Chapter 18 Mo Yanqiu

The lobby of Zhou's outer courtyard.

The room was brightly lit.

A huge pottery tripod was placed above the fire, with firewood burning crackling underneath.

In the pottery pot, large pieces of beef rolled in the boiling soup, rising and falling with the bubbles, emitting an enticing aroma. The color of the beef gradually changed from bright red to golden yellow, and then to deep brown, with a shiny oily surface, making people salivate.

The aroma of beef permeates the air as the heat rises.

"Gulu...Gulu..."

The surrounding farmers sat around the cauldron, holding wooden bowls and rough wooden chopsticks, staring at the beef and swallowing their saliva.

The cooking lady would stir the soup gently with a long-handled spoon from time to time.

Then he scooped out a piece of beef with a large spoon, looked at the color, and when he felt it was almost cooked, he carefully put it into everyone's bowl.

More than a dozen farmers each had a full bowl, plus some vegetables cooked together. It was the first time they had eaten beef in their lives.

A few farmers ate half of it and were reluctant to finish it, so they thought of taking it home to let their children and mothers try it.

Mo Yanqiu walked out of the crowd carrying three or five servings of sliced ​​beef and a dish of red sauce, and said to the woman in the bamboo hat who was standing alone with a long knife in her arms:
“This, with the dipping sauce, is delicious.”

Sit down on the spot, put the beef slices aside, pick up the beef slices with chopsticks, and roll them twice in the red sauce.

The woman slowly took off her hat, revealing a baby face, big clear and bright eyes, and a small and straight nose. She looked very cute, but her expression was as cold as ice.

"Ah."

Gao Feixue said the word in a haughty tone. In fact, her stomach had been growling with hunger for a long time. She just wanted to maintain her image as an "expert" in front of the Lord of the Spirit Realm, and didn't want to show that she had never seen the world.

I heard from a senior that if you remain mysterious and aloof, you can 'wait for the right price'!
Seeing that Mo Yanqiu finally remembered him, Gao Feixue was no longer polite. He quickly picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of beef slice, and rolled it a few times in the bright red sauce, imitating Mo Yanqiu.

The beef slices absorb the rich aroma of the sauce and are coated with a layer of oil, making them look even more tempting.

Swallow it in one gulp!
"This, this..." Gao Feixue suddenly paused, his eyes widened.

Mo Yanqiu raised his eyebrows: "Not to your liking?"

In winter, boiled meat with greens and wild vegetables, and paired with the soul-stirring sauce prepared by the little man, this is the favorite food of several friends.

Ever since the little boy invented hotpot, everyone's favorite thing to do in winter is to get together and follow the little boy to steal things. She would use the herbs at home to make sauces and mix them together to stew.

Each person has a pair of chopsticks, sitting together, feeling steaming and warm.

Mo Yanqiu thought of those happy days, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it quickly disappeared.

Gao Feixue chewed it in big mouthfuls, lowered his head and swallowed the piece of beef. He glanced at Zhou Qingshan not far away, and seeing that he was not paying attention to this side, he whispered:
"Wow... It's so delicious... Is this what you call hot pot?! Spicy?! No wonder you want to come back here so much!"

There was a hint of disbelief in his voice.

The delicious taste instantly exploded on her tongue. The meat was tender and juicy, and the spicy sauce blended perfectly with her, bringing her an unprecedented taste impact.

The food we ate before was also just boiled! boiled! boiled! boiled! boiled!
Damn it, just cook it!

Gao Feixue used to not believe what kind of delicacies the nobles ate. No matter how delicious they were, how good could they be?

It's not like she hasn't tasted the 'delicious dishes' in the restaurants on the streets of Black Cloud City. They were just like that. They added some salt, cooked it to look better, added two slices of green vegetables in the soup, and then charged her several times the price. She cursed while eating it!
And there were only chicken, pork, goose, and fish, and there was a smell of fishy smell, but it was also a rare delicacy. Beef was precious and only nobles could eat it.

Don’t think that warriors can enjoy delicious food and fish. That’s just wishful thinking!

A warrior is the beginning of a family's decline... A warrior eats more than ordinary people, it costs money to buy medicine, it costs money to eat meat, there is no land at home, and there is no need to fight in the war, so there is no salary for joining the army and they can only do hard labor.

Gao Feixue's biggest wish is to marry a lord or noble with a fiefdom, and then eat meat every day...

