Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

Chapter 37: Cold Noodles

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Watch. It’s easy.” Nuan Chun sipped his soup, rubbing her chin with one hand, her eyes staring at Chang Xia’s movements.

She saw Chang Xia putting the bone pot into the stone pot and adding firewood to the stove.

Whether it’s mixed with powder, or poured into the animal bone pot, these look very simple and were completely different from Chang Xia’s cooking.

Nan Feng shook his head and explained, “Nuan Chun, this handmade rice flour seems simple. You only know how troublesome it is when you do it.” Most of the beasts had rough personalities. Such delicate work was not simple at all for Nan Feng.

The paste was easily diluted or too sticky. Nan Feng did not dare to make a move.

It was just like when she fried the Fruit Powder Pancakes previously. Nan Feng suddenly burnt one and didn’t cook one enough. She only got better after making it several times and did not waste the Fruit Powder Pancakes anymore. Speaking of Fruit Powder Pancakes, Nan Feng felt hungry again.

Later, she would let Chang Xia fry a pot and bring them home to eat slowly.

However, she had to hide them when she brought them home.

Father was too much of a dog.

He always stole food and made it impossible for her to guard against him.

Sigh—

How could she have such an unethical father and mother? How frustrating!

Every time she complained to Chang Xia, Chang Xia even said that she shouldn’t eat good food alone. However, Father and Mother ate them alone far more than she did…

“Wait… I’ll try.” Nuan Chun was excited and eager. She was different from Nan Feng. Nuan Chun’s bloodline was not as good as Nan Feng’s, and she had not been able to become a powerful totem warrior. However, she was more meticulous and resilient than Nan Feng when it came to doing such things.

Chang Xia did not refuse and replied, “Sure! Come over and help after you’re done eating. I’ll make some minced meat or something and mix it with noodles later.”

Chang Xia grew up in the south, and the usual rice noodles were mostly Guilin rice noodles, Shaoyang rice noodles, and Changde rice noodles. As society developed and the service industry grew, food was no longer confined to a place. No matter which city on Earth, as long as one wanted to eat something, they could eat delicacies from all over the world.

Unfortunately, all this beauty was ruined in the apocalypse.

Chang Xia shook off the chaotic thoughts in her mind.

With the tenacious character of humans, no matter what kind of calamity they encountered, she believed that they would definitely be able to safely survive it in the end. She now lived in the Twilight Forest and wished that Earth could regain its peace.

“Is the seasoning sauce good?” Nan Feng said excitedly and swallowed.

She was in the mood to talk about food.

Especially since this seasoning sauce could be mixed with noodles. She was even more interested.

“Stir fry the seasoning sauce with meat, wild vegetables, and bird eggs. When the flour noodles are ready, mix it in and eat it together with the noodles,” Chang Xia said as she washed and filled a clean wooden bucket with water. After the flour was steamed, it needed to be put in cold water to cool it down.

She brushed on some more oil and removed the flour noodles.

She sliced them into a bowl. They could be stir fryed or eaten with seasoning sauce. Either way, the taste is delicious.

Thinking about the taste of handmade rice noodles, Chang Xia felt that she should have done it earlier. She shouldn’t have insisted on making dry rice noodles. It was too troublesome to make dry rice noodles.

However, she still wanted to store the dried white fruits.

Dry rice flour required it.

‘Whatever. I’ll eat before I think.’

“I’ll stir-fry the toppings,” Nan Feng said cheerfully as she washed her hands.

The stone pot on the stove beside her was steaming, and the faint smell of fruit powder entered his nose. Nan Feng calculated that the noodles might be almost ready.

She sprang into action.

Nuan Chun ate a piece of barbecue and drank a bowl of bone soup.

Satisfied, she burped and stood up. “Nan Feng, prepare the meat, bird eggs, and washing wild vegetables. I’ll stir-fry.”

In terms of culinary skills, Nuan Chun’s was better than Nan Feng.

Nan Feng’s cooking was at most edible, and unable to pursue a higher level of flavor.

The food that was cooked by Nuan Chun was comparable to Chang Xia’s, and it was slightly inferior to Chenrong’s. Occasionally, Chang Xia could not help but sigh that she had taught her disciples to starve their masters to death. Her disciples were too smart, making her seem too lousy as their master.

“Well done,” was all she could think of to say, though.

Unfortunately, the chili wasn’t found.

