Author: Ging Le

An Ning looked him over a few times. He had traveled throughout the village and had never seen this person before. His appearance made An Ning feel strange.

"Yes, you can eat at Shang Shi Ji at the intersection ahead." After Aning said that, he asked again: "Aren't you a local?"

The old man was hunched, holding a dead branch and trembling. He kept swallowing saliva, 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 are from Sanshan Yong'an."

He glanced at An Ning's expression, waved his hand and waved in the distance, and a small group of dark figures appeared on the empty road.

Aning's brows furrowed a bit: "You came together? From Yong'an, Sanshan?" His voice contained an invisible pressure: "It's hundreds of miles from Yong'an to Quan County."

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

He was afraid that Aning didn't believe it, so he added: "We people walked for more than ten days. We died and fell sick. We fought with bears and tigers, gnawed tree bark, and ate weeds. Later, there was yellow everywhere."

There is so much sand that I can't even find a single grass seed in the ground. I haven't eaten anything for three or four days since I got here."

Aning lowered his eyes slightly, and after listening to what he said, he didn't know what he was thinking. After a moment, he said: "Are you the clan leader?"

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

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

He knew that the power of the great witch spread throughout Fujian and Yue, and that the great witch could determine disasters from heaven, diseases in the world, and a person's life and death with just one sentence.

The people of Fujian and Yue believed in the great witch very much. In their eyes, the great witch was the messenger of God, and they were the apostles of the great witch.

Shandan's lips moved and trembled for a moment, but he was speechless.

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. After thinking about it, he said: "You can bring a few people with me. You can bring food back to you and your tribe."

Upon hearing this, Shan Dan nodded his head in agreement and called a dozen men to follow him.

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

Others turned their attention to Shandan, "Chief, what should we do?"

Shandan reassured: "Just wait here, I will bring food back to everyone."

Aning said: "There are many empty houses here. You can find a house to stay in first."

There were smiles on everyone's faces.

Aning led everyone to find an empty room. After settling them in, he told them again: "This place is different from Shandan. You are outsiders. If your clan leader and I hadn't come back, don't open the door easily.

And you must never 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. The bronze triple brick used by the original owner could not place the iron pot that the system rewarded him with. Jing Zhao had to build the stove first before he could cook.

Qing and his two children were lighting a fire in the earthen stove that he had piled for him. After the stove was lit and poured with cold water, the stove was basically completed.

Jing Zhao looked at the stove in front of him that looked like a shaomai with its head cut open, and let out a miserable "tsk" sound. It was really ugly, but the materials were insufficient, and it was already the limit to make it like this.

Jing Zhao could only convince himself to use it first and build a new one when he had the opportunity later.

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

Aning crossed his arms and said, "If I can't cook for so many people, I will refuse."

Jing Zhao grabbed him and said, "No, no! Who said it couldn't be done? Just tell them to wait, and I'll start the pot now!"

Aning narrowed his eyes, "There is a saying in Gu Hei's restaurant that you can do as much work as you can, just weigh how much you weigh." He is still a child, and his voice is pure and tender, but the words he speaks have the air of an old pedant.

The taste of people.

Qing Qing's clear almond eyes were also filled with worry: "My dear friend, do we really have to prepare food for so many people?"

Jing Zhao avoided Ah, the old scholar Ning's attack. He turned to Qing Rourou and smiled: "Yes! We are going to have a big fight today! I will bake oysters for you!"

The two children's little ears perked up when they heard this: "Uncle, what is oyster brand?" Yun'er asked in a squeaky voice.

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

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

The eyes of the two breast dumplings were filled with clear confusion, and they nodded in unison: "Oh~"

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

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

Jing Zhao saw the peace in the kitchen and sat at the door to open oysters.

A busy scene suddenly appeared in the kitchen.

Jing Zhao took out the large iron pot rewarded by the system from the space and placed it on the stove. After doing all this, Jing Zhao was extremely tired and was breathing heavily.

Qing had never seen anything like this before and asked in surprise: "My dear benefactor, what is this?"

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

The woman frowned slightly: "I only know that a tripod is used to cook vegetables and a cauldron is used to cook rice. I have never heard that vegetables can be stir-fried, and I didn't know that there is a vessel in this world called a pot."

Jing Zhao was silent for a moment. It doesn't matter what you want in this era... His ancestors are living such a sad life!

Jing Zhao laughed awkwardly, "Don't I run a restaurant? There will always be some innovative inventions. This pot is my latest invention. I will make it for you to try and see if my stir-fry is delicious."

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

Jing Zhao's skills are excellent. Although the ingredients are lacking, he can still play tricks in his hands. After washing the oysters, he wrapped them in a thin layer of flour, put them in the oil pan and rolled them around. They were sizzling.

The sound bubbled up golden bubbles, and the aroma of oysters burst out instantly.

Two greedy cats, Xiaohu and Yun'er, were hanging on Jing Zhao's thighs, one on the left and the other on the right. Their eyes were fixed on the food in the pot, and they kept swallowing their saliva.

The oysters were fried to a golden color, and Jing Zhao added the eggs, and the egg liquid immediately enveloped the oysters. The richness of the eggs and the fragrance of the oysters blended together. Even without seasonings, the fresh and slightly salty taste of the oysters itself combined with the smooth and fragrant texture

Eggs are a delicious treat!
Chapter completed!