Interstellar boss, she doesn't talk about martial arts

Chapter 946 The First Pot of Gold (First Update)
This time, Qin Wanglan finally got permission from the leader of the Kingdom of Families to enter and exit the North District military camp at will to investigate the origin of the "bloody water".

I didn’t expect to see such a scene after I went there…

He was holding a breath in his heart, and his whole body seemed to explode, but with a warm smile on his face, he returned to his royal city army command center.

Xia Chujian's fried dough sticks also happened to be the first batch of fried dough sticks.

When she took out a foot-long, golden-yellow fried dough stick that was fat and crispy on the outside and noisy on the inside, the aroma of wheat mixed with the aroma of oil instantly spread to the entire West District, even to the North District, Central District and Eastside spread.

Xia Chujian also felt that it was very exaggerated.

what happened?

How come the scent of this fried dough stick is so outrageous? !

Xia Chujian couldn't help but pick up the first fried dough stick she fried with her chopsticks, put it in her mouth and took a bite.

The crisp and fragrant taste explodes in the mouth, as if all the taste buds have been awakened, and every cell in the body is eager to be nourished.

It’s not like Xia Chujian has never eaten fried dough sticks.

Aunt Xia Yuanfang's fried dough sticks are unsurpassed in her mind.

But this time, when she took a bite of the fried dough sticks she fried, she found that the taste far surpassed the fried dough sticks fried by her aunt.

Taking a bite of these fried dough sticks, which smells oily but does not meet health requirements, brings a sense of satisfaction and fullness, and even cleanses one's mind and spirit.

The pleasure brought by food seems to be able to heal the wounds of the soul and spirit...

There are also real physical feelings.

Delicious, delicious, just delicious!

The homesickness that had been building up for many days at the beginning of Xia, and was almost on the verge of breaking out, was released at this moment.

She simply took another bite before putting the fried dough stick she had eaten on another plate.

This is her dinner, not for sale.

She then fried the remaining fritters.

While she was frying fried dough sticks, many more diners came over one after another.

They gathered around the door of Xiaoxin Food Shop where Xia Chu met, pointing at the one-foot-long golden stick she exploded.

"Boss Hua, are you creating something new?"

"What is this? It looks like fried noodles, but it looks better than fried noodles and smells great! - How do you plan to sell it?"

“This stuff not only looks delicious, it definitely tastes better!”

"Boss Hua, what kind of oil are you using? It's much cleaner than the oil I use at home!"

"Boss Hua, I'll give you an iron clan coin, can you buy one right away? I'm so hungry!"

The last person shouted impatiently, making everyone laugh.

Xia Chujian looked up and smiled, then wrote on the small whiteboard.

[See you at the beginning of summer]: Today’s item - fried dough sticks, each one with iron family coins.

When everyone saw it, they were all in an uproar: "Huh?! You really want an iron clan coin?!"

"One iron clan coin is worth a thousand tin clan coins! One thousand tin clan coins can buy even the best pork!"

"Can this thing taste better than fine pork?!"

Xia Chu smiled but said nothing.

Whether it tastes good or not, you’ll know after just one bite.

However, she will not provide tastings.

This is Jiang Taigong fishing, and anyone who wishes will take the bait.

If it can be sold, she sells it. If it can't be sold, she keeps it for herself to eat because she wants it.

The onlookers looked at the high price and hesitated for a moment.

Only the first person who wanted to buy a fried dough stick with an iron clan coin immediately threw out an iron clan coin and said, "Give me one!"

Xia Chujian took the iron clan coins, picked one up for him with long bamboo chopsticks, wrapped it in oil paper and handed it over.

The man took the oil paper bag and immediately took a bite of the golden, crispy, tender and soft fried dough sticks, exuding the aroma of wheat and oil.

Just hearing a soft click, the man closed his eyes and chewed slowly.

This was a taste he had never tasted before.

It was true that he had never eaten fried noodles before, but no fried noodles had such a mind-blowing aroma, as well as a full feeling of fullness and satisfaction.

He was originally angry with his family and the customers of his shop today. He just felt that life was gloomy and his future was bleak, and he wished he could die.

He just said that he would use an iron clan coin to buy this novel food, which was also a self-defeating idea.

Thinking about spending an unprecedented high price to buy something you want to eat before you die, it would not be a waste to come to this world...

But after taking a few bites, the congestion in my heart seemed to suddenly clear up.

He no longer struggled, and he no longer had any thoughts of seeking death.

But while eating, he was thinking, there is nothing important except death. He is not even afraid of death, why is he afraid of just a few thorns? !
fine!

Think about it carefully, and after passing this level, you will reach a higher level!
After finishing the fried dough sticks, he laughed heartily, turned around and bowed his head to Xia Chujian, saying, "Thank you, Boss Hua, for the delicious food! Save my life!"

He said this carelessly, making people think that he was thanking the delicious food for bringing him pleasure. No one realized that he meant "save my life" in a literal sense.

When Xia Chu saw it, he vaguely sensed this meaning. He smiled and nodded, thinking to himself, this person is really good. He spent a high price to buy her things, but he still wanted to thank her...

