bookrebus Chapter 92 Chef Chu Qiuchi
Chapter 92 Chef Chu Qiuchi
Chu Qiuchi slowly moved outside the tent, taking out various cooking utensils and ingredients from her mental space. She stood alone outside, took a deep breath, and turned to look at the people inside. They were sitting together, chatting animatedly, completely ignoring her.
"Hmph, a bunch of heartless bastards!" Chu Qiuchi gritted his teeth in anger, slammed the things in his hands on the ground, put his hands on his hips, and shouted into the tent, "Hey! You lot, aren't you going to come out and help?! Do you all think you're the bosses?! Believe me, none of you will get any food in a little while!"
The people in the tent stopped abruptly upon hearing the sound, exchanged glances, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Puyang Minghui was the first to peek out from the tent, grinning as she said, "Chef Qiuchi has given the order, so of course we dare not neglect it! But... I only know how to wash vegetables, so don't expect me to know how to chop anything!"
"Fine, let's wash the vegetables! Get to work!" Chu Qiuchi waved his hand impatiently. "Minghui, you and Xingyao are in charge of washing the vegetables! Xiaoyuer and Yichen, you two are in charge of chopping the vegetables. Don't even think about slacking off!"
The group exchanged glances, smiles playing on their lips, and replied in unison, "Yes, yes, we'll do as Chef Qiuchi says!"
Just as the group was getting up and getting to work, Ao Nanxi slowly walked out of the tent. She crossed her arms, leaned against the tent flap, and smiled amusedly. "Chu Qiuchi, you're actually putting on quite a show. I thought you'd complain and slack off, but you're actually ready to get to work?"
Chu Qiuchi glared at him and said without any mercy, "Don't just stand there watching the show! Shouldn't friends help each other out? Come over here and lend me a hand!"
Ao Nanxi raised an eyebrow and replied lazily, "I can't cook. What if I make things worse?"
Chu Qiuchi sneered, hands on his hips, "It's better to be a hindrance than to stand there and get in the way! If you don't make a move, don't blame me for letting you go hungry!"
Ao Nanxi chuckled and shrugged. "Alright, alright, since Chef Qiu Chi has spoken, how could I dare disobey?"
And so, a group of people surrounded Chu Qiuchi, and amidst laughter and chatter, they quickly got to work with clear division of labor.
Soon after, the ingredients were all prepared, and Chu Qiuchi began to show off her skills. She skillfully stir-fried the vegetables in the wok, and the aroma wafted through the air as the oil smoke rose.
Puyang Minghui took a deep breath and couldn't help but exclaim, "My God, just the taste alone makes it all worth it!"
Nalan Xingyao rubbed her hands together and peeked at the pot. "Qiu Chi, this sweet and sour pork smells so good! I bet the one I ordered is definitely the star of tonight!"
Before long, the first dish was ready. The golden and crispy sweet and sour pork emitted a rich aroma, and as soon as it was placed on the table, it immediately attracted several people to gather around.
Puyang Minghui picked up her chopsticks to start eating, but Chu Qiuchi slapped her back, saying, "Wait! We'll eat after all the dishes are served. Don't you know the rules?"
Puyang Minghui covered her hand, looking aggrieved. "Chef Qiuchi, don't be so cruel! I just wanted to try it and see if it tasted right!"
"It'll definitely taste amazing!" Nalan Xingyao leaned closer, beaming. "Just look at how it looks, I know it won't be bad. Don't we trust Qiu Chi's cooking skills?"
Ao Nanxi sat lazily to the side, raising her eyebrows slightly, her gaze thoughtfully watching Chu Qiuchi's busy figure. She didn't interrupt, but a faint smile remained on her lips, her expression seemingly carrying a hint of curiosity and amusement.
Soon, shredded pork with garlic sauce, sweet and sour pork, and braised lion's head meatballs were served one after another, filling the entire tent with their delicious aroma. The group sat around the table, their mouths watering as they looked at the colorful, fragrant, and delicious dishes.
Chu Qiuchi stood with his hands on his hips, smugly raising his chin, "How about it? Were you impressed by my culinary skills?"
Puyang Minghui couldn't wait to pick up her chopsticks. "Alright, alright, stop bragging for now, let's get started! If we wait any longer, I'm afraid my stomach will rebel!"
The group sat around the table, about to feast, when suddenly a sweet voice came from outside the tent: "Wow, it smells so good, this must be it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the tent flap was lifted, and everyone looked up to see Ji Mosen leading several generals from the first-line battle teams into the room, accompanied by an unfamiliar woman.
