Quick mission: We don't make trouble

Zhu's father went to Guandi Temple. Although Zhu Qingqing was a little worried, she believed that with the help of Yang Jiu and Yang Zhanggui, her father should be able to enter smoothly. There is no use thinking too much about things that are not within your scope.

Afterwards, she took Zhu's mother and Wang Xiangdong back to the small courtyard.

Zhu Qingqing introduced it to her mother: "Mom, this is where we will live temporarily. What do you think?"

Mother Zhu replied, "Having a place like this is already great. I'm not picky. When I went to support the cause before, just having a tent to stay in was considered great. It was even common to use the ground as a bed."

Zhu Qingqing responded with a smile: "Yes, my mother is the greatest!"

They walked into the room and found that all the bedding was complete, which was newly prepared by Manager Yang.

Zhu Qingqing said to her mother with concern: "Mom, please lie down and rest for a while. I'll go see if there is any food in the kitchen and make some for you."

After all the traveling, Mother Zhu was indeed feeling a little tired. She sighed and said, "Alas, old age really isn't as good as youth. Back then, I could go days and nights without any problem...Okay, I'll take a nap first..."

Seeing her mother fall asleep after lying down for a while, Zhu Qingqing closed the door and came out to say to Wang Xiangdong: "Lao Geng, you should also rest for a while. I'll go to the kitchen to check."

Wang Xiangdong smiled and said, "I can't stop talking about the kitchen. Cooking is your job, Sister Zhu. You haven't even had a break, so why should I? I'll go to the kitchen with you. I can help light the fire."

Zhu Qingqing: "Okay, go if you want to."

Wang Xiangdong: "Of course we have to go. Follow the chef and there will be no shortage of delicious food."

Zhu Qingqing smiled with her lips pursed.

You are still missing.

The two of them left the backyard and went to the front hall to find Luo Shi, who was still making masks with the others.

Zhu Qingqing: "Sister Luo, where is your kitchen? What are you having for dinner?"

Mrs. Luo sighed, then said, "I'm sorry, I didn't ask Master Zhu if you guys had eaten yet. I'm going to the kitchen to cook. Old Pu's family, Ergui's family, put down your work and come with me to cook."

The two women wearing aprons hurriedly put down their needlework and followed him to the kitchen in the back.

Zhu Qingqing and Wang Xiangdong also followed.

Zhu Qingqing also kept saying, "Sister Luo, we'll eat whatever you normally eat. You don't have to cook a special meal for us."

Mrs. Luo: "How can that be? You are guests after all. Lao Pu, go get some eggs and a piece of pickled meat. Ergui, go get some green onions and garlic sprouts from the vegetable garden out back."

"it is good."

Old Pu's family agreed and went to the next house.

Ergui's family went straight to the back door.

The others went into the kitchen.

Zhu Qingqing took a quick look and found that the kitchen was quite clean, with all the necessary supplies including rice, flour, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. There was also a pile of pumpkins in the corner.

Seeing Zhu Qingqing staring at the pumpkins, Luo explained, "These are all planted by ourselves in the summer. We harvested a lot in the fall, and the pumpkins can be stored and eaten as vegetables until spring. There's not much to plant at this time of year. There are only some green onions and garlic sprouts in the vegetable garden at the back, and some pickled vegetables and kimchi. They can barely be used to stew meat..."

Zhu Qingqing: "Sister Luo, I told you, we'll eat whatever you guys eat. You don't have to cook for us separately. Besides, we have to go out of town later, so just cook it in one pot to save the trouble of making two pots."

Luo was a little conflicted, but finally compromised.

"We usually eat noodle soup or pumpkin porridge in the evening."

Zhu Qingqing: ...~

Well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

If you think noodles can satisfy your hunger, then let’s eat noodles.

"Mrs. Luo, I'll make you some sliced ​​noodles tonight. Pumpkin sliced ​​noodles. How many people are eating at your warehouse?"

Zhu Qingqing decided to adapt to local conditions and use local materials.

These are not a problem for her as a chef.

Mrs. Luo: ...There are eighteen of us having dinner.

But why would you ask the guests to do it themselves?

Wang Xiangdong had already sat in front of the door and took over the task of lighting the fire.

Zhu Qingqing: "Okay, we don't need many people here, you guys go out and get busy. Make a few more masks, they will be useful."

Mrs. Luo: ...

Old Pu’s family: ...

Ergui’s family: …

Wang Xiangdong: "Don't worry, sisters-in-law. Our Master Zhu is a great chef. Cooking this little meal is simply..."

Zhu Qingqing: Those who know you are praising me, while those who don’t think you are insulting me. A chef has become a cook who cooks for the big pot.

Well, even a big pot meal can be cooked to the standards of a top chef.