Quick mission: We don't make trouble

The night passed without incident.

Zhu Qingqing woke up early before daybreak. As a chef, getting up early has become her habit.

Seeing that her sisters Zhu Yingying and Wu Di were still sleeping soundly, Zhu Qingqing did not make a sound to wake them up, but got off the carriage carefully.

There was fog outside, and they were halfway up the mountain, giving people the feeling of being in the clouds.

A cool autumn breeze blew by, and Zhu Qingqing couldn't help but shiver.

Autumn has arrived and the weather is getting cooler.

She went back to the car and put on a leather jacket, which made her body feel a little warmer.

At this time, in the carriage next to them, Mr. and Mrs. Zhu had also gotten up.

Zhu Qingqing asked: "Mom and Dad, don't you want to sleep a little longer?"

Father Zhu replied, "Get up and move around."

After saying that, he started practicing Tai Chi on the spot.

Mother Zhu said, "We can catch up on our sleep in the carriage during the day. It's okay to sleep a little less now. Come on, I'll make you breakfast. There's no way we can rely on that lazy Zhu Yingying. She's definitely someone who can never get enough sleep."

Zhu Qingqing knew her sister very well and knew that she was used to a nine-to-five schedule and would never get up before eight in the morning.

Originally, Zhu Qingqing never expected her sister to get up and help with things.

Just making breakfast is a piece of cake for Zhu Qingqing.

So, Zhu Qingqing and her mother walked hand in hand to the stream to wash.

The stream water in the early morning is cold, but it is particularly refreshing.

Zhu Qingqing and her mother picked two handfuls of wild vegetables and two handfuls of wild onions by the stream, washed them, and took them to find Yang San.

Several bonfires in the camp were still burning brightly, and the personnel on duty in the second half of the night were chatting around the fire.

Zhu Qingqing didn't see Wang Xiangdong and Yu Bo. They had been on duty for the first half of the night and should be resting in the tent now.

Yang San had already stood up and was instructing the two caravans to wash pots and light fires in an orderly manner. When he saw Zhu Qingqing, a smile immediately appeared on his face, and he said enthusiastically: "Oh, madam, old madam, you actually came to help in person, how can I dare to accept this!"

Zhu Qingqing smiled and responded, "I've said before that I'm not good at anything else, but I know a thing or two about cooking. So, I'll come over earlier to help out in the future."

Yang San said gratefully, "Thank you very much. Following your instructions, I prepared all the necessary ingredients last night."

Zhu Qingqing nodded and praised, "Very good. I'll make one pot for you to demonstrate, and you can make the other one yourself. It's actually very simple. By the way, don't call me Madam anymore. We usually call chefs Master over there."

Yang San readily accepted: "Okay, Master Zhu."

Last night, Yang San learned a novel recipe for dumpling soup from Zhu Qingqing. To his surprise, the soup, with diced meat, mushrooms, and wild vegetables, tasted incredibly delicious. He also listened to Madam Zhu explain the reasoning behind these ingredients and their nutritional value.

Why didn’t I think of adding something to enhance the flavor and freshness?

Is he simply as stupid as a pig?

No wonder the second brother once said with disdain that only the people in their caravan could eat what he cooked because they had no choice.

Fortunately, I met Master Zhu.

Hey, I can learn something new today.

I'm sure I learned a lot along the way, so I deserve to be called a master.

Zhu Qingqing didn't know what Yang San was thinking, so she said in the same manner as when she was teaching an apprentice: "Master Yang, let's get started.

I made milk tea and wild vegetable cakes for everyone this morning.

Milk tea is refreshing and keeps me energetic all day long."

Yang San was already grinning.

It sounds delicious, but I don’t know how delicious it will taste.

Yang San hesitated for a moment, feeling somewhat flattered. "Master Zhu, you actually told me these recipes so easily. How about this? I'll just become your disciple!"

Although he thought the dumpling soup last night was delicious, he didn't think there was anything new about it. It was just that Zhu Qingqing added some seasonings to it.

However, the milk tea Zhu Qingqing was talking about was something completely different. He had never seen this novel drink before, let alone tasted it. Yang San realized that it must contain some unique technique or secret recipe.

Powerful and influential families with deep connections would never casually reveal their secret recipes. Take the Yang family, for example. They own restaurants and a tavern, and the recipes for their chefs' signature dishes are closely guarded and never leaked. Even when they recruit apprentices, they carefully select only their own servants, and they deliberately keep a few unique skills secret.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Qingqing couldn't help but be stunned. Because in her era, these so-called secret recipes weren't really secrets at all. Anyone who wanted to learn could easily find them by searching Baidu, Moyin, Xiaohong...

So she said, "Actually, this isn't anything particularly important. Milk tea is very simple to make. It's a daily ritual here, and there's no secrecy about it. I just think it's easier to learn and make than butter tea. That's why I'm teaching you. I hope that in the future, when you're on a long journey or taking a break, you can enjoy a cup of milk tea to refresh yourself and relieve fatigue. That would be great."

Upon hearing this, Yang San bowed to Zhu Qingqing and expressed his gratitude, saying, "Thank you so much, Master Zhu. We will never forget your kindness!"

Zhu Qingqing: "Thanks to your caravan's protection and care, our family was able to travel to the Great Zhou. We are deeply grateful. I am not very talented, but I know a little bit about cooking, and I would like to repay you. My humble skills are not worth mentioning, so please don't despise me. Then, let's get started."

Zhu Qingqing took out the necessary ingredients and arranged them neatly. After everything was ready, she began to explain the method and steps of making milk tea to Yang San in detail.

By this time, the water in the pot was boiling. Zhu Qingqing calmly instructed Yang San to add the tea leaves to the pot and cook them, instructing him on the right heat and time. Yang San followed her instructions carefully, not daring to neglect them for even a moment.

Thanks to her tea-making experience from her time at the manor, today's first pot of milk tea went incredibly smoothly, finishing in a matter of moments. Zhu Qingqing took a sip, a look of satisfaction on her face. Then, she filled a bamboo bowl with half a serving, motioning for Yang San to try it too.

Yang San took the bamboo bowl, carefully blew away the steam, and then took a sip. Instantly, a rich, sweet flavor spread throughout his mouth, causing him to exclaim, "Wow, this is delicious!"

This dish not only has the richness of cheese but also the sweetness of honey. These precious ingredients are all prepared by Chef Zhu. Such a delicacy is something only the wealthy can afford.