She became a god

"Don't listen to Zhouzhou's nonsense, Wen Tanyue. She's notoriously unreliable."

"Who do you, fellow Daoists, consider reliable?"

Wen Xichun raised an eyebrow; she wasn't so naive as to think that Yuantong was genuinely criticizing Ye Qingzhou.

She vividly remembered Yuantong's rejection and Lin Jingchuan's estrangement.

Their so-called refined manners and etiquette are nothing more than a mask for their opportunistic behavior.

They're all hypocrites, complete scoundrels!

They're all scoundrels who wanted to steal the straw bear when she wasn't looking!

A mountain breeze brought a light rain, just like the old days.

Seeing Wen Xichun's reddened eyes, Yuantong felt a growing displeasure.

This woman is fickle; even if she wasn't responsible for the Jiangcheng fire, she could never play a positive role.

"Reliability cannot be guaranteed by words alone."

Ye Qingzhou smiled and took out two umbrellas, handing one to Lin Jingchuan and holding it over Wen Xichun and himself.

"In terms of action, I'm more reliable than any of you."

Yuan Tong smiled but remained silent, following beside Lin Jingchuan's umbrella.

Lin Jingchuan moved the umbrella closer to Yuantong, "Zhou Mei is so eloquent, why are you making things difficult for yourself?"

Do you really think she's reliable?

The question was directed at Ye Qingzhou, but both men were looking at Wen Xichun in front of them.

Wen Xichun walked closely beside Ye Qingzhou, holding up white magnolia-patterned oil-paper umbrellas. From a distance, they looked like rain melting into snow.

The red tassels on the umbrella handle contrasted sharply with the white hair.

An untimely and abrupt thought popped into my head.

What a sight it would be if fresh blood splattered onto that head of white hair!

They had heard about Wen Xichun's murderous appearance, but had never seen it.

After hearing birdsong for the third time, they came to a stone cave.

The cave is warm and dry, making it a good place to spend the night.

The only drawback is that there is only one stone bed.

"Why don't you find a place to sleep on the floor?"

Ye Qingzhou smiled and said, "If you need a blanket, I can generously sponsor one for you."

"No need, I brought it."

Lin Jingchuan, as expected of a young master who grew up pampered, not only had a silk quilt, but also a large pear wood bed.

Yuantong, on the other hand, could only awkwardly reply, "I brought a few golden futons with me."

"I'll ask you for a meditation cushion another day if I want to cultivate."

"You want to cultivate? That's a once-in-a-lifetime dream."

"Hmph! I just woke up too slowly, it's not like I wasn't waking up at all."

The brother and sister bickered whenever they met; they argued constantly when they were close, but missed each other when they were far apart.

While helping Lin Jingchuan make the bed, Yuantong kept grumbling about how Ye Qingzhou didn't cultivate properly and only knew how to sleep.

Ye Qingzhou was extremely annoyed by the repetition. "Try saying that again! Believe me or not, I'll make you drink plain noodles!"

Yuantong then fell silent. He was a vegetarian, but he didn't torture his mouth!

When dinner was mentioned, Lin Jingchuan volunteered to go out and collect firewood, while Wen Xichun skillfully set up the stove.

Yuantong resignedly cleaned the fish that Ye Qingzhou handed him.

"Amitabha, benefactor fish, may you not be reborn as food for others in your next life."

Ye Qingzhou scoffed coldly, "Don't forget to take care of these shrimp and lotus roots, benefactor."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jingchuan chuckled. The mushrooms he was carrying in his pocket fell to the ground. He tried to bend down to pick them up, but he couldn't straighten up from laughing so hard.

He had to put the firewood he was holding aside and squat down to pick mushrooms.

Upon catching sight of the purplish-blue mushrooms, Ye Qingzhou exclaimed in surprise, "Boletus luridus? You picked a whole bag of Boletus luridus while gathering firewood?"

"It's called 'Jianshouqing'? That name is quite fitting. When I first picked it, it was a pale yellow, but it turned green as soon as I picked it. I found it very interesting, so I brought it back."

"Brother Chuan truly has an eye for discovering delicious food."

