Quick mission: We don't make trouble

After a night's rest, Zhu Qingqing got up before dawn to make breakfast.

The huge pot of chicken soup she'd made last night was almost empty, but no one was interested in the chicken bones and meat. Zhu Qingqing felt it would be a shame to throw them away, so she had Yang San add more water and boil it again, removing the bones and other debris, leaving a pot of chicken soup for the second batch. Then, she instructed Yang San to knead the dough, saying she wanted to make a pot of knife-cut noodles.

Of course, Yang San had never seen this kind of knife-cut noodles prepared before. Normally, they either made noodles into dumpling soup or kneaded them, flattened them, cut them into strips, and cooked them. But Zhu Qingqing was different. She picked up a dagger Yang Shan had found, held the dough in her left hand, and wielded it with her right to begin slicing the noodles.

This dagger is very sharp, and Yang San reminded Master Zhu to be careful.

Zhu Qingqing shook her head. After all, it was not as convenient as the knives she had used before, but it was okay.

She moved swiftly, deftly shaving the noodles into the pot, each cut precise and precise, as if this were a piece of cake for her. As she moved, evenly thin slices of noodles fell into the pot, splashing water everywhere.

Yang San was stunned.

There is no doubt that every time Master Zhu cooks, it will bring him a shock to his taste buds, but now it is a visual shock.

It seems that he has no end in sight.

Of course, Zhu Qingqing didn't just demonstrate, she also let Yang San try it out himself.

Yang San picked up a piece of dough and, imitating what Zhu Qingqing had done just now, carefully held the dough in his hand, then picked up a dagger and cut it one piece at a time.

However, it turned out that looking good was harder than it looked. Despite Yang San's efforts, his knife seemed to constantly struggle with the dough. No matter how hard he tried, the noodles refused to obey. The noodles he finally managed to shave off were either as thick as a finger, as thin as a hair, or clumped together, unlike the uniformly sized noodles shaved by Master Zhu.

Yang San looked at Zhu Qingqing with a bitter face and aggrieved expression: "Master Zhu, I really tried my best. But why are these noodles so hard to cut?"

Zhu Qingqing looked at Yang San's innocent expression and couldn't help but laugh: "It's okay, it's pretty good to be able to do this for the first time. As long as you practice more, you will definitely get better and better."

Mother Zhu, who was listening to their conversation, couldn't help but interrupt, "That's right! When Qingqing was learning to cook, she put in a lot of effort! She practiced her knife skills every day, and the most she did was chopping vegetables...it was so tiring that she could barely lift her arms. But it's precisely because of this that she was able to develop such superb culinary skills. So, Chef Yang, you have to practice more too!"

Mother Zhu turned to look at her daughter, a proud smile on her face. "Qingqing, why don't you show Master Yang your best head-lifting technique? Let him see what a true master is!"

Zhu Qingqing looked at her mother helplessly, thinking that she was becoming more and more fond of showing off. But she felt too embarrassed to refuse her mother's request. So, she took a clean cloth, placed it on her head, and gently placed a piece of dough on it. Then, she waved the dagger in her hand, and pieces of dough, as thin as cicada wings, flew from her head like snowflakes and landed accurately in the pot.

At this time, I don’t know when, the area was already crowded with many people watching the fun. They were attracted by Zhu Qingqing’s performance, and they were admiring and praising her.

They all exclaimed in amazement: "How amazing!"

"so amazing!"

"Is this for food?"

"Is this a kung fu performance?"

Yang San was even more stunned and was full of admiration for Zhu Qingqing's skills.

Zhu Qingqing smiled modestly, "It's just a trivial skill, not worth mentioning. It's just practice makes perfect."

Yang San said that he must learn from Zhu Qingqing and strive to master this skill as soon as possible.

Mother Zhu was delighted to see her daughter so popular. She knew her daughter's success depended not only on her talent but also on her daily persistence and hard work. She believed that as long as Yang San was willing to put in the same effort, she would become an excellent chef in the future.

The caravan then enjoyed a steaming meal of knife-cut noodles in chicken soup. The noodles, evenly sliced ​​and thick, were cooked to a smooth, chewy texture. Paired with the delicious chicken broth, they were an unforgettable experience. Although the broth was a secondary dish, it didn't diminish its deliciousness; instead, the addition of the noodles enhanced its rich wheat noodle aroma.

Everyone ate with gusto, praising Zhu Qingqing's culinary skills. They'd truly enjoyed a feast on the journey. Last night's pan-fried deer meat and roasted rabbit were still fresh in their minds. They'd also drunk plenty of highland barley wine the previous night, and this morning's sliced ​​noodles in chicken soup had made their stomachs feel even better. This, they thought, would give them more energy for today's journey.

Zhu Qingqing smiled and said, "I just did what I was supposed to do." Then, she subconsciously looked at Yang San and continued, "Master Yang, from now on, I'll leave all these things to you. You don't have to prepare these meals every day. Changing up the food every two days will be enough to sustain us on this journey. You know, only when you're well fed can you have the strength to work! We have an old saying over there, 'Don't mistreat the hard-working people when it comes to food.'"

Yang San nodded in agreement. He knew that only by ensuring everyone's food was satisfactory could the journey be completed successfully.

"Don't worry, Master Zhu, I know what to do."

Zhu Qingqing's words also made the people in the caravan feel her care and consideration for everyone.

My liking for her doubled.

Zhu Qingqing: "Okay, I won't interfere with the cooking later on, you can do it on your own."

When Yang San heard this, he almost cried. Isn't this obviously giving him homework?

So he put on a pitiful look and said, "Master Zhu, I haven't learned everything yet. Is it really okay for you to just let me go?"

Zhu Qingqing replied nonchalantly, "Actually, these meals don't require any fancy or technical skills. They're just simple dishes. We just use local ingredients and cook whatever we have."

After hearing this, Yang San secretly groaned in his heart, because these so-called "simple" foods were completely unfamiliar to him, and he had never even seen them before.

At this time, Yang Jiu on the side couldn't help but teased Yang San: "Third brother, you have to make delicious meals like Master Zhu in the future, otherwise we won't agree."

Yang San glared at Yang Jiu in anger, muttering, "You all have become picky eaters, haven't you? It's good enough to have something to eat. If anyone complains that it's not tasty, then I'll quit and let you all go hungry."

Seeing this, Yang Jiu quickly apologized with a smile: "Oh, Third Brother, I was wrong. I can't afford to offend you. Please don't give up..."

Then, he invited Yu Bo to get in the car with a smile on his face.

The caravan set off again and continued on its journey.

As long as they climb over the towering mountain in front of them, they will reach the border town of Tubo.