ATBLM [QT] Chapter 147.1

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The chicken that was delivered to the door was naturally caught by Ling Yuan.

Jiang Rui slaughtered and cleaned it, put a little salt on the outside, and stuffed the inside with diced mountain mushrooms and bamboo shoots. There were no lotus leaves nearby, but there was a bamboo forest, so she picked many bamboo leaves and wrapped the chicken, then she wrapped it again with a layer of mud, and buried it under the fire.

After it was finished, the two of them looked at each other around the fire.

“That’s right!” Jiang Rui suddenly clapped her hands, “I should also make a wild vegetable soup!”

She immediately got up and searched around the cave, and sure enough, she found an earthen jar left by a hunter. She washed it with some rainwater, then threw all the mustard greens, wild mushrooms, and spring bamboo shoots that she could find into the pot and cooked a full pot.

After doing this, she held her chin and sat by the fire again, staring at the earthen pot and the fire without blinking.

Ling Yuan said to himself that he didn’t care about appetite. But seeing her being so focused, he couldn’t help but become a little interested, “How long do you want to simmer the chicken?”

“Just wait until the wild vegetable soup is ready.” Jiang Rui said expectantly.

The earthen jar was sizzling by the fire, and the fragrance of wild vegetables slowly spread in the cave. Jiang Rui took a deep breath, intending to scoop up some soup to taste its saltiness, but she reached out and found that there was nothing at hand.

“What?” Seeing her pause, Ling Yuan asked.

Jiang Rui blinked, “Owner, we don’t have bowls or spoons. How can we drink the soup later?”

This was indeed a problem. Even a martial arts master could not drink soup with two chopsticks.

Ling Yuan thought for a while, then said ‘Wait a moment’, and controlled the wheelchair out of the cave. After a while, he dragged back the bamboo.

His sword was useful again. He cut the bamboo into sections like green onions, and each section had a bamboo joint on the back to make a simple bowl. He also made spoons from the thinner branches at the end of the bamboo.

The two bamboo bowls he made at first were a bit rough, but when he made the spoons later, he even had the time to carve two patterns on them.

The two pairs of prepared bowls and chopsticks were placed on the stones in the cave. Jiang Rui looked around and said with a smile: “The Owner’s craftsmanship is really good. There is no lint on the cut surface, and there are patterns on it. It can be sold directly at the market.”

Ling Yuan held a sword and put the sword into its sheath. Hearing this, he shook his head and laughed. She really regarded him as a showman.

“From your point of view, how much money can this set be sold for?” He said leisurely.

“Hmm…” Jiang Rui glanced at him, a little hesitant.

Ling Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, “Just put it straight.”

“All right,” Jiang Rui pursed her lower lip and said straightforwardly, “There should be someone who buys it for ten cents.”

Ling Yuan’s raised brows never dropped. The craftsmanship of the Owner of Mingshan Village was only worth ten cents?

You should know that there are people in the world who offer thousands of gold, just to show his sword out of its sheath. When did a man with a sword become so worthless?

It must be this little cook who didn’t know the goods.

He clasped his fingers on the armrest and was about to speak when the little cook added: “But if people know that it was made by the Owner of the village, then there will be people willing to buy it even if it costs a thousand gold. They definitely didn’t buy it to hold dishes and soup, but to put it on the shelf like antique calligraphy and paintings.”

He stopped talking, picked up a bamboo bowl, and looked at it carefully, and suddenly, he burst into laughter. What the little cook said was right. Without his identity as the Owner of Mingshan Village, wouldn’t these pieces of bamboo be worth only a few cents?

No wonder people all over the world are obsessed with fame and fortune. Fame and fortune are indeed good things.

Not long after the soup was ready, Jiang Rui removed the earthen pot and the fire, dug out the beggar’s chicken, and patted open the mud seal. Suddenly, the freshness of bamboo leaves and the mellow aroma of chicken filled the entire cave.

Although it was only seasoned with salt, the savory flavor of mountain mushrooms and spring bamboo shoots in the chicken belly penetrated into the meat, and it filled up the chicken juice. There was no need for other seasonings.

After eating the meat, they drank a bowl of wild vegetable soup to relieve the greasiness. The slightly hot soup slid into the stomach, dissipating the coolness brought by the rain, and their whole body became warmer from the inside out.

Jiang Rui boiled another watt of hot water, and the two of them simply wiped their faces and hands.

When the rain stopped, the clouds and mist dispersed, and many stars were scattered in the deep blue sky.

Sitting at the entrance of the cave, Ling Yuan slightly raised his eyes to look at the distant sky. The night wind was mixed with the sound of swaying vegetation, and there was also a trace of undetectable movement.

“Does the Owner want to take a rest?”

He turned back and looked into the cave. It was completely dark inside and was only illuminated by the fire. The little cook was making a thatched bed sideways, half of her body was hidden in the darkness, and the other half was exposed in the warm firelight. The dim light illuminated her extraordinarily soft side face.

“You rest. I’ll watch the night.”