The voice clearly came from the woman. She wore light green armor, had a slender and petite figure, and a delicate face the size of a palm with a hint of naivety. Her green hair and eyes shone like jade under the light. After she entered, her gaze immediately and firmly locked onto the sweet and sour pork on the table. Her eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but swallow, her face filled with longing.
Ji Mosen glanced at the dishes on the table, his face showing a pained expression. "Oh dear, you lot, you didn't even think to invite me when there was good food. You're such a heartless bunch! Third Princess, you have so much influence. You've just arrived and you're already receiving such treatment. I've been so hungry lately, I haven't even had a single meal cooked by them."
After a brief greeting, Ji Mosen introduced the woman to everyone.
"This is General Mu Yunmanmu of the Tianling Clan. He just returned from a mission and didn't have a chance to meet you before."
Mu Yunman nodded to everyone, her smile bright and slightly mischievous. "Hello everyone, I'm Mu Yunman from the Tianling Clan. By the way, your food smells amazing! I could smell it from far away." As she spoke, her gaze returned to the sweet and sour pork on the table, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Um... can I have a meal with you?"
Her question was so direct and frank that it surprised everyone in the tent.
Before Chu Qiuchi could speak, Ji Mosen added with a laugh, "Look, Qiuchi, this aroma has attracted us all! Not just General Mu, but the generals behind us and I are also shamelessly trying to mooch a meal. This aroma is simply too torturous!"
The generals behind Ji Mosen smiled and nodded repeatedly. Although they didn't speak, their eager expressions clearly showed that they shared the same idea.
Looking at the scene before her, Chu Qiuchi felt a sudden headache coming on. She rubbed her temples and forced a smile. "Sigh, alright, alright, but there wasn't much food prepared tonight, so it might not be enough..." She paused, then sighed helplessly. "How about this, you all sit down and eat first, I'll go get some noodles to give everyone a snack!"
Hearing this, Mu Yunman immediately waved her hand, a slightly embarrassed smile on her face, "Oh dear, isn't this too much trouble? But..." Her gaze fell on Chu Qiuchi again, and she changed the subject, her eyes full of anticipation, "I think your noodles must be especially delicious! Then please make more!"
Upon hearing this, Ji Mosen and the generals immediately laughed and said, "Then we'll have to trouble Chef Qiuchi! We're in for a feast today!"
Inside the tent, the remaining men were already wolfing down their food, hurriedly grabbing bites as if afraid it would all be snatched away in the next second. Outside the tent, Chu Qiuchi was busy kneading dough, boiling water, and cooking noodles, his hands moving so fast they almost couldn't stop.
Puyang Minghui and Nalan Xingyao ate a few bites of food, but seeing how busy she was, they put down their chopsticks and ran out to help. The three of them worked together and were very busy.
Soon, Chu Qiuchi's noodles were finally ready. The aroma wafted through the air, drawing cheers and slurping sounds from inside the tent.
"The noodles are here!"
Puyang Minghui excitedly carried a large bowl of noodles into the tent, and several pairs of eyes immediately lit up as they eagerly crowded around. The dishes on the table had long been devoured, leaving not a single drop of broth. Seeing the noodles served, everyone disregarded their image and hurriedly scooped bowl after bowl.
Just then, Chu Qiuchi and Nalan Xingyao came in carrying the last plate of noodles, panting heavily. Before they could even sit down, they heard Chu Yichen at the table call out, "Sister, come and eat! We've finished all the dishes, but we left you some soup."
He pointed to the only small bowl of food left on the table, a slightly embarrassed smile on his face.
Chu Qiuchi looked at the bowl of leftover soup that could barely be considered "leftovers," and glared at him with a wry smile. "Thank you so much! You're incredibly thoughtful!"
After saying that, she picked up the bowl, ladled some soup over the noodles, and couldn't help but mutter, "What a waste of time. At least there are noodles, otherwise I would have had to drink the soup to fill my stomach..."
The meal was a complete success, leaving everyone thoroughly satisfied and filled with admiration for Chu Qiuchi's superb culinary skills. Chu Qiuchi looked at the people gathered around the table, a faint smile appearing on her face. Seeing everyone enjoying the meal so much, all her hard work instantly transformed into satisfaction and joy, as if at this moment, her efforts had received the most perfect reward.