Chapter 730 Come and make dumplings
Buzzing buzzing buzzing...
Sometimes it was as low as a tremor from the ground.
Sometimes it is so sharp that it seems like a cone suddenly pierces into the brain.
Intermittently, layer by layer, as if millions of unrecognizable sound waves were intertwined in the ears, carrying some vague but elusive rule.
Liu Sheng closed his eyes and listened patiently, gradually as if he had heard something...
It seemed like an ancient giant beast slowly roared in the abyss, and its low resonance kept shaking in its chest.
It was also as if someone was whispering in the distance, his voice sometimes far and sometimes near, as if he was close and far away, discussing something that she could not understand.
She tried her best to capture the meaning of these sounds, but found that the more she tried to concentrate, the more illusory the sound became, like the water flowing from her fingertips slipping by, leaving nothing behind.
The spirit seemed to be pulled by the buzzing sound, slowly pulled into a slender shape, and pulled to a very far place. When the mental power reached the end, it would reach the brain and the head would be pulled out bit by bit...
At this moment, a bell rang.
It was a prompt sound from the earmuffs, telling her that the time was up.
Liu Sheng took off his ear cups and slowly opened his eyes.
The turbid world instantly returned to silence.
The brain nerves gradually return to their original position.
But there was still a remnant buzz in my ears, which could not be removed.
She opened the window towards the edge of the mountain, and the snow-capped mountains were still silent and the night had never faded.
On the foothills, huge white bowl-shaped devices opened to the sky, as if insatiable giant beasts were swallowing the echoes from the sky.
These strange noises came from these devices and were poured into their earmuffs through a specially made spiritual receiver.
That's what they want to listen to.
Squinted his eyes, Liu Sheng slowly closed the window.
It has been seven days since I came to this snow-capped mountain.
Walking out of the room, Liu Sheng stretched and followed the aroma of food toward the small kitchen in a corner of the courtyard.
When I got closer, I could hear some subtle sounds different from the buzzing sound.
The sound of hot soup churning.
There is also the sound of a knife slowly cutting on the cutting board.
In the kitchen, Qingxue and Qingxue were busy making dumplings, and there was a plate of white and fat dumplings in front of her.
Li Chu, a disciple from Canglang Palace who Liu Sheng didn't know, was quietly chopping the yak meat and sinking it, his technique was a little stiff and awkward.
Both of them were haggard, with thick dark circles floating under their eyes. Their movements maintained a regular rhythm, but they exuded a strange mechanical feeling, as if they were just two walking corpses here.
Obviously, he was tortured by the noises day and night.
When Qingxue saw Liu Sheng, a smile immediately squeezed out on her haggard face: "Shengsheng!"
Li Chu also raised his head and said hello.
He didn't like to talk. Liu Sheng thought he couldn't speak at first, but he was convinced that he was just unwilling to speak until he heard one or two words occasionally.
Liu Sheng smiled and said, "Black" then walked over to wash his hands, and sat on the bench next to Qingxue to make dumplings together.
Qingxue put the wrapped dumplings into the hot soup that was rising, and said with a smile: "Shengsheng, fortunately there is a high-pressure spiritual stove you made, otherwise we wouldn't even be able to eat hot food in this ghost place."
Li Chu nodded silently, expressing his agreement.
When they first came, they found that they had to cook by themselves, and the sky suddenly collapsed.
There are very few people who know how to cook, and according to the waiter senior, their task is now very heavy.
At that time, she said: "When anyone of you can hear something, you are qualified to enter the training camp. If you can't hear it, you can only stay here and continue listening. This is the original words of Nangong's cultivator."
Only then did everyone realize that passing the assessment was just the beginning, and there was a more rigorous test on the mountain.
In this way, they are still competitors.
Then everyone's time is very important. You can't let those who know how to cook always spend time in the kitchen, right?
So they finally formulated a system for two people to take turns to cook.
Liu Sheng was originally assigned to Ruan Shizhi, but before it was her turn to be the group, Ruan Shizhi disappeared.
When I asked the waiter who went up the mountain to deliver the food, I realized that he seemed to have heard something and had left here.
Everyone did not expect Ruan Shizhi to leave without saying goodbye.
Qingxue seemed to have suffered a heavy blow and it took a day to slow down.
Now, there are only nine people left.
Due to the special environment of the snow-capped mountains, the food is difficult to cook and it takes time and effort to cook. Therefore, most of the food delivered to the snow-capped mountains were dry food, mainly tsampa, noodles and jerky meat, while the vegetables were radish, potatoes and pickles.
