C211 Robbery

In the kitchen, in the steamy environment, Xiao Wen and Zhou Xian stood by the stove, preparing the boiled cabbage.

Of all the Chinese cuisines, the boiled cabbage was one of the best. In the 21st century, perhaps only a chef who had studied this dish before would dare to make and sell this dish.

When Xiao Wen was eating this in Sichuan, he remembered that a small plate of boiled water cabbage could be sold for around 500 yuan.

If it was an ordinary restaurant, even if they wanted to, they wouldn't dare to do it.

However, considering that Xiao Wen actually cooked for him, Zhou Xian, Zhuge Liang and his family, as well as his students, to eat. At most, he had to take care of Sun Shangxiang, Li Zicheng and Yang Xiu, these rich kids.

But no matter what, he didn't need to deal with those weird old turtles in his previous life — just like Xiao Wen, who he remembered had the ability to distinguish the difference in taste between plain beef and yellow beef. When they were experimenting in the dorm to prove that their dorm mate wasn't bragging, Xiao Wen looked at him as if he was looking at a monster.

Of course, even though the Guangzhou roommates admired him, they were still very calm.

After all, there were quite a few of these types of old geezers in the capital of delicacies.

In the kitchen, Xiao Wen took the clean cabbage, tore off some of its fine fascia, and boiled it with water.

Many people didn't notice cabbage's fascia, and even before Xiao Wen saw the recipe, he didn't know it was important.

However, Xiao Wen knew that if there were any ingredients that didn't tear off the fascia, it would indeed affect the taste.

"So there's this kind of care in boiling water cabbage." Zhou Xian was slightly surprised when she saw Xiao Wen tear the fascia of the cabbage off.

On her face, there seemed to be the words, "This kind of operation?" These words... Plus a black question mark.

However, he soon understood the reason behind Xiao Wen's actions.

After all, in the past, when she cooked meat on her spine, she would pay attention to it and tear off the fascia.

Although Xiao Wen's family had been poor for a period of time in the past, this kind of waste of meat wasn't very appropriate for that period of time.

However, their Xiao family was also rich, so Zhou Xian couldn't help but keep this habit.

After cooking the cabbage, Xiao Wen fished it out.

Zhou Xian was prepared. She took out a basin of ice water and put it on the side of the stove.

"After boiling the cabbage, you must soak it in ice water for a while, otherwise there will be a strange smell." Xiao Wen explained.

Zhou Xian nodded.

Following that, Xiao Wen began to prepare the soup.

"Boiling water cabbage is the most important ingredient in soup. If there is the slightest problem in the process of making soup, then all the effort that has been put into a few hours might have been wasted." Xiao Wen said solemnly.

Then, he put the ham, chicken, duck, pig's feet, dried shellfish, and other ingredients into the soup.

"Ham is not beautiful, chicken soup is not fresh, duck soup is not open, pig feet are not thick. Regardless of which ingredients are missing, this soup will make boiled water cabbage imperfect. " Xiao Wen said.

"Where did you learn these things?" Zhou Xian asked curiously as she watched Xiao Wen operate skillfully in front of the stove.

In the past, she had never seen Xiao Wen cook so proficiently.

No!

It could be said that in this world, even scholars rarely cooked.

After all, Confucianism has a saying about men being far from the kitchen. As for the other academies, besides the farmers, the Mo family, who were close to the commoners, there were also other schools of thought.

As a result, when Zhou Xian saw Xiao Wen operate the kitchen skillfully, she was quite curious.

However, Xiao Wen did not panic because of this sudden question.

In reality, he had already prepared the answer to this question for a long time.

At this moment, his face carried a calm expression as he said, "When I was studying, there was a classmate in the academy who was a Taotie. He's the one who taught me. "

"Oh!" So it was back in the Southern Tang Dynasty! " Zhou Xian nodded.

The matter of Zhou Xian marrying the Xiao family was something they were about to leave the Southern Tang.

Before this, Zhou Xian had some things to do, but she didn't know what Xiao Wen was doing.

Xiao Wen, on the other hand, didn't seem to be lying at all.

"This shouldn't be a lie, right? This was indeed the time when I was studying in the past and was enlightened by my old friends in the Turtle Lodge. Only then would I know how to eat so many delicacies. "Otherwise, I would not even know that the sashimi is not only owned by Japan, but also by China's Chaoshan. I would like to go to the sashimi all day because of my nationality!"

Just like this, Xiao Wen looked at the pot of soup that was full of boiling water and became silent.

At the same time, the Manchu constables outside the city had just finished a massacre.

Looking at the scattered bodies of the Han people on the ground, Byrne wiped the blood off his face.

However, when a gust of cold wind blew past, Byrne discovered that the blood on his face had already been frozen by the cold wind, turning into a red puddle of ice.

"This damn weather, it's really cold." Byrne complained.

Because the territory of Manchu was by the sea, although the region of Burney was roughly the same latitude as the territory of Manchu, without the sea to provide heat, it was indeed much colder in the clouds than in Liaoning.

"Quick, tidy up the battlefield! Clean up the carcasses of those Chinese dogs. Then change into their clothes. When we get near the clouds, we'll have another meal! " Byrne said.

The caravan he had just looted was a group of troops that were planning to head north to the Huns.

In the past, the Chinese caravan would not have gone north in such a cold season. But this year there was a war between the Huns and the Qin, and the trade was cut off, which cost the merchants who depended on the trade to survive.

In order to recover their lost money, there were many merchants who followed Xiao Wen north to Dragon City.

Even if they went north to the Huns in winter, the losses would be much greater.

However, there was nothing they could do about it. Although the caravans of the big merchants and nobles were extremely wealthy, for the sake of safety, they could still give up their profits and head north.

If they chose to stay in the south for a year, when spring began next year, they might not even have the capital to head north.

Helpless, these merchants could only take the risk and head north to search for the Huns who had just returned from the Northern Desert.

However, it was precisely because of this that there was no need to investigate the enemy's numbers before robbing them.

After all, most of the caravans heading north this year were weak small caravans.

As long as they dared to snatch it, they would definitely be able to do so. The only difference was what the caravan they chose had.

All of a sudden, the horse bandits on the prairie suddenly felt that the rule that revered the strong on the prairie seemed to have changed. Those who were lucky, even if there were only a dozen or so mounted gangsters, would still be able to eat and drink happily every day.

However, if one was unlucky, they would have to eat the northwest wind even if they had hundreds of people.

Especially the small scattered caravans, although they were very suitable for small sized mounted gangsters. However, if a large horse bandit had to rely on robbing a small caravan to survive, they would probably have to leave every three to five days.

This kind of hard work also made the survival of large horse bandit groups difficult.

In the past, a large group of thousands of people in Burney would have to die by less than half if they had to survive the winter.

But now, they only had a few dozen people remaining. These stolen items were more than enough for them to share.

"Hurry up!" Change into Han's attire, cut off their hair and scalp one by one, and put them on, pretending to be merchants of Han Meng, and go to Central Cloud City! " Looking at the group of subordinates who were still stuffing the merchant caravan's money into their pockets, Byrne scolded them.