Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

"Look, it's very simple." Nuan Chun drank the soup, touched his chin with one hand, and fixed his eyes on Chang Xia's movements.

I saw Chang Xia put the animal bone pot into the stone pot, and then added firewood to the stove.

Whether it is made with flour paste or poured into animal bone pots, these seem to be very simple, and they are completely different from Changxia cooking.

Nanfeng shook his head lightly, and explained, "Nanchun, this handmade rice noodle seems simple. It's troublesome to do it yourself." Most of the orcs have rough personalities, and such delicate work is not easy for Nanfeng at all.

It is easy to be watery or too sticky with the powder, so Nanfeng dare not touch it.

Just like the fried yam fruit powder cake before, Nanfeng fried it all of a sudden and didn't fry it thoroughly. After making it bad several times, I finally found a little texture, and no more waste of fruit powder and yam. Speaking of yam fruit powder cake, Nanfeng felt greedy again.

Later, let Chang Xia fry a pot to take home and eat slowly.

However, take it home and hide it.

My father and mother are too stubborn.

She always steals food, which makes her hard to guard against.

Why--

How could she have such an immoral father and mother, helpless!

Every time I complained to Chang Xia, Chang Xia also said that she shouldn't eat alone. However, my father and mother ate alone far more times than her...

"Wait...I'll try." Nuan Chun was excited, showing an expression eager to try. She is different from Nanfeng, her Nuanchun bloodline is not as good as Nanfeng's, and she failed to become a powerful totem warrior. However, he is more careful and resilient than Nanfeng in doing things.

Chang Xia didn't refuse, and replied: "Okay! Come over to help after you finish eating, I'll get some toppings and whistles, and I'll eat it later with the mix."

Changxia grows in southern Hunan, and the rice noodles that are used to eating are mostly Guilin rice noodles, Shaoyang rice noodles and Changde rice noodles. With the development of society and the rise of the service industry, food is no longer in one place. No matter which city in the world you are in, as long as you want to eat, you can eat food from all over the world.

It's a pity that all these good things are destroyed in the last days.

Chang Xia shook his head to shake off the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

With the tenacious character of human beings, no matter what kind of catastrophe they encounter, I believe that they will be able to survive safely in the end. She now lives in the Twilight Forest, wishing that the earth can once again restore peace.

"Is the topping whistle delicious?" Nan Feng said excitedly, swallowing his saliva.

Speaking of eating, she is interested.

In particular, the topping whistle can be mixed and eaten with noodles, which makes me even more interested.

"Topping and whistle mean the same thing. Stir-fry meat, wild vegetables, and bird eggs. After the noodles are ready, mix them together and eat them together." Chang Xia said, holding a clean wooden bucket to wash and fill with water, and wait for the noodles to be cooked. After steaming, it needs to be put in cold water to cool down.

Brush some more oil and take out the powder skin.

Cut strips into a bowl, stir-fry or eat directly with toppings. Either way, it tastes delicious.

Thinking about the taste of handmade rice noodles, Chang Xia felt that he should have done it earlier. Don't be obsessed with making dry rice noodles. Dry rice noodles are too troublesome to make.

However, want to really store the ginkgo.

Dry rice noodles are necessary again.

Forget it, eat first and think later.

"I'll fry the toppings." Nan Feng fetched water to wash his hands and said cheerfully.

The stone pot on the stove next to it was steaming, and the faint smell of fruit powder penetrated into the nostrils. Nanfeng calculated that Fenpi might be healed soon.

So she acted immediately.

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

Satisfied burped and stood up, "Nanfeng, you prepare meat, bird eggs and wild vegetables, and I will fry them."

In terms of cooking skills, warm spring is stronger than south wind.

What Nanfeng cooks can be eaten at most, and cannot pursue higher-level tastes.

The food cooked in Nuanchun can catch up with Changxia, and it is not as hot as Shen Rong. Occasionally, Chang Xia couldn't help lamenting that the apprentices of the church starved to death of the master, and the apprentices were too smart, which made her a poor master.

However, she just wanted to say one thing: well done.

Unfortunately, the chili was not found.

