Chapter 334: Dumplings made for this pill

The sky was gray in the morning, making people worried that there might be another heavy snowfall.

Aoki Camp was as busy as ever. The soldiers were busy with various post-war matters. The snow-white ground soon became filled with all kinds of messy footprints and ruts.

The kitchen is even more lively, and the kitchen utensils have been moved to the open space. Fresh vegetables and ingredients are constantly being brought in by carts, and dumplings are being prepared in full swing.

The arrival of one of them made the busy people put down their work and say hello loudly.

Li Mo wasn't ready yet, so he and Huang Donglai came here using a combination of skills.

"Is the Qianlong List going to be released soon?"

"Calculating the days, it's true that this time Shaoxia Li is like a god descending to earth. At this age, there are ten thousand enemies. What young hero can do this?"

"I think in front of Li Shaoxia, the prince of our dynasty may not be called the first genius."

"There is one thing to say. Indeed, after all, the identity of the prince is there. If the Yantian Sect does not rank him first, His Majesty will not be able to show his face. It is difficult to say whether there is any shady story."

"You said that Huang Shaoxia's movements carrying Shaoxia Li on his back are so skillful?"

"Because he's... kind?"

Not long after.

Li Mo and Huang Dong came to the kitchen, where all the generals were busy working, equally enthusiastic.

Wu Lang was carrying his thick-backed golden ring knife to chop melons and vegetables. The guard next to him, who must have practiced martial arts with strength, was making dough.

Qu, the white-haired leader who was the most down-to-earth, was mixing dumpling fillings.

"Uncle Qu, don't you want to dye your hair back?"

Li Mo released the combo skill and asked casually.

At first glance, this gray hair makes Qu Sheng's deep and steady temperament become much more down-to-earth.

It is easy to think of middle-aged family breadwinners who work hard for life and age very quickly.

"No more fuss."

Qu Sheng squinted his eyes seriously and kept moving his hands: "I am studying something very important."

"Um?"

Li Mo immediately became solemn, while the word 'important' rarely came out of Qu Sheng's mouth.

"Moreover, I have already used the martial arts of the Gatekeeper, a Cloud-Climbing Palm, and a Golden Silk Cloud-Slashing Sword, but I still can't win it."

"What can't you take?"

"Dumpling stuffing."

Qu Sheng brought over a plate of dumpling fillings.

Li Mo: "..."

This pork has suffered too much damage that it shouldn't have to endure.

"There's too much cabbage, and the pork is too fat. It's best for the fillings of the dumplings to be alternately fat and thin, and cut into fine pieces..."

Chef Li can't do it himself now, but he still gave technical guidance.

"This is also a science, and it takes a lot of effort."

"Why did the commander think of himself and dumpling stuffing today?"

"When I left home, my family ate in town. They ate pork and green onion dumplings. I ate them many times and never tasted that taste again. I've never tasted them again."

Qu Sheng recalled the taste of that plate of dumplings.

But after all, I haven’t been back home for thirty or forty years, so I may not even remember the shape of the dumplings, let alone the taste.

"Why don't you try this? This is a secret recipe passed down from our ancestors. I won't tell ordinary people."

"oh?"

Qu Sheng took the ancestral dumpling filling recipe given by Li Mo and studied it with great interest, as if he had learned some profound secret book.

And a prompt sounded in Li Mo's mind:

[Congratulations to the host for successfully investing in Qu Sheng and helping him find the taste of his hometown. 】

[Investment feedback: Returning Arrow. 】

[Homecoming Arrow]: "Write the name on the tail of the arrow, and it will be sent to the person you want, provided that the person is still alive."

Li Mo was stunned.

Commander Qu can obviously provide normal investment feedback.

How come Aoki City was defended but there was no feedback?

The Divine Eye of Destiny was activated, and Li Mo looked at Qu Sheng, who was reading the dumpling filling recipe.

[Name: Qu Sheng]

【Age: 52】

[Root Bone: Jinliang Jade Bone (changed the day after tomorrow)]

[Realm: Third level of exterior scene. 】

[Destiny: Black]

[Evaluation: Born with a mortal body, mediocre qualifications, a life of busy work, born in sorrow, but fortunately died in peace and happiness. 】

[Recent encounters: Burning life span, overdrafting the location, leaving a feeling of homesickness, longing to be supported until the return of Zhennan King, hanging the seal to return to his hometown and returning to his roots. 】

Li Mo suddenly understood why he didn't get feedback from Qu Sheng.

Because he didn't change the other person's fate.

Qu Sheng will still die in the defense battle of Qingmu City, just earlier and later. And Qu Sheng obviously did not successfully wait for the King of Zhennan, and eventually died in a foreign country.

"Li Shaoxia, do you think this is right?"

A basin of newly made dumpling fillings was brought to the table.

"Yes."

Li Mo's frown relaxed and he nodded.

Xiao Li Tiancai thought for a moment and then suggested:

"How can you eat dumplings without a little luck? When we make dumplings, let's put something in them."

"Yes, for good luck, what should I put in it?"

"Put some money aside."

Huang Donglai excitedly pointed to his missing front tooth. He had only eaten dumplings once in his life, but he ate so hard that his front tooth collapsed on the copper.

Later he became very cautious.

"Okay."

Li Mozheng had this intention.

Bang--

Several wooden boxes hit the ground heavily, and Li Mo didn't have time to count the money invested in the feedback. Fortunately, they were all stuffed into the boxes, and there were fifty or sixty mouthfuls in them.

"What is this?"

"Silver notes."

"?"

The kitchen was a little quiet for a while. Wu Lang picked up a piece of paper with one thousand taels written on it.

Three boxes, all of them. He didn't dare to burn paper for his ancestors like this.

Huang Donglai was used to it and shook his head and said:

"Brother Li, how can silver notes be put into the pot to cook? It's better to exchange them for copper coins and silver corners."

"That makes sense."

"Well, the key is tens of thousands of people. There are so many dumplings. I'm afraid that no matter how many silver notes there are, they won't be enough to distribute..."

"That's not necessarily true."

"???"

So thumb-sized golden beans were made and wrapped in the dumpling stuffing.

"Hey, Donglai, help me."

"What's wrong?"

Huang Donglai didn't know why he was looking for him again. He put down his work and went over.

Student Li glanced at Qu Sheng and found that our Great Commander Qingmu took the wrapped dumplings and went out to the snow to cool down. Then he took something out of his sleeve.

"Remember to make a mark in this dumpling, don't lose it when cooking."

"What is this?"

"Top-grade precious pill."

"Hiss..."

Huang Donglai made a tactical retreat.

Top-grade precious pill, this priceless thing, you use it to make dumplings?

It's really awesome.

"I made these dumplings just for this pill."

Li Mo patted his shoulder, signaling the steady Donglai brother not to say anything.

Then he went to other cooks and took out his special barbecue soul juice.

Today's winter solstice celebration banquet is barbecue with dumplings.

I'm teaching the recipe.