Unfortunately, the nobility valued ladies from noble families and people of equal social status, but her family didn't even have a threshold.

Mo Yanqiu looked at Gao Feixue's changes and a smile appeared in his eyes: "If it tastes good, eat more."

"Need I tell you?" Gao Feixue muttered in a low voice, picked up the chopsticks and started to work hard. After a while, Gao Feixue picked up the chopsticks and picked up an empty one. The beef for three or five people was eaten up in an instant.

Mo Yanqiu whispered, "Not full?"

Gao Feixue touched her stomach and felt warm all over, and nodded heavily.

Bullshit, such delicious beef, she can eat another one...

Gao Feixue raised her head and looked at the steaming pottery pot not far away. She unconsciously licked the remaining sauce on her lips, leaving an endless aftertaste.

Just at this moment, Zhou Qingshan came over with a large plate of beef slices for ten people and sat down:

"I know you warriors have big appetites. Eat more. If it's not enough, there's more."

This ox weighs about 300 kilograms. If there were no warriors, it would be enough to feed a thousand people for a meal, but there are only a few people here.

"Isn't this embarrassing?"

Although Gao Feixue spoke politely, her actions did not hesitate at all. She picked up a piece of beef with chopsticks, dipped it skillfully in the sauce, and ate it with relish as if no one was around.

Zhou Qingshan didn't care about Gao Feixue's behavior. He turned to look at Mo Yanqiu and forced a warm smile:
"Sister Yanqiu, long time no see."

Mo Yanqiu's eyes fell on Zhou Qingshan, and she saw that he was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were chapped, and he was exhausted. She had never seen him like this before, and her heart tightened. She replied softly:
"Little Master, long time no see."

After a pause, Mo Yanqiu continued with a hint of self-blame, "Zhang Peng was valued by the Black Cloud City Spiritual Weapon Family and was recruited as a guard. He said that he would remember the young master's kindness and would repay him in the future."

Zhang Peng is the grandson of Manager Zhang. He is about the same age as Zhou Qingshan, both are sixteen years old.

Zhou Qingshan heard this, covered his mouth and coughed twice, revealing a bitter smile: "I'll keep it in mind, and I'll repay you in the future..."

Manager Zhang learned from his letter that his elder brother had been missing for three months. The first thing he did was to secretly unite with the Liu family and prepare to sell Shengfengling. His mind was also on squeezing out the last bit of resources in his hands to pave the way for Zhang Peng's martial arts.

return?

He couldn't afford this reward.

Gao Feixue chewed the beef and raised his head to join the conversation:

"That Zhang Peng, his talent is just barely average in the martial arts hall.

Yanqiu was rated as a martial arts talent of "Black Iron" in the martial arts hall. Master Li from the martial arts mountain gate valued her talent and wanted to recruit her into the mountain gate, but Yanqiu refused. "

"Alas... I don't know what's so good about your little rural spiritual realm. Yan Qiu had to come here. His future is worrying..."

Gao Feixue sighed.

This talent in martial arts does not represent everything. Potential is only for the future, and resources are the key.

The noble family has a share of "spiritual seeds". Zhang Peng has average talent. After taking spiritual seeds, elixirs, and exotic beast meat, his strength will surely improve by leaps and bounds, and his cultivation speed will advance by leaps and bounds.

But Mo Yanqiu was in a miserable situation. He was hungry. Not only could he not improve his cultivation, but he couldn't even continue practicing.

Zhang Peng practices once every one or two days, while Mo Yanqiu practices once every one or two weeks. The gap will only get bigger and bigger.

Although Zhou Qingshan didn't know much about the evaluation of the "Black Iron" of the Martial Arts Hall, he knew that Mo Yanqiu's potential was definitely far beyond Zhang Peng.

He looked at Mo Yanqiu. She was wearing simple leather armor. She was dusty and there was blood on her face. She couldn't hide a trace of fatigue, but her eyes revealed determination. She resolutely gave up her bright future, braved the wind and snow, and returned to the barren Shengfeng Territory without fear of difficulties.

Zhou Qingshan felt a warm current in his heart and was deeply touched.

"Is it worth it?" Somehow, he suddenly asked in a low voice.

Mo Yanqiu stared at Zhou Qingshan for a long time, and said word by word:

"I have vowed that after I have learned enough, I will serve my country. Shengfengling is my country, my home, and my roots!"

(End of this chapter)