bayedsolid Chapter 232 World of Famous Works 21
Chapter 232 World of Famous Works 21
Chapter 232 The World of Classics 21
Lin Xiaoqian and his group returned to the restaurant, but did not see Zhuang Damao.
"What has Brother Zhuang been busy with lately? Does anyone know?" Lin Xiaoqian asked.
Liao Zhuang replied, "I do know a little. It seems that Brother Zhuang persuaded the Tang King to establish a firearms battalion, saying that he wanted to create the first well-armed army in the Tang Dynasty. The Tang King even specially allocated Brother Zhuang a house and a group of people."
During this period, Zhuang Damao spent every day in the mansion bestowed upon him by the Tang Emperor, conducting training and research, keeping him extremely busy.
But establishing an armed force is not so easy.
Although Zhuang Damao possessed highly accurate data on the development of bombs and guns, and even the most advanced technological achievements on Earth, the production methods and technologies of this era were too backward. Neither sourcing and refining ore nor establishing military factories was as easy as he had imagined.
A few days ago, Zhuang Damao asked Lin Xiaoqian for some machinery and equipment from the warehouse, but not too much. He just wanted to make a sample and imitate it. Besides, we can't give this era too much technological shock all at once, lest we force it to grow too fast.
"My brother is amazing!" Lin Xiaoqian couldn't help but give a thumbs up. "We're back in Chang'an now. We'll ask him later if there's anything we can do to help. Let him know if he wants to."
Having been away from the restaurant for a while, coming back really felt like coming home.
Lin Xiaoqian pulled Sun Wukong's clone along to show him every detail of the restaurant's layout.
She didn't know if Monkey King was looking this way through his clone, but she hoped that when Monkey King actually came to the restaurant in the future, he wouldn't feel like a stranger.
Lin Xiaoqian arranged a room for Monkey King's clone on the fourth floor. When the clone was not under the control of Sun Wukong's real body, it did not speak and usually just stayed quietly by itself.
But he can understand what he's being told, and he'll do whatever Lin Xiaoqian tells him to do.
Lin Xiaoqian found many outfits in the warehouse, both ancient and modern, and had Monkey King's clone change into them all, like playing Miracle Nikki.
As they played, Lin Xiaoqian sighed with some worry, wondering where Monkey and the others had gone.
I don't know why Monkey King stopped them from interfering in the journey to the West. Was it because he was afraid of implicating them?
After the Yellow Wind Monster dies, there will be one less tribulation in the eighty-one tribulations. What method will Guanyin come up with to make up for this tribulation? Will it have a negative impact on Monkey King?
If they were to actually fight against Buddhism, would they be able to win?
Feeling a bit agitated, Lin Xiaoqian got up and went to the kitchen on the first floor to cook a meal to calm herself down.
At least finish the system tasks sooner, then they can run away whenever they want.
The system's task this time is to sell a thousand servings of wontons. The system provides hundreds of recipes for making wontons, and Lin Xiaoqian plans to make the most basic chicken soup and pork wontons.
Lin Xiaoqian selected the ingredients in the warehouse and placed them on the table in the middle. The most important things for delicious wontons are the soup base and the meat filling.
After cleaning the carefully selected old chicken, put it in a pot and simmer it over low heat. Then, mince the meat, which is no different from making steamed buns. Just mince the meat until it is fine and smooth.
Prepare the filling, knead the dough, and wrap the wontons.
Perhaps it was because she was bound to the God of Cooking System, Lin Xiaoqian felt very calm every time she cooked, as if all the troubles in the world had left her behind, and the whole world consisted only of the delicious food in front of her.
Lin Xiaoqian's technique was skillful; her fingers flew across the table, and soon plump, round wontons filled the cutting board.
Before long, the chicken soup had turned golden brown, and with the addition of dried shrimp and seaweed, the aroma was irresistible, quickly drawing the three of them over.
Liao Zhuang exclaimed excitedly, "Wuhu, big wontons, quick, Xiao Qian! Give me a bowl, give me a bowl!"
Lin Xiaoqian smiled and cooked wontons for the group. Then she lifted the lid of the chicken soup pot, and the rich aroma of the chicken soup broth filled the air as steam rose.
The restaurant is located on a bustling street in the market. The aroma of chicken soup is carried far by the wind, wafting past the noses of every passerby.
It was winter in Chang'an at this time. A light rain fell last night, and the sky was terribly overcast today. The cold northern wind felt like a knife cutting into people's faces.
The aroma of the chicken soup carries an enticing warmth, making one wonder what a delicious meal it would be like to drink a bowl of it...
Following the enticing aroma, passersby arrived at the restaurant entrance, only to be startled by the two glass doors.
Although you can't see inside the restaurant through the glass door, such a large glass door is truly rare, and using it as a doorway is quite extravagant.
With such decorations, the shop should have been very eye-catching, so how come no one has noticed it all this time?
A passerby stood at the door, the aroma of chicken soup growing stronger. He swallowed hard, then pushed open the restaurant door and went inside. A wave of warmth washed over him, as if he were in the warm sunshine of spring.
The passerby felt as if his frozen hands and feet were soaking in a hot spring, and he felt completely relaxed.
This is because restaurants connected to the system can maintain a constant temperature and humidity every day, ensuring that customers are in the most comfortable dining environment.
After all, a poor environment can affect a guest's mood while enjoying food, greatly diminishing its appeal.
Seeing a customer arrive, Jiang Shuang came out from the kitchen and greeted them with a smile, "Welcome! We have freshly made pork wontons. Would you like a bowl?"
The passersby, drawn by the enticing aroma, swallowed hard and quickly nodded, "One bowl, please!"
Jiang Shuang smiled and nodded, telling him to sit wherever he pleased.
The passerby casually found a place to sit down, his eyes constantly scanning the restaurant.
This restaurant was completely different from any he had ever been to before. The interior space was large and very clean, especially the floor, which was so smooth and flat that you could see your reflection in it.
Even though the weather outside was gloomy and seemed like night, the room was as bright as day. He searched for a long time but couldn't find an oil lamp.
Moreover, despite the warmth of the room, he couldn't see a stove or a charcoal brazier, nor could he smell a trace of smoke.
This is truly an amazing restaurant.
What surprised him even more were those two glass doors. He couldn't see inside when he was standing outside, but he could see the outside clearly from inside.
Sure enough, a few more diners, drawn by the aroma, were now peering over the glass door, touching and searching it. He couldn't help but find it amusing.
When the group of people came in, they exclaimed in surprise at how warm and bright the room was. The first person to enter sat up straight, making himself appear extremely calm.
I absolutely refuse to admit that I was just like them, acting like I'd never seen the world before.
However, although the restaurant looks quite large, the menu is very limited, offering only chicken soup and pork wontons with no other options.
The others, instead of immediately ordering wontons, asked, "How much are your wontons?"
"Fifty coins a bowl."
"What? So expensive!" Several diners couldn't believe their ears.
A bowl of wontons at an outside stall costs only ten coins, or twelve or thirteen coins for a slightly more expensive one. But at this shop, a bowl of wontons costs fifty coins.
That's enough to eat four or five bowls of rice outside.
Some of them were starting to back out, and one of them said, "This is too expensive. Why don't we go somewhere else to eat?" They were all eating wontons anyway, so it didn't matter where they ate.
Just as his companion was about to agree, Liao Zhuang placed a steaming bowl of wontons steadily in front of the first customer who came in.
"Please enjoy your wontons."