nycdaug Chapter 147 Reassuring Cooking Skills
Chapter 147 Reassuring Cooking Skills
Chu Xiaohuan was so frightened that his pupils dilated. Did Mo'er know that a man can only remove his veil in front of his parents, wife, and children?
Seeing Chu Xiaohuan's shocked expression, Li Mo'er smiled helplessly; she knew this basic common sense.
She handed the ointment to Chu Xiaohuan, saying, "Just kidding, apply it yourself."
After saying that, she walked out of the room. Chu Xiaohuan held the ointment in his hand and murmured.
"You can apply it yourself."
In the end, he applied the ointment himself in front of the mirror.
When Chu Xiaohuan went out, he found Li Mo'er still waiting at the door.
As soon as he came out, Li Mo'er walked up to him and slowly brought her face close to check if his exposed wounds had been properly treated with medicine.
Chu Xiaohuan stared at the face that had suddenly loomed large before him, his heart pounding.
Li Mo'er saw a thin membrane on the wound, which meant that the ointment had been applied.
With that, her mission was complete, and it was time for her to go back and report to Ah Cen.
Chu Xiaohuan stared at Li Mo'er's decisive departing figure, his outstretched hand frozen in place.
He originally wanted to invite Li Mo'er to dinner.
Li Mo'er was waiting for A-Cen in her room, and hadn't eaten yet.
She went to the kitchen to cook noodles for him, and also to cook a bowl for Chu Xiaohuan.
I apologized to him, but it turned out I used his medicine, and he applied it himself. It's like I didn't contribute anything.
When they arrived at the kitchen, the cooks were surprised to find that Lady Li would come in, as women are generally considered to be kept away from the kitchen.
No woman would willingly enter the kitchen and become a cook unless forced to.
The only female cook here saw Li Niangzi come in and quickly pulled her out.
"Madam Li, this is not a place for you. If you would like to eat anything, just let us know."
Li Mo'er was pushed out the door by her. "Do you have noodles?"
The female chef nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, please go back and wait a moment, it will be ready soon."
Just as she was about to turn around and have someone cook a bowl, Li Mo'er stopped her.
"I will do it myself."
With that, Li Mo'er rolled up her sleeves, intending to go to the kitchen to show off her culinary skills.
"Lady Li..."
The female cook tried to stop her, but Li Mo'er shook her head and asked her to find a stove for cooking.
The female cook could only lead her to her original stove, as she was worried about whether Li Niangzi knew how to cook.
When she saw Li Mo'er pick up the knife, her heart jumped into her throat, worried that Li Mo'er would cut her hand.
Moreover, the way she held the knife was clearly wrong.
However, Li Mo'er's knife skills quickly put her at ease.
It wasn't because of her exceptional knife skills, but because Li Mo'er chopped vegetables exceptionally slowly, taking a long time to measure each cut.
Despite this, her potato shreds were still cut into potato strips of varying thicknesses.
However, she didn't mind; it was already much better than what she used to cut.
She chopped up all the vegetables she could see, but she didn't touch the meat at all.
She was worried the meat wouldn't be cooked through, so she only chopped up a whole plate of vegetables.
By the time she finished preparing the ingredients, the cook next to her had already cooked two dishes.
But Li Mo'er wasn't in a hurry. She prepared slowly, not because she didn't want to be fast, but because she simply couldn't be fast.
Seeing her excitement, the female cook had already moved to another stove to prepare dinner.
Once everything was ready, Li Mo'er began to heat the oil in the wok.
Li Mo'er's method of heating oil was simply to add two drops of oil to the bottom of the pot as a token gesture, then pour in half a pot of water, and then wait for the water to boil.
Once the water started bubbling, she put the noodles in, then added all the vegetables.
Her secret to cooking noodles is to add a little of all the seasonings and sprinkle some chopped green onions at the end.
Although the process was quite complicated, it still smells very nice.
Worried that she might not be able to control the consistency, she tasted it before serving.
The taste was pretty good, probably because there were a lot of vegetables in it; it tasted better than what she used to cook herself.
She ladled out the noodles with satisfaction and handed a bowl to the female cook.
"Please deliver this bowl to General Chu for me."
The female chef didn't see that she had tasted it herself; instead, she stared at the bowl of noodles with a furrowed brow.
Is this even edible? She noticed that Li Mo'er had added all the "anything goes" options without any clear focus.
Seeing the female chef's hesitation, Li Mo'er took the bowl back apologetically, deciding to deliver it herself.
If it doesn't suit Chu Xiaohuan's taste, he can blame the cook.
Li Mo'er carried two bowls of noodles on a tray and went to find Chu Xiaohuan first.
After asking around the whole way, Li Mo'er finally found Chu Xiaohuan's study.
"咚咚-"
"I see."
Chu Xiaohuan answered without even looking up.
The servants all knew that he didn't like to be disturbed when he was in his study. They would usually only knock on the door to signal him when it was time to eat.
Li Mo'er didn't hear what Xiao Huan said clearly, and thinking he was telling her to come in, she pushed the door open and went straight in.
Hearing the door open, Chu Xiaohuan looked up in confusion, "Didn't you say..."
He stopped talking the moment he saw that it was Li Mo'er.
Li Mo'er kept staring at the noodles in the bowl, worried that they would clump together, and didn't hear what Chu Xiaohuan said.
"Quick, eat it while it's hot, or the noodles will clump together."
Li Mo'er placed a bowl of noodles in front of Chu Xiaohuan's table.
Chu Xiaohuan looked at the noodles in the bowl, which looked like a big hodgepodge, containing all sorts of things.
This doesn't seem like the skill level of a chef in the manor.
Seeing that Chu Xiaohuan was staring at the noodles and not making a move, Li Mo'er urged him to hurry up.
"Eat it! Don't let its appearance fool you, it should taste alright."
Chu Xiaohuan swallowed hard. "Are you... sure?"
Before he could finish speaking, Li Mo'er chimed in, "I made it. I tasted it, and it's really not bad."
Chu Xiaohuan's eyes lit up instantly, but he lowered his head to hide it.
He placed the bowl in front of himself and then looked directly at Li Mo'er.
Li Mo'er then realized that Chu Xiaohuan couldn't eat while she was there.
"I'll send it to Ah Cen."
Chu Xiaohuan solemnly picked up a noodle and slowly put it in his mouth. He had never been this nervous, not even on the battlefield.
As soon as the noodles entered his mouth, Chu Xiaohuan's furrowed brows relaxed. The taste was somewhat unexpected; it wasn't bad at all.
Moreover, since Mo'er made it herself, he would eat it all even if it tasted bad.