Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 8 Pot, My Black and Shiny Iron Pot
Aning looked at him a few times. He had traveled all over the village and had never seen this person. His appearance made Aning feel strange.

"Yes, you can eat at Shangshiji at the intersection in front of you." After Aning said, he asked again: "Aren't you a local?"

The old man was hunched, trembling while holding a dead branch, swallowing his saliva non-stop, as if he hadn't eaten for many days.

He answered Aning's question first, "No, I'm from..." He paused for a moment, "It should be said that we came from Sanshan Yong'an."

He glanced at Aning's expression, waved his hand towards the distance, and a small dark figure appeared on the empty road.

Aning frowned a bit: "You guys came together? From Sanshan Yong'an?" His voice was imperceptibly oppressive: "There are hundreds of miles from Yong'an to Quanjun."

There was a flash of avoidance in the old man's eyes, "Yes, the three mountains were also plagued by locusts, and almost everyone died. We escaped from Yong'an."

He was afraid that Ah Ning would not believe him, so he said: "We have walked for more than ten days, dying and getting sick, fighting bears and tigers along the way, gnawing bark, eating weeds, and then there are yellow grasses everywhere. Sha, I can’t find a single grass seed in the ground. I haven’t eaten anything for three or four days since I came here.”

Aning lowered his eyes slightly, and after listening to him, he didn't know what he was thinking.After a while, he said, "Are you the patriarch?"

The old man nodded, "Yes, I am the patriarch of Sanshan, and my name is Dan."

Aning asked again: "Since there is no food, why don't you ask your local big witch for help?"

He knew that the great witch's influence spread all over Minyue, and that the great witch could determine disasters from the sky, diseases in the world, and a person's life and death with a single word.

The people of Minyue believe in the Great Witch very much. In their eyes, the Great Witch is the messenger of God, and they are the apostles of the Great Witch.

Shandan's lips moved and trembled for a moment, but he couldn't speak.

After a long while, he finally choked out a sentence: "If you have the ability, please help us."

Aning stared at him for a moment, and after thinking about it, he said: "You can bring a few people with me, and you can bring food back to you and your people."

Shandan nodded his head repeatedly when he heard the words, and called a dozen men to follow behind him.

Aning frowned, "Too many." He walked into the crowd and kissed five people, "Come with me."

Others cast their eyes on Shandan, "Patriarch, what should we do?"

Shandan comforted: "You just wait here, I will bring the food back to everyone."

Aning said: "There are many vacant houses here, you can find a house to settle down first."

Everyone smiled.

Aning led the people to find an empty room, and after settling them down, he told them again: "This place is different from Shandan, and you are foreign visitors. If it is not for me and your patriarch to come back, don't open the door easily. Also don't go out."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and Aning left with Shandan and the five men he selected.

At that time, Gu Jingzhao was building a stove in the kitchen, and the bronze triple cooker used by the original owner could not fit the iron pot that the system rewarded him.Jing Zhao had to build a stove before cooking.

Qinghe and his two children were lighting a fire in the clay stove that he had piled up for him. After the stove was lit, they poured cold water on it, and the stove was basically completed.

Jing Zhao looked at the stove in front of him, which looked like a burnt wheat stove, and let out a bad "tsk".Ugly is really ugly, and there are not enough materials. It is already the limit to make it like this.

Jing Zhao could only convince himself to use the old one first, and rebuild a good one later when he had a chance.

Jing Zhao crawled out from under the stove, with a disheveled face, but a pair of peach blossom eyes sparkled, "Really? There are dozens of people?"

Aning folded his hands, "If I can't cook for so many people, I will refuse."

Jing Zhao pulled him back, "Don't! Whoever says it can't, tell them to wait, the young master will start the pot now!"

Aning squinted his eyes, "There is a saying in Gu Heipao that you can do as much work as you can, you weigh how much you have." He is still a child, his voice is clear and tender, but the words he speaks are old-fashioned and educated human taste.

There was also concern in Qing's clear almond eyes: "Grandpa, do we really have to prepare food for so many people?"

Jing Zhao avoids Ah Ning's attacks.Turning her head and smiling softly at Qing Rou: "Yes! We're going to have a big fight today! I'll bake oysters for you!"

The two children's ears perked up when they heard the words: "Uncle, what is oyster roast?" Yun'er asked in a milky voice.

Xiaohu also raised his head, his dark and bright eyes were full of doubts.

Jing Zhao was silent for a moment, then explained: "As the name suggests, oyster roasting is roasting made of oysters."

The eyes of the two Nai Tuanzi were full of clear confusion, they nodded together: "Oh~"

Jing Zhao pushed Aning out and asked him to pick him up.He himself went to the warehouse and took 20 eggs out, asked Xiaohu and Yun'er to help break the eggs, and Qing took the flour and started kneading the dough.

She looks weak, but she is very capable in doing things, and she is not sloppy at all.

Seeing the peace in the kitchen, Jing Zhao sat at the door and opened oysters.

There was a busy scene in the kitchen in an instant.

Jing Zhao pulled out the big iron pot rewarded by the system from the space and put it on the stove.After doing all this, Jing Zhao was so tired that he was panting heavily.

Qing had never seen this thing before, and asked in surprise: "Gongong, what is this?"

"Pot, a pot that can be used for cooking."

The woman frowned slightly: "I only know to use a cauldron to cook vegetables, and a cauldron to cook rice. I have never heard that vegetables can be fried, and I don't know that there is such a thing as a pot in this world."

Jing Zhao was silent for a moment.There is nothing to do in this era... His ancestors are really distressed!
Jing Zhao smiled awkwardly, "I'm not a restaurant owner, there are always some innovative inventions. This pot is my latest invention. I'll make it for you to try and see if my stir-fry is good or not."

Qing smiled gently: "Okay, Xiaohu, Yun'er, I, and I will help you."

Jing Zhao's craftsmanship is excellent. Although the ingredients are lacking, they have been played out of tricks in his hands.After washing the oysters, he wrapped them in a thin layer of flour and rolled them in a frying pan.The sound of zi la la burst into golden bubbles, and the aroma of oysters burst out instantly.

Two little greedy cats, Xiaohu and Yun'er, were hanging on Jing Zhao's lap on the left and right, staring at the food in the pot with their eyes, swallowing saliva non-stop.

The oysters were fried to a golden color, Jing Zhao put in the eggs again, and the oysters were instantly covered by the egg liquid.The richness of the egg and the fragrance of the oyster blend together. Even without seasoning, the fresh and slightly salty taste of the oyster itself combined with the smooth, tender and fragrant egg is a delicacy!
(End of this chapter)