"Chang Xia, let me try—"
After eating the cold noodles, Nuan Chun got up and walked towards Chang Xia. She reached out and took the bone pot from her hand. She applied the oil and took out the noodles according to Chang Xia's actions. She cooled them, cut them into strips, and filled her bowl.
"Nuan Chun. Want to try the rice noodles?" Chang Xia asked.
She had just started to learn how to make it, so Chang Xia didn't make too much. There was just enough rice noodles for two tries. Seeing Nuan Chun's eager expression, she smiled and asked.
Nuan Chun filled a bowl with the rice noodles she had cut. She was already full. She was in no hurry to eat more.
"Chang Xia, may I?"
"Sure. Let's make more and ask Nan Feng to send it to Chen Rong and the others to taste."
Then she handed all her tools to Nuan Chun.
She could try making Nuan Chun's raw rice noodles.
Unlike the powdery skin, raw rice flour had to be pressed into strips of flour using a fermented paste press. The flour would be placed in a hot pot, and after a few minutes, the pure white rice noodles were ready to go.
The raw rice noodles were delicate, flexible, and chewy.
It tasted very different from dry rice noodles.
The flour mixture was simple. The hard part was draining the flour and turning it into dough. At the same time, the dough of raw rice flour needed to be fermented, which was a big problem.
The Heluo tribe mainly wore animal skins and a kind of feather coat.
Feather clothes were woven from a special kind of silk thread by the birds.
The birds were flamboyant and narcissistic, and the feathers used by the birds were gorgeous and colorful. The feathers worn by the beasts were obtained from trading with the birds, and the colors were mainly green and gray. Therefore, the beasts called the feathers green cloth.
Chang Xia had many sets of clothes cut from green cloth. Most of the green cloth exchanged by the Heluo tribe with the birds had been made into Chang Xia's clothes, except for the cubs and some for the old people.
Chang Xia's skin was tender from a young age, and when she transformed into human form, it was easy for her to develop rash allergies if she wore ordinary animal skin. Her entire body would swell, and sting unbearably.
The shaman and the tribesmen tried their best. In the end, they found the birds to exchange for green cloth to make clothes. Only then did Chang Xia have clothes to wear.
It was not an exaggeration to say that Chang Xia was the favorite of the Heluo Tribe.
Previously, Chang Xia had asked Nan Feng to pass a message to Root that she did not want the tribe to send food over again because she did not want to take advantage of the tribe. She had been favored by too many tribesmen since she was young. Fortunately, the beasts were simple and agreeable. The tribesmen of the same age as Chang Xia did not argue with her.
The threads the birds used to weave the green cloth were different from the cotton linen Chang Xia knew.
The cotton linen was slightly prickly, but the threads woven into the green cloth were not. Chang Xia felt that these so-called threads were more like some kind of spider silk. They came from an animal that could spin silk, not from a plant.
Chang Xia had asked the shaman about it but he didn't know.
He only said that the threads woven in the green cloth were a secret technique of the bird race and that he should not ask casually.
"Chang Xia, why are you taking your clothes?" Nan Feng looked up and saw her taking out a shirt from the beast lair. She couldn't help but ask curiously.
Chang Xia said, "The balls of raw rice flour have to be fermented. I'm going to make a filter bag to wrap the rice flour and ferment it."
Needles were made of animal bones. Threads from the birds. They were also leftovers from the clothes the tribe made for Chang Xia. Although a roll of thread was not big, a fist-sized ball of thread could only be exchanged with a piece of animal skin. This thing was extremely expensive!
"We ran out of the green cloth exchanged by the tribe last year, and the only one left was given to Nuan Chun. If something happens to the birds this year, the tribe might not be able to exchange anything for the green cloth," Nan Feng said solemnly, reminding Chang Xia to save her money.
Chang Xia was different from them.
Even though she wore animal skins, she had to line them with green cloth.
She gathered a few sets of clothes and used them as a filter bag. Were there enough clothes for her to wear?