When Root took the chili back to the tribe for questioning, he was told that Kong Shan had found it. At the same time, Kong Shan said that he had picked the chili by accident. The location was too far from the tribe. It was located at a place called Green Mountain Rock, where the Heluo Tribe and the Heavenly Lion Tribe had exchanged goods. The Heavenly Lion Tribe was the territory of the Beast Race’s Lion Race. Kong Shan patrolled the tribal territory the last time and could not pick anything for the time being.

Chang Xia got Root to ask for the location of the Green Mountain Rock and prepared to wait until the cave was built.

She would find an opportunity to go out with Chen Rong.

She would never give up on chili. What was missing couldn’t be missing chili, either.

Unable to find chili, Chang Xia thought about looking for dogwood. There had been no chili in ancient times, and dogwood was a spicy condiment. Usually picked in August, pounded for juice, and stirred with lime, it was made into dogwood oil, also known as spicy rice oil.

Spicy rice oil was spicy and could be used to cook vegetables.

There was no dogwood picking at all at this time of year. She also didn’t know how Kong Shan picked the chili.

Chang Xia guessed that the climate varied greatly throughout Twilight Forest.

Otherwise, plants could not be so differentiated.

Chang Xia had a dream to travel through the tribe’s hunting territory, then hook up with the shaman and go to other beast territories. The birds and fish were also on her target list, but she just needed time.

After all, as far as she knew, the beasts rarely set foot in the territory of other tribes.

Unless one was invited, rashly approaching them would be seen as a form of provocation and invasion. Once discovered, it would definitely lead to battle.

Chang Xia liked peace and naturally had no intention of solving the problem through violence.

She chose to make friends and communicate as friends.

Just like trading with the tribe, as long as she had enough good stuff on hand, Chang Xia believed that the other beasts would be tempted.

She washed the stone pot, added the oil, and poured in the toppings to stir-fry.

She scooped it out and stir-fried the bird eggs and wild vegetables separately.

Each bowl was filled with more than half a bowl of water. An alluring fragrance filled the air.

On this side, Chang Xia brushed the steamed noodles with oil.

Place over the water to cool.

The bone pot was about nine inches in size. After the flour noodles were cut, it was filled to the brim.

They were white and clear.

They looked delicious.

Nan Feng swallowed, waiting for Chang Xia to speak.

Chang Xia finished cutting the flour noodles and poured the noodles into the bone pot for a second steam. With the appetite of the beasts, no amount of flour noodles would be enough.

Besides, Chang Xia intended to make a few more bowls.

Later, she would get Nan Feng to send it to Chen Rong and the others.

“Chang Xia, Chang Xia—” Nan Feng called Chang Xia’s name impatiently, silently urging her on.

Nuan Chun did not speak. She took the wooden chopsticks and put a lot of seasoning sauce into the bowl.

She ate every bite, staring blankly at the bowl of noodles.

It looked like she was looking to quench her thirst.

“Bring a bowl over,” Chang Xia said. “Cold flour noodles with a little bone soup will taste better.”

She naturally thought of soy sauce. Soy sauce! Chang Xia sighed softly. The food kingdom she was thinking of was still very far away. If she wanted to make sauce, she had to first find soybeans. It was a long journey, and she still had to search everywhere.

Nan Feng and Nuan Chun quickly handed over their wooden bowls.

Chang Xia didn’t waste any time. She divided the flour noodles in the bowl into three portions. Then she handed them back to Nan Feng and Nuan Chun and let them add soup and seasoning sauce.

She added half a bowl of bone soup herself and stirred it with the seasoning sauce and other toppings. She was equally eager to eat it.

Although she had only eaten lunch for more than an hour ago, she was not hungry. However, the white and tender texture of the rice noodles matched the various colors of seasoning sauce, bird eggs, and wild vegetables. It was very appetizing.

When she took a bite, the rough and heavy texture of the handmade rice noodles immediately stunned Chang Xia. She had been worried that it would not taste good.

“Delicious,” said Nan Feng. “Cold noodles is the best food I’ve ever had.”

Nuan Chun chuckled and teased, “I think I heard you say that before. You said that beggar’s chicken is the best. Why did it become cold noodles?”

“Did I say that? You must be wrong about Nuan Chun,” Nan Feng retorted with a sheepish grin.

Chang Xia and Nuan Chun looked at each other, overjoyed.