Chapter 845 - Untitled (1/2)

<strong>Translator: </strong>Atlas Studios  <strong>Editor: </strong>Atlas Studios

Several types of edible vegetables, as well as garlic and ginger, were planted in the yard. As for meat, several pieces of lean preserved meat were hung on the wall.

Mm, there was a sumptuous spread of ingredients.

Bai Qingqing pondered for a moment and decided to make noodles stewed with preserved meat.

The flint in the kitchen was of superior quality, so Bai Qingqing easily started a fire. After the water in the pot started boiling, she added in the starch noodles.

In the meantime, she sliced the preserved meat.

The moment she picked up the knife she ran into difficulties which she hadn’t seen coming.

The knives at home had been replaced to those made of iron, which was pretty much similar to the ones Bai Qingqing was accustomed to using in the modern ages. Nonetheless, cutting the dried rock-like preserved meat was an endeavor that required strength.

Bai Qingqing sawed through it for a long time before finally managing to cut through the meat. She then pressed the meat on the chopping board, huffing and puffing as she sliced it, beads of perspiration forming on her face.

By the time she finished cutting the preserved meat into ten-odd one-millimeter slices, the water had boiled and the noodles had turned soft from soaking.

Bai Qingqing wiped her sweat and shook her sore arms. She wiped the interior of the pot dry and poured vegetable oil into it. After the oil heated up, she began to stir-fry the preserved meat.

A simple dish of preserved meat stewed with noodles kept Bai Qingqing busy in the kitchen for over an hour.

An hour later, the fragrance of preserved meat wafted from the kitchen.

Bai Qingqing came out with a big bowl of preserved meat stewed with noodles. As the piping hot aroma entered her senses, she slurped in a mouthful of the soup. It tasted pretty good.

She was rather satisfied with her creation.

As she ate, she went to look for Curtis, wanting to show him the fruit of her efforts.

At the time, Curtis had cleaned his way up to the top floor and was about to wrap up, when Bai Qingqing found him with the bowl in her hands.

“Curtis.” Bai Qingqing called out to him incoherently as she chomped on a slice—no, a lump—of preserved meat.