Quick mission: We don't make trouble

Zhu Qingqing carefully sprinkled the last handful of wild onion flowers evenly into the pot, then stirred it gently a few times, and the pot of dumpling soup was presented perfectly before her eyes.

Yang San was always there to assist, witnessing Zhu Qingqing's cooking process and sniffing the unique and tempting aroma. He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "You are truly a great chef! Even the dumpling soup can be made to taste so unique."

Zhu Qingqing smiled slightly and responded, "Food is the most important thing for people. Who doesn't want to eat better? We've all worked so hard all the way here, and if we can help everyone change their taste and improve their meals, we chefs will be very satisfied."

Yang San scratched his head and said with a smile: "Hey, you are absolutely right. I have benefited a lot from today."

At this time, Zhu Yingying, who was standing nearby, interrupted and said, "What's the big deal? It's just some snacks. My sister can cook so many delicious dishes. I guarantee you haven't even seen them."

Yang San's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "Hey, Madam Zhu, would you come help in the kitchen tomorrow? I can take this opportunity to learn a few more dishes from you, so I don't have to bear the name of a chef when I actually know nothing."

Zhu Qingqing: "Okay. After dinner, I'll see what ingredients you have and then we can discuss it."

Anyway, she didn't have much to do along the way, so it would be fine to help with the cooking. She could just consider it as a way to stretch her muscles.

Yang San smiled flatteringly and said, "Mrs. Zhu, please wait a moment. I will serve you and your family some food first."

Zhu Qingqing wasn't shy either, thinking this was the benefit of being a chef! She took the small copper pot from the carriage, filled it up, and brought it back to the carriage for her mother and the other women. Meanwhile, Zhu's father, Wang Xiangdong, and Yu Bo ate outside with the rest of the caravan.

After Zhu Qingqing left, Yang Sancai picked up the iron spoon and knocked on the edge of the pot, shouting loudly: "Dinner is ready! Dinner is ready!"

The person who was helping to light the fire had already brought a basket of bamboo bowls and chopsticks and placed them next to the pot.

Bowls made of bamboo are not easily broken during long journeys.

Yang San's voice echoed in the air, and everyone responded, "Come on, come on."

In fact, everyone had already smelled the fragrance wafting over from time to time and was already getting impatient.

People gathered around and prepared to enjoy the sumptuous meal.

Some call him Brother Yang San, some call him Uncle Yang San

"What are you eating today?

"Oh, it smells so good."

"It smells so good. I can't help swallowing."

Someone looked into the pot.

Yang San held up his spoon with great pride. "Pull in line, don't push, we have everything. Tonight—dumpling soup."

"Tsk...it's the dumpling soup again."

When the people behind heard that it was dumpling soup, they stopped and stopped crowding forward.

Everyone in the caravan knew very well how good Yang San's cooking skills were. The food he made was just edible after being cooked.

Someone else said: "Don't be disgusted, it's quite nice to have a hot soup in the middle of the night!"

At this time, the few people at the front of the line had already received their own bowl of dumpling soup and couldn't wait to take a sip...

I couldn't help but praise: "Is this dumpling soup? Why is there meat, vegetables, and mushrooms? It smells so good."

The people behind him couldn't wait to try it after hearing about it.

Zhu's father, Wang Xiangdong, Yu Bo and Yang Wu sat together.

At this moment, each of the three of them was holding a huge bamboo bowl in their hands, buried in it, eating with slurping sounds.

Occasionally, you can hear one or two exclamations:

“Mmm, delicious!”

“I’ve never had such delicious dumpling soup in my life!”

After hearing this, Mr. Zhu showed a smug look on his face, but he said harshly: "A bowl of dumpling soup can conquer your stomach? I think you just haven't tasted anything more delicious."

Yang Jiu didn't bother to reply. He stood up hurriedly and walked towards the pot, saying, "Old Master, don't worry. I'll talk to you later. I have to go get another bowl. If I'm late, it will be gone!"

Zhu's father, Wang Xiangdong, and Yu Bo did not add more food. One bowl was enough for them. They also had dry food, so there was no need to compete with these hard-working men for a bite of food.

Not long after, Yang Jiu returned with the bowl in his hand.

However, there was only half a bowl left.

He sighed and said regretfully, "Alas, I was a step too late. It's gone now."

In just a short while, the more than 30 people gathered around had eaten up two large pots of dumpling soup.

Father Zhu looked at the empty pot and nodded with satisfaction. Then he turned to Yang Jiu and said, "Well, see, my daughter's cooking skills are quite impressive!"

Yang Jiu immediately gave a thumbs up and praised sincerely: "Good!"

Father Zhu: "When my daughter opens a restaurant in the city, I'll treat you to something even better."

Yang Jiu: "Thank you, old man."

In another quiet corner, Team Leader Yang and Yang Wu were sitting and chatting with empty bowls in their hands.

Yang Wu smacked his lips and said, "Mrs. Zhu's cooking skills are indeed superb! It's no exaggeration to say that she is a chef."

Team Leader Yang said nonchalantly, "What woman can't cook? It's no big deal."

Yang Wu continued, "But she did ask me earnestly about opening a restaurant or a hotel. And her sister, Miss Zhu, also asked me what women can do. They said that in their place, they all work outside the home."

Team Leader Yang frowned. "Opening a restaurant or inn might just be a cover. After all, they've returned to China to trace their roots. Have they mentioned the location of their ancestral hall? Or have they asked you about any particular place or person?"

Yang Wu: "Not really."

Team Leader Yang: "Don't you find it strange? When tracing one's roots, shouldn't the first thing one inquires about be the location of one's own ancestral hall?"

Yang Wu: "Maybe they know without asking..."

Team Leader Yang: "Anything else?"

Yang Wu: "What they ask most often is about the laws and regulations of our Great Zhou, as well as the local customs and practices. These are not secrets, and I have told you everything I can."

Team Leader Yang: "Did you find anything useful?"

Yang Wu thought for a moment and recounted his conversation with the Zhu sisters today.

He didn't know whether it was useful or not. If his second brother asked, he would tell him everything and let him figure it out himself.

Team leader Yang pondered for a moment and said, "Talk to them more in the future and tell me later. Go and call Xiaojiu over." He handed the empty bowl to Yang Wu, who left with the two bowls.

Not long after, Yang Jiu came running over.

"Second brother, you are looking for me."

"Well, how are you getting along with the Zhu family today?"

"Very good! The old man of the Zhu family is very amiable, the young master of the Zhu family is taciturn and quite bookish, and that little girl of the Zhu family is extremely intelligent and quirky. Hey, they even played a money game in the car this afternoon, and the little girl won everything. It's a pity that I don't know what they were playing; it seems different from the way we play in the Great Zhou." As Yang Jiu spoke, his curiosity grew more and more impatient. He secretly thought that he would go to Yu Bo to ask him about it later.

Team Leader Yang asked some other detailed questions before letting Yang Jiu leave. After Yang Jiu left, Team Leader Yang stood alone for a moment, staring at the two carriages of Zhu Qingqing's family, then turned and slowly walked towards his tent.

After everyone had dispersed, Wu Di's cute little head suddenly popped out from the bushes. She looked around cautiously, and after confirming that no one was paying attention, she quickly ran towards her carriage.