"My resistance has gradually increased since I became an adult. Perhaps I won't be allergic to wearing animal skins in the future. Besides, without green cloth, I might be able to find cotton and linen," Chang Xia said confidently.
"Cotton!"
Nan Feng Nuan Chun looked at each other and made a note of those two words.
"All right!" Nan Feng replied.
She scrambled to help steam the flour noodles, watching out of the corner of her eye as Chang Xia unpacked the clothes and used a needle and thread to sew the green cloth into a bag.
"Nan Feng—"
Nuan Chun's eerie voice suddenly sounded.
It made Nan Feng jump. Chang Xia turned to look back at him.
"Nuan Chun, what is it?" Nan Feng asked innocently.
Nuan Chun picked up the wooden basin in her hand and took a few deep breaths to suppress the violent emotions in her heart. She said angrily, "You idiot, look at what this basin of flour has become."
Hearing this, Chang Xia put down her needle and thread and walked over.
More than half of the basin was covered in powdery paste. It was obvious that it had been diluted.
"Uh!" Nan Feng smiled sheepishly. She had been so busy talking to Chang Xia that she had accidentally put too much water in. She swallowed and whispered, "Why don't… we put some more fruit powder in?"
The powder was made from water and fruit powder.
If it was diluted, she should add some fruit powder.
If it's too dry, she should add water.
Catching a glimpse of Nan Feng's restless hand, Nuan Chun held her forehead, not wanting to see her face again. Chang Xia covered the twitching corner of his mouth. Nan Feng's image had collapsed too quickly, like a tornado. It was a little overwhelming.
"Nan Feng, don't …" Chang Xia stopped Nan Feng from adding powdered fruit to the basin. She suddenly remembered that there seemed to be another way to eat steamed flour. That was a rice noodle roll which was very similar to cold noodles.
Rice noodle rolls were a very famous snack in Guangdong on Earth.
There were all kinds of flavors.
Whether it was seafood or various types of meat, or even corn, mushrooms, and vegetables, basically any ingredients could be used as stuffing.
Speaking of which, aside from these ingredients, the most amazing thing about eating rice noodle rolls is the way they're seasoned. Sesame paste, sweet sauce, chili sauce and ketchup. You wouldn't like it without the sauce.
When Chang Xia was eating sour fruit earlier, she thought about making a sour jam. After all, there was still more than half a basket of sour fruits in the beast lair. However, at that time, she was too busy building the house cave to have time. At this moment, Nan Feng had accidentally made flour that was suitable for rice noodle rolls. Chang Xia felt that the making of sour jam could be put on the agenda.
"Should we throw it away?" Nuan Chun asked, her heart aching.
Chang Xia smiled and said, "We don't have to discard it. You can try making it into rice noodle rolls. It's just as good. Unfortunately, there's no sauce at home, and rice noodle rolls without sauce are soulless. Still, it's worth a try."
"Rice noodle rolls, huh? What should I do?"
Nuan Chun secretly heaved a sigh of relief as she opened the wooden basin.
She turned and glared at Nan Feng.
Nan Feng looked up at the sky, not daring to meet Nuan Chun's gaze. Sure enough, this kind of delicate work didn't suit her. Did she have to learn from Chang Xia and find a male who could cook?
Looking at the sky, Nan Feng's imagination ran wild.
"It's about the same as flour noodles," Chang Xia said. "Pour the flour into the bone pot and add the meat slices, bird eggs, shrimp, and wild vegetables to steam. Then drizzle it with the delicious sauce."
"Chang Xia, is the sauce made of ginger, onion and garlic?" Nuan Chun asked curiously.
"No. The sauce is boiled like sour fruit to make sour jam, River shrimps and crabs will be boiled to make shrimp and crab sauce. There's not enough material in the beast lair to make the sauce for now," Chang Xia explained as she took a piece of fresh meat from the beast lair and sliced it.
There was no sauce, so they had to eat it with bone soup.
The fruit powder and rice noodles tasted good. Presumably, the rice noodle rolls made would not taste bad.