No wonder Yao Sibing couldn't help swallowing when he heard Liu Sheng treat him to a meal. Fortunately, Liu Sheng made a stove driven by spirit beads. The stove and pot are integrated, which can be heated by itself and can also form high pressure. Finally, it can solve the problem of low boiling point in the snow-capped mountains due to low air pressure. Everyone doesn’t have to eat dried food and eat roasted potatoes and radishes. They can make some hot soup and stir-fry hot dishes.
Sure enough, all problems can be solved scientifically.
After the high-pressure stove was made, the waiter who delivered the food found this artifact-like object. The news quickly spread to ten or ten. Even the chef of the main hall of the Snow Mountain came to ask for advice and customized the high-pressure spirit stove from Liu Sheng.
Although everyone thinks that Liu Sheng should not waste time here, after Liu Sheng was made, everyone found that there were finally some fresh meat and vegetables in the ingredients they delivered, and they also knew that this was Liu Sheng's credit.
Since then, although life on the snow-capped mountains is still difficult, life has become a little more comfortable with the steaming food.
The only thing that cannot be ignored is the heavy task that is pressing on their heads...
At this time, Xi Shuangyu pushed the door and brought in a gust of cold wind.
This junior sister among Guanzhao Fengtian Engineering's senior brothers and sisters also had a tired face. Peach blossoms had very heavy dark circles under her eyes and could not be bright.
As soon as she entered the door, she sighed: "I heard the sound all night, and it seemed like a bee was hiking in her mind, buzzing constantly, and her head was almost blowing."
Li Chu lowered his head and nodded, his expression dull.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Qingxue also covered her forehead: "Fortunately, there is the pear blossom wine sent by Sheng Sheng, otherwise she really can't sleep!"
At this time, a male voice inserted: "Sleep? Can you still sleep?"
"Senior Brother Qiu!" Xi Shuangyu said immediately.
A thin man with high cheekbones and sunken cheeks walked in. It was Xi Shuangyu's senior brother Qiu Jingyi.
"You don't think about it. Someone has heard something. I've left this ghost place. Why don't you hurry up and seize the time?"
At this moment, he was thinner than when he first went up the mountain, with a sinister look and a nearly paranoid neurotic.
Another voice sounded: "I think instead of seizing the time, it is better to ask Miss Qingxue how her junior brother heard the information."
Another person is here. This person is burly and fierce in appearance. He is Guo Yishou of Mingxinyuan.
He yawned and looked at Qingxue with a deep look.
Qingxue was stunned for a moment, then said annoyedly: "I have said it so many times, I don't know what he has heard!"
Guo Yishou sneered: "Ha, do you think we will believe it?"
At this time, Zhuge Wen from Canglang Palace and Zhang Chengling from Guanzhaofeng also entered the house.
Zhang Chengling is a thin and dark woman, dressed simply and had a restrained temperament.
She just greeted Xi Shuangyu and Qiu Jingyi from her fellow disciples, and sat down to make dumplings together.
Zhuge Wen obviously heard Guo Yishou's questioning, and his fox eyes smiled slenderly.
"Brother Guo, don't make things difficult for Miss Qingxue. Maybe the junior brother doesn't recognize this senior sister at all."
Qingxue's face turned red with anger, but her speech was in a while and it was difficult to refute.
She and Ruan Shizhi are indeed not familiar with each other. When they remember that they always talked coldly to him, it is no wonder that he left without saying goodbye after finding the answer.
Since Ruan Shizhi left, such temptation has become the norm.
Everyone wanted to know what clues he left behind, and their eyes wandered on Qingxue from time to time, observing when she would reveal her flaws.
The weird atmosphere condenses in the small kitchen.
"Come and make dumplings."
In the end, it was Liu Sheng who took the lead in breaking the silence.
After hearing this, everyone pulled over the benches and sat down in groups of three or three, each taking the dumpling skin and the flavored fillings to make dumplings.
Dumplings are formed in hands, with different shapes.
Xi Shuangyu is the best-looking one.
Liu Sheng wrapped the most regular bag, each one was exactly the same.
The dumplings made by Guo Yishou leaked from the east to the west, which was really unsightly.
After a while, the first pot of dumplings that Qingxue had just cooked was finally ready.
She picked up the dumplings, put them in a bowl, and handed them to everyone.
In the hot air, each person held a bowl of hot dumpling soup, drank a sip of soup, and ate a sip of dumplings, and the heat flow warmed from the mouth to the stomach.
The buzzing sounds in my mind seemed to gradually fade away as my body warmed up.
In silence, only the sound of gurgling soup and the sound of touching the porcelain bowl echoed, as if even time was slowly stagnating on this cold snow-capped mountain.
The next chapter should be noon...
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, continue to have a happy New Year!