Chapter 845: Untitled
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Several types of edible vegetables, as well as garlic and ginger, were planted in the yard. As for at, several pieces of lean preserved at were hung on the wall.
Mm, there was a sumptuous spread of ingredients.
Bai Qingqing pondered for a mont and decided to make noodles stewed with preserved at.
The flint in the kitchen was of superior quality, so Bai Qingqing easily started a fire. After the water in the pot started boiling, she added in the starch noodles.
In the anti, she sliced the preserved at.
The mont she picked up the knife she ran into difficulties which she hadn’t seen coming.
The knives at ho had been replaced to those made of iron, which was pretty much similar to the ones Bai Qingqing was accustod to using in the modern ages. Nonetheless, cutting the dried rock-like preserved at was an endeavor that required strength.
Bai Qingqing sawed through it for a long ti before finally managing to cut through the at. She then pressed the at on the chopping board, huffing and puffing as she sliced it, beads of perspiration forming on her face.
By the ti she finished cutting the preserved at into ten-odd one-milliter slices, the water had boiled and the noodles had turned soft from soaking.
Bai Qingqing wiped her sweat and shook her sore arms. She wiped the interior of the pot dry and poured vegetable oil into it. After the oil heated up, she began to stir-fry the preserved at.
A simple dish of preserved at stewed with noodles kept Bai Qingqing busy in the kitchen for over an hour.
An hour later, the fragrance of preserved at wafted from the kitchen.
Bai Qingqing ca out with a big bowl of preserved at stewed with noodles. As the piping hot aroma entered her senses, she slurped in a mouthful of the soup. It tasted pretty good.
She was rather satisfied with her creation.
As she ate, she went to look for Curtis, wanting to show him the fruit of her efforts.
At the ti, Curtis had cleaned his way up to the top floor and was about to wrap up, when Bai Qingqing found him with the bowl in her hands.
“Curtis.” Bai Qingqing called out to him incoherently as she chomped on a slice—no, a lump—of preserved at.
“You’re only done now?” Curtis turned his head towards her, instantly revealing a smile on his face.
Standing at the door with the bowl in her hands, every inch of Bai Qingqing’s face was covered in firewood ash. It was as though she had squeezed her way into the stove.
Alas, she was completely clueless about that. Focused on chomping the incredibly tough preserved at, her endearingly silly manner reminded one of a hamster locked in a fierce battle with nuts.
“What did you cook?” Curtis asked curiously. He didn’t rember Parker ever cooking such tough foods for Snow before.
“Preserved at!” As she spoke, her chopsticks slipped, causing the preserved at with her bite marks to fall to the stone floor with a thud.
That’s right, with a thud, just like the sound of rock colliding against the cobblestone.
Preserved at made using pork in the modern ages was tough enough. The at Bai Qingqing cooked with was made from ferocious animals with firm muscles. With its tough texture, should the at be sliced into strips, it could easily be used as a rod in a fight.
Bai Qingqing, who found her teeth sinking into the air, awkwardly froze when she heard that conspicuous sound.
“Were you cooking rocks?” Curtis asked with a smile as he got up and walked to Bai Qingqing’s side, then raised a hand to wipe off the firewood ash on her face.
Seeing Curtis’s fingers turn black from touching her face, Bai Qingqing let out a yelp and quickly touched her own face.
“Is my face covered with firewood ash?”
Curtis responded affirmatively with an “Mm”.
Feeling even more embarrassed, Bai Qingqing wiped her face haphazardly, causing the ash to sar all over her face, upon which not a clean patch could be seen now.
The smile in Curtis’s eyes intensified. He lifted her with an arm and said, “I’m done cleaning up. Let’s go down and eat.”
“Mm.”
Bai Qingqing picked up a piece of preserved at and fed it to him. “Tastes really good. It’s just that the at’s a tad tough.”
A tad was an understatent. Despite chomping on it for a long ti, Bai Qingqing had yet to finish eating a piece of at.
Out of curiosity, Curtis bit the piece of at and, after so chewing, said with an amused expression, “You’d better stop eating it. Wait for Parker to co back and cook for you.”
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