You Brought It on Yourself

Wu Jiong looked at the noodles and said, "It's amazing."

Jian Mo worked on it, she felt it was exactly the noodles she remembered, and she grew increasingly excited. "This is just the first step; the magic is yet to come. Let me make a delicious noodle sauce first."

When it comes to delicious noodle sauce, meat is definitely the way to go.

After eating so many barbecues, it was time to have some stewed meat. Jian Mo went to the frozen meat section in the backyard and picked out a piece of meat with three parts fat and seven parts lean. He blanched it first, then added seasoning powder and put it in a stone pot to stew slowly.

To accompany the noodles, Jian Mo even took out the only pickled vegetables she had left at home, stir-fried them, and set them aside.

I traveled through the night to the back mountain to dig up Tendon Grass to eat with noodles later.

Seeing him bustling around inside and outside the house, Wu Jiong realized that he really valued this bowl of noodles, so he helped him out and even went to the neighbor's house to borrow some bird eggs.

They ate dinner very late, after most of the families in the tribe had fallen asleep.

Jian Mo took out two earthenware soup bowls, first adding animal fat, shellfish powder, pepper powder, garlic powder and other seasonings, then ladling two spoonfuls of noodle soup into the two large bowls.

After adding the broth, he scooped up the noodles and divided them evenly into two large bowls. He then put a large spoonful of stewed meat into each bowl, along with pickled vegetables, a halved soft-boiled bird egg, and a small handful of tender yellow Tendon Grass.

Jian Mo carefully held the bowl of noodles. "Come on, let's eat at the table."

Wu Jiong: "Okay."

Jian Mo even brought over the oil lamp and took the dried flowers from the shelf and placed them on the