"Delicious food? How about I grill it right now?"

Ye Qingzhou quickly waved his hand to stop him, "No, absolutely not!"

"Why is this?"

"Brother Chuan, you may not know this, but this mushroom originally grows in the mountainous areas of Yunnan. It sprouts from the soil after the rainy season and has a unique taste. It is a local specialty dish."

The reason it turns blue upon contact with the skin is because this mushroom is poisonous. It must be cooked with plenty of oil and thoroughly cooked. If it's not cooked through, the toxins will remain in the mushroom and, if ingested, can cause dizziness, nausea, vomiting, hallucinations, or even coma.

"We are monks, after all."

"Without spiritual power, our physical abilities might not even be as good as those of ordinary people," Yuantong pointed out the harsh reality.

"Should we still cook Bok Choy?"

Lin Jingchuan was very disappointed. If it wasn't edible or didn't taste good, then so be it.

Ye Qingzhou had said that the Boletus edulis had a unique taste, and he had never eaten such a beautiful mushroom in his life.

"Do!"

Ye Qingzhou uttered a single word with an overwhelming sense of righteousness.

She seemed like a fairy descending to earth, draped in colorful clouds and shimmering with light—at least that's how Lin Jingchuan saw her.

Ye Qingzhou then took out a jar of coconut oil and a bunch of miscellaneous kitchen utensils from his Qiankun bag.

Once the large iron wok was heated over the fire, Ye Qingzhou scooped out a large shovel of oil. When the oil was about 70% hot, he put the fish into the wok, flipped it over, and fried it until cooked. He then added the secret sauce, stir-fried it until fragrant, covered the wok with the lid, and added a spoonful of spring water along the edge of the wok.

"Zhoumei, you actually carry spring water with you! No wonder you're a food connoisseur!"

The Confucian classics of the Central Plains use the term "Daren" to refer to a person who is knowledgeable and capable.

Ye Qingzhou's expertise and dedication to the culinary arts were unparalleled, so Lin Jingchuan quickly put to good use the new words he had learned from Ye Qingzhou a few hours earlier.

Ye Qingzhou said it was too kind of her to praise him, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

After the braised fish was cooked, he had to put even more effort into preparing the braised prawns and put four bamboo tubes into the stove.

Then, another pot of spring water was boiled, the lotus root slices were cooked through, and they were taken out of the pot and drizzled with the prepared sauce.

Next, put the thinly sliced ​​Bok choy into the pot, pour in the prepared sauce, and cover it with a lid.

Ye Qingzhou urged them to eat first, saying, "The mushroom soup will take a long time to prepare, so let's eat the vegetables and bamboo rice first."

"Zhongzhou is a vast and resource-rich land, but this is the first time I've ever eaten bamboo rice."

Lin Jingchuan was very disappointed that he didn't know about such a novel thing.

Perhaps he is too inexperienced.

Actually, that's not the case. Wenxi Chun, who travels all over the world, was also seeing bamboo rice for the first time.

The red panda family feeds on bamboo leaves and owns several bamboo mountains.

Since Ye Qingzhou had nothing better to do, he experimented with many ways to eat bamboo.

But none of this was quite right to explain, so she could only keep smiling, pull out four bamboo tubes, and take out a small knife.

First, use a knife to scrape off the charred outer skin of the bamboo tube. Then, gently tap the bamboo tube repeatedly with the back of the knife to completely separate the bamboo skin from the glutinous rice inside. Next, make a few small slits at the mouth of the bamboo tube with the knife and peel off the bamboo skin piece by piece. The glutinous rice wrapped in the bamboo wall membrane will then be fully revealed.

The fragrance of bamboo blends perfectly with the aroma of glutinous rice, creating an irresistible and delicious treat. The three people and the bear ate it with great relish.

Good food paired with good rice, this meal was truly satisfying.

Lin Jingchuan, in particular, cherished this delicious meal, savoring each bite slowly and carefully, afraid of offending his taste buds.

Once the mushrooms were cooked, he ladled a bowl of mushroom soup into the bamboo rice and used a golden spoon to scoop the soup and rice. "A bowl of soup with rice after the meal is like being in heaven!"