When Gen took the chili back to the tribe to inquire, he was told that the chili was found by Kongshan. At the same time, Kongshan said that he picked the peppers by accident. The location is too far away from the tribe. It is located in a place called Qingshanyan at the junction of the Heluo tribe and the Tianshi tribe. The Tianshi tribe is the territory of the orc lion tribe. The last time Kongshan went to patrol the tribe's territory, there is no way to pick it for the time being.

Chang Xia asked Gen to find Kongshan to ask for the location of Qingshanyan, and planned to wait until the cave was built.

Find an opportunity to go out with Shen Rong.

Chili, she will never give up. If there is anything missing, there is no shortage of peppers.

Can't find chili, Chang Xia thought about looking for dogwood. In ancient times, there was no chili, and cornel was a kind of spicy condiment. It is usually picked in August, pounded and filtered to extract the juice, and stirred with lime to make cornel oil, also known as spicy rice oil.

Spicy rice oil has a spicy taste and can be used for cooking.

At this time, there is no cornel picking at all. I don't know what happened to the peppers picked by Kongshan?

Chang Xia guessed that the climate of the Dusk Forest varies greatly.

Otherwise, such differences in plants would not be possible.

Chang Xia had a dream to travel all over the tribe's hunting territory, and then catch up with the witch's line to go to other orc territories. The Bird Clan and Fish Clan are also on her target, but it just takes time.

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

Approaching unless invited is considered provocative and encroaching. Once discovered, it will definitely lead to a battle.

Chang Xia likes peace, so naturally he doesn't intend to solve the problem through violence.

She chose to make friends and communicate through PY.

Just like exchanging with tribes, as long as there are enough good things in hand, does Chang Xia believe that other beast tribes are not tempted?

Wash the stone pot, add oil, pour in the minced meat and fry until fragrant.

Scoop out, fry the bird eggs and wild vegetables separately one after another.

Each bowl is filled with more than half a bowl of toppings, and the tempting aroma permeates all at once.

Here, Chang Xia brushes the steamed vermicelli with oil.

Over water, enjoy the cool.

The animal bone pot is about nine inches in size, and the noodles are cut to fill a bowl.

Pure white, clear.

It looks delicious.

Nanfeng swallowed, waiting for Chang Xia to speak.

After Chang Xia cuts the vermicelli, he pours the vermicelli paste into the animal bone pot again for steaming for the second time. Based on the appetite of the orcs, no amount of Fenpi would be enough.

Besides, Chang Xia plans to make more bowls.

Later, let Nanfeng send it to Shen Rong and the others to taste.

"Chang Xia, Chang Xia—" Nan Feng impatiently called Chang Xia's name, silently urging.

Nuan Chun didn't open her mouth, and picked up a lot of toppings in the bowl with wooden chopsticks.

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

Looking at it, it seems that I am looking forward to plum blossoms to quench my thirst.

"Bring a bowl." Chang Xia said: "Cold vermicelli, add some bone soup to taste better."

Mix, naturally thought of soy sauce. Soy sauce! Chang Xia sighed softly, the gourmet country she thought was still far away. If you want to make sauce, you must first find soybeans. It is a long way and you need to search up and down.

Nanfeng Nuanchun quickly handed over their respective wooden bowls.

Chang Xia didn't talk nonsense, and divided the Fenpi in the bowl into three parts. Then hand it back to Nanfeng Nuanchun, let them add soup and toppings to stir.

She added a small bowl of bone broth herself, and stirred it with the three toppings, and she also couldn't wait to eat it.

Even though it's been over an hour since lunch, I'm not hungry. However, the combination of the white and tender skin of the vermicelli and the various colors of minced meat, bird eggs and wild vegetables makes it very appetizing.

After one bite, the rough and thick taste of the handmade noodles surprised Chang Xia. She was worried that it would not taste good.

"It's delicious. The noodle salad is the best food I've ever eaten." Nanfeng said.

Nuan Chun chuckled, and jokingly said, "I heard that you didn't seem to say that before, you said that the beggar chicken is the most delicious, why did it turn into cold rice noodle again?"

"Have I said that? Nuan Chun, you must have misremembered." Nan Feng sneered and retorted.

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