I've been transported to the orc continent.

Bai Ling found a round tree branch, peeled off the outer bark, cut it into sticks about the length of two palms, and started rolling out noodles.

Rolling out noodles isn't difficult. In his previous life, Bai Ling was a northerner whose family mainly ate wheat-based foods. Making dumplings, steamed buns, noodles, and pancakes were all easy for him. In this life, he hasn't lost his skills in making wheat-based foods, and he quickly rolled the flour into a large pancake.

Sprinkle some flour on the pancake, then fold it into a thumb-sized shape. Holding a shell knife in one hand and pressing the thumb of the other hand onto the pancake, Bai Ling begins to cut noodles.

Not far away, the earthenware pot on the fire pit was bubbling away, and the aroma of stewed meat and sausage kept wafting into Bai Ling's nose.

Bai Ling was already surrounded by children and cubs. He had been busy with various things lately and hadn't cooked anything delicious for a long time. Today, he made some new food. The adults were too embarrassed to come and see, but the children and cubs didn't care and all gathered around.

The cubs couldn't speak; they just stared at Bai Ling with their big, wet eyes. The children, however, were different. They chattered away, each with several questions.

Bai Ling didn't find it troublesome at all; he answered all the children's questions.

After cutting the noodles, Bai Ling placed them on a spare steamer. He sprinkled some flour on the noodles and then continued rolling them out.

The noodles were all rolled out, and the sausages next to them were steamed. Bai Ling steamed a whole steamer of sausages. He took the steamer off and put it aside. After the sausages cooled down a bit, Bai Ling cut some sausages and gave them to the children and cubs.

The children and cubs cheered, and Bai Ling waved her hand: "Alright, you all disperse. There's a fire pit here; it's not safe."

After the children dispersed, Bai Ling put one-third of the sausages from the steamer into a basket on her back, walked to the other side of the square, and found an old orc.

This beastman is named Chun, a lynx beastman. Lynxes are very good at climbing trees, and Chun's whole family are lynx beastmen. Not long ago, his son brought home a nest of bird eggs, and Bai Ling wanted to trade some sausages for some bird eggs from Chun.

Chun took the sausage and said, "Ling, there are nine bird eggs at home. I'll give them all to you."

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After exchanging the bird eggs, Bai Ling's younger brother Chen and father Feng also returned. Chen was circling around the noodles when he saw his brother return. Chen's eyes lit up: "Brother, is this noodles? How do you eat this?"

Bai Ling said, "It should be cooked."

Feng asked from the side, "Ling, is it cooked with the eggs?"

Bai Ling shook her head: "No, eggs should be fried."

Bai Ling lit another fire, put water in the earthenware pot and boiled it on the fire. Then he washed the stone slab he usually used at home, dried it on the fire, brushed it with animal fat and started frying eggs.

The moment the bird egg and the animal fat came into contact, they sizzled. Then the egg quickly solidified, with the egg white and yolk clearly separated, making it very eye-catching.

Since Bai Ling invented the method of frying meat, people in the tribe often fry food. After experimentation by the tribe members, they found that fried meat tastes very good, but fried vegetables taste very bad. As for bird eggs, no one in the tribe has tried it yet; the tribe members usually boil the bird eggs whole.

Chen was practically drooling. He had no idea that fried bird eggs smelled so good. Even though he hadn't tasted any bird eggs yet, just the smell told him they were delicious.

The bird eggs were fried, and the water in the earthenware pot next to them was boiling. Bai Ling first threw the washed greens into the earthenware pot to blanch them before starting to cook the noodles.

The noodles are easy to cook; they're done after the water boils twice.

A dozen or so earthenware bowls were lined up on the stone. Bai Ling used a strainer to scoop the noodles into the bowls, then ladled out most of the bowls of bone broth with a spoon, added sliced ​​sausage, fried quail eggs, and blanched vegetables. A bowl of noodles was ready.

With its slightly yellow noodles, golden-brown fried egg, vibrant green vegetables, and rich bone broth, this bowl of noodles looks incredibly delicious.

Bai Ling gave the first bowl of noodles to her father: "Father, today is Chen's birthday, but it is also your day of suffering. This bowl of noodles should be yours."

Feng stood there somewhat at a loss. Orcs were generally straightforward and rarely had such sentimental moments. Feng was genuinely unaccustomed to his son saying such emotional things.

Chen chimed in from the side, "Father, this first bowl of noodles is definitely yours." He flashed a bright white smile and said, "Father, hurry up and take it, I'm starving."

Feng's eyes reddened slightly. He took the ceramic bowl from his son's hands, unable to suppress the smile on his lips: "Yes, I'll eat now."

The second bowl of noodles was naturally for Chen. Before Bai Ling could hand it to him, Chen picked up the bowl himself and said, "Brother, I'll eat first."

Chen held the ceramic bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other. He didn't care that the noodles were too hot; he picked up a mouthful of noodles and put it in his mouth.

The aroma of starch immediately filled my entire mouth.

Chen had never eaten food that tasted like this before. The noodles weren't as fragrant as meat or as sweet as sweet grass, but they had a special flavor. When he swallowed a mouthful of noodles, his whole body seemed to cheer because he felt a satisfaction he had never experienced before.

This satisfaction flowed down his throat and into his limbs, making him feel as if he were about to fly.

Chen couldn't control herself at all and started gulping down the noodles.

The third bowl of noodles was for Bai Ling; the rest of the noodles were distributed among the children and cubs.

The children ate from the ceramic bowls, while the cubs were taken home by their parents along with the bowls.

After serving the noodles, Bai Ling sat on a rock, holding the ceramic bowl, but instead of eating first, she took a deep breath of the aroma of the noodles.

Amidst the rich aromas of bones, meat, and eggs, the fragrance of noodles was the least noticeable, yet it was what excited Bai Ling the most.

The fragrance captivated him, intoxicated him, and almost brought him to tears.

He finally ate noodles, which was such a rare and hard-won thing.

Bai Ling took another deep breath of the aroma of the noodles, then picked up her chopsticks and, with an almost reverent heart, slowly picked up a mouthful of noodles and put it in her mouth.

The noodles were very chewy and elastic, and even a little bit scratchy on the throat. This was because the wheat bran in the flour hadn't been completely removed. But when it comes to being able to eat noodles, scratchy throat is nothing.

With each bite of noodles, the aroma of starch filled Bai Ling's mouth, making every cell in her body stir with excitement, and then she began to cheer.

Bai Ling ate very slowly, chewing and swallowing slowly. If she had paper and pen at hand, she would even write down her feelings at that moment.

The kind that starts at 1,000 words.