Get the resurrection scroll, and eat melons and meat after entering the book

Wu Qing had gotten up late to begin with, had breakfast, washed up, and got off the car. When he rode back to the camp, they had already started setting up the stove and preparing dinner.

She sent He Cui to the medical tent to get some fine cotton cloth for bandaging. Now she was applying medicine to her thigh with awkward movements when a smell drifted into her nose. This... was too incredible!

The smell tickled her foodie nerves.

Wu Qing picked up the medicine bottle and smelled it. It wasn't this smell. Where could it be coming from?

The smell became stronger and stronger, tempting her appetite and making him more and more certain that it was the smell of soy sauce.

Wu Qing called out, "He Cui."

He Cui, who had just returned, took a few quick steps and said, "I'm here! I brought the cloth too."

But Wu Qing asked, "Smell, what is this smell?"

He Cui sniffed, "It smells good," and shook her head, "but I've never smelled it before."

Wu Qing's eyes widened. "Go out and ask around, quick!"

He Cui came back not long after, "Sister, that's the scent of 'Mi Sun'."

Lost Sun?! What is that? I feel like I've heard it somewhere before.

Misou? Japanese for "dajiang" (soy sauce)?! What's going on? The pronunciation is clearly from the same source, I just wonder who learned from whom? Or maybe it's ancient Japanese?

Her mind was in a mess and she couldn't make sense of it, but she became more and more interested.

Wu Qing ignored the pain in her thigh and ordered He Cui, "Go and help me see what they've made with 'Mi Sun'. Serve me a bowl." Then she patted her forehead and said, "We've got to order that 'Mi Sun' too. Oh, and let's go with that flavor."

He Cui rarely saw Wu Qing so anxious, so she ran to find her.

Wu Qing applied medicine on herself and wrapped it with fine cotton cloth. Now she should be able to walk around.

She let down her skirt and walked a few steps in the tent. Sure enough, the pain was gone, except that the area was still a little sensitive, but everything else was fine.

Soon, footsteps were heard outside the tent, and it was not just one person's.

He Cui came in first and placed a covered bowl on the low table. Seeing that Wu Qing was already dressed, she turned around and said, "Come in!"

Wu Qing was also curious about who He Cui brought with her, since she didn't ask her to find anyone.

When I stretched my head to look, I saw a middle-aged woman in coarse linen clothes walking in with He Cui.

The woman was holding something in her hand, covered with a coarse cloth, and no one knew what it was.

He Cui explained, "Sister, 'Missing Sun' was created by her."

Wu Qing became interested when she heard this. "What's your name?" She looked up at He Cui.

He Cui said hurriedly: "She is not very good at speaking, so just call her Shoutian's wife."

What does it mean to be not very good at speaking? Wu Qing was puzzled, but she continued to ask: "Is it Shoutian's wife? That—was it you who did this to the lost grandson?"

The woman uncovered the coarse cloth in her hands, revealing a bowl underneath. She held it in both hands and placed it before Wu Qing.

Wu Qing took a look and saw that there was half a bowl of something in the bowl. The thing was relatively viscous and semi-fluid, reddish-brown in color with a glossy and shiny surface.

Isn't this exactly soybean paste*!

Wu Qing wasn't sure if Mrs. Shoutian didn't understand because she couldn't speak the same language, so she gave her a thumbs up with a look of joy on her face.

Shoutian's wife was also happy when she saw it.

He Cui explained, "Sister, just talk to her normally. She can understand most of what she says, but we don't quite understand what she says."

Wu Qing understood. This was something she could understand after living with it for a long time, but she couldn't quite pronounce it. She asked, "Is this made of soybeans?"

Mrs. Morita nodded and said, "Dou, 'bu-ta'..."

Wu Qing understood that she was probably talking about how to make soybean paste, but unfortunately Wu Qing didn't understand.

Also, in her language, soybeans are called "bu-ta", and in Japanese, soybeans should be pronounced similarly to "sister-in-law". Who is this woman?

Wu Qing originally wanted to learn how to make soybean paste from her, but there was a language barrier, unless she observed the whole process of making the paste.

It seems that I can’t learn it for the time being, but I can eat it.

He thanked the woman and gave her two pieces of silver before letting her go.

This reminded Wu Qing of something. She hadn't noticed it in the palace, but now that she was out, she realized she had no money! It seemed she needed to make some money.

Wu Qing was thinking about He Cui lifting the lid of the bowl she brought back, and the steaming dish appeared.

Ah! That’s what Wu Qing smelled: a bowl of fragrant stewed vegetables.

He Cui said, "This is what the wife who guards the fields made. It smells so good, so I served a bowl to my sister."

Wu Qing: "What else is there to say? Come on, bring me some chopsticks. Bring me a pair too. Let's eat together."

Whether you are at home or in a restaurant, Northeastern braised dishes are always served on a deep plate the size of a small basin. Sharing the food with everyone is a real pleasure! This is the true Northeastern flavor!

Wu Qing took two bites and found it a bit salty. Oh, and it would be a perfect match with rice.

He said to He Cui, "Bring two bowls of rice. You don't need the imperial chef. Just go to the soldiers and get two bowls."

He Cui quickly served two bowls of rice, mixed grains, mixed with vegetables...

Wu Qing let out a loud cry. At this moment, she felt the flavor of life, so comfortable!

As they were eating, Wu Qing asked, "Do you know what happened to that wife of the farmkeeper? Where did she come from?"

He Cui replied, "I was looking for her anxiously just now. I only heard that it was the daughter-in-law of a hunting gardener named Liu Shoutian. I haven't asked anything else yet. I'll go ask now."

He Cui left the tent and asked around. It turned out that everyone who looked after the hunting grounds knew Shou Tian's wife and that she was a great cook. This clarified the matter.

Liu Shoutian had a very good nose, comparable to a dog's. When he was patrolling the hunting park, he insisted that he smelled blood. He followed the smell all the way to the outside of the hunting park and found an injured woman.

There was no doctor guarding the hunting garden, so everyone treated their injuries themselves. He had some medicine, so he cured the woman's injury. After she recovered, she stayed with him and became his wife.

I don’t know where this woman is from, I don’t speak her language, but she cooks delicious food.

Wu Qing listened and nodded. Could this wife of Shoutian be Manchu? If I remember correctly, the origin of Northeast soybean paste is Manchu.

However, this era does not match the dynasty of her previous life, so it is possible that the ancestors of the Manchus were the Mohe people.

Or maybe he is a Xian people, it’s hard to say.

No matter who it was, she finally got to eat soybean paste in this life. Happy!

With the sauce, Wu Qing now really wants to eat Jianbingguozi.

I also want to eat Northeastern rice dumplings!

There is also the Northeastern soybean paste stew with everything!

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*During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the ancestors of the Manchus, the Mohe people, had already begun to grow beans and make soybean paste. The "New Book of Tang: Bohai Biography" recorded "the soybeans from Zhacheng". The records and history fully prove that the history of soybean paste making in Northeast China is even longer.