cooking with the newly promoted 7th-level plant healer?"
"Jiang Jiang, my darling, don't listen to them. Don't let such a small amount of money cloud your judgment. We're people who are going to do great things!"
Jiang Si glanced at the boiling pot, put the dumplings in, flipped the mutton and chive pancake over, and replied to Mr. Jin with a smile: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jin, I have no great ambitions. It just so happens that my husband can support me. I just want to be a lazy bum by my husband's side. You don't need to give me any more tips. No matter how much you tip me, I won't go. I won't return the money either!"
"Alright, everyone should have learned how to make dumplings, meat pies, and chive pancakes by now. Feel free to make them at home whenever you have time. There won't be a raffle today. I'm going to eat dumplings with my dear husband now. Goodbye everyone!"
Fans: "..."
No!
Why can't we even taste the shared flavors anymore?
Is Jiang Jiang still their adorable little baby?
"It smells so good! I'm so hungry!" Rong Mengping plopped down on the ground and tugged at Feng Jie, asking, "Are you hungry?"
Feng Jie was pulled to sit on the ground, and he took a bite of the wild chives in his hand, cursing, "Isn't that obvious? I've already taken the nutrient solution, and even that can't keep me from being hungry. Madam said you'd take us to bully the scum, but it's clearly her bullying us!"
Hu Yang leaned closer and sniffed the food: "I think you two are exaggerating a bit. A useless wife with no spiritual power, even if she makes food, how delicious can it be?"
Feng Jie and Rong Mengping leaned closer to each other, glanced at each other, and then looked at Hu Yang as if he were trash.
Feng Jie spoke first: "Major General Hu Yang, you're right. We can't eat the food Madam made. You and your foreign combat battalion stay here and harvest the leeks. We'll go and say hello to Madam first!"
Rong Mengping chimed in, "That's right, keep up the good work! Once we've finished cutting these wild leeks, our commander will definitely give you a good reward. Feng Jie, let's go!"
Feng Jie quickly got up and muttered something to the soldiers he had brought. His soldiers urged him to hurry up and go to the madam's side to lead the charge, and then they would go later.
As soon as the two left, the senior colonel next to Hu Yang said in bewilderment, "Major General, why do I feel that these people from the main combat battalion are particularly sycophantic!"
Hu Yang watched Rong Mengping and his companion running all the way and said, "Yes, it's not just you who thinks so, I also think they're incredibly sycophantic, like bootlickers. Especially when they smell the aroma of food wafting from Madam's side, their saliva practically flows down their throats!"
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