It seems that he must have the same feelings as her. Xia Chujian looked at the fried dough sticks he had fried and was secretly amazed.

Is it the dough or the oil?

Why are the feelings before and after so different?
When the other diners saw this scene, their eyes widened in disbelief. They looked between Xia Chujian and the diner who had just left, strongly suspecting that it was a trap!
It's a sitter from Xiaoxin Food Shop!

They also own a restaurant, who doesn’t know who they are? !
However, the aroma of the fried dough sticks increased instead of decreasing, making them irresistible.

So one by one, they rushed in, holding iron clan coins to buy a fried dough stick.

Xia Chujian fried about thirty-one deep-fried dough sticks. Excluding the ones she had already taken two bites of, there were only thirty left. She sold twenty-nine dough sticks in an instant.

In the end, only a fat fried dough stick was left, exuding lingering fragrance in a bamboo tube that can drain the oil.

There were about a dozen diners present.

So many people, staring at this fried dough stick, almost got into a fight.

But in the end, none of them got the fried dough stick.

Because Qin Wanglan is here.

This time, he did not stand at the end and look at everyone. Instead, he asked his mechanical guards to clear the way in front, pushed aside all the people lining up in front, and stood in front of Xia Chujian's oil pot.

He stared at the small whiteboard hanging diagonally on Xia Chujian's body and said, "...Isn't this fried noodles? What is the 'youtiao' you wrote?"

Xia Chujian writes on the small whiteboard.

[Xia Chujian]: I don’t know about fried noodles, but this thing I made is fried dough sticks.

Qin Wanglan's pupils shrank, but he still maintained a little curiosity on the surface, and continued to ask: "Double dough sticks? I've never heard of it."

After a pause, he asked again: "How do you know how to fry fried dough sticks? Who taught you?"

Xia Chujian actually wanted to say that it was his own original craft, but when he thought of his aunt, he was still a little ashamed.

Because this is not original to her, but to her aunt.

Although my aunt said it came from the Xia family's recipe, Xia Chujian is no longer a child.

It was okay to lie to her when I was a kid, but not now.

How can their Xia family have any recipes?
Xia Chujian's thoughts suddenly changed and he wrote these words on the small whiteboard.

[Xia Chujian]: This is what my aunt taught me. My aunt's cooking is much more delicious than mine.

Qin Wanglan's figure stiffened slightly, her hands trembled slightly, and she hurriedly put them behind her back.

He tried his best to remain calm and continued to ask with a smile: "Really? Your aunt can also make fried dough sticks? What is her name and where did she learn it?"

Xia Chujian felt that Qin Wanglan's question was a bit strange.

It's understandable to ask where you learned it from, but it's a bit impolite to ask your aunt's name.

We don’t know each other, what’s your name?

Xia Chujian rolled his eyes with disdain in his heart, but still kept a smile on his face, thinking that if you ask, I will lose if I tell the truth!
She wrote on the small whiteboard: My aunt's name is Hua Yixin, which she learned from a book.

When Qin Wanglan saw the three words "Hua Yixin", his pupils shrank suddenly, and the smile on his face seemed to freeze.

His eyes fell on those three words involuntarily. After looking at them for a long time, he saw that the diners behind him were getting impatient, and he boldly asked: "Commander of the Qin Army, do you want to buy it?!"

"If you don't buy it, we can..."

Qin Wanglan came to his senses, raised his hand to stop the people behind him from screaming, and said calmly: "I will buy..."

Those behind who were pushed away by his mechanical guards were very reluctant and shouted: "There must be someone who comes first, right?!"

"You're cutting in line!"

Qin Wanglan didn't even look back, he took out a golden coin as big as a button and said, "A golden family coin."

As soon as he said this, the diners behind him became silent.

Are you kidding...

A gold family coin can buy a three-entry house in the best area of ​​the royal city!

As expected of the army commander of the royal city, he really has too much money to spend...

Qin Wanglan put the button-sized gold family coin into Xia Chujian's hand, and then took the fried dough stick out of her bamboo basket.

When he turned around, he took a bite of the fried dough sticks.

The smell made him burst into tears instantly.

He hurriedly raised his head and looked at the tall black tower in front of him. While chewing, he let the tears that almost burst out of his eyes slowly recede.

Xia Chujian couldn't see all this, but he was just thinking. He hadn't asked the commander of the Qin Army how their "fried noodles" were made...

What she didn't know was that Qin Wanglan returned to his office in the Royal City Army Command Center and locked himself in there all night.

But Xia Chujian could only look at the button-sized golden coins with joy, thinking to herself that she had finally made her first pot of gold on her own!
……

The next day when Xia Chujian opened the door and prepared noodles, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

As soon as the door panel opened, she saw Qin Wanglan standing at the door of her shop.

He was still wearing the same military uniform as yesterday, but it was wrinkled and not as straight as yesterday.

His eyes were all red and bloodshot, and there was a green shadow of stubble on his lower jaw.

The whole person looked haggard and decadent, as if he hadn't slept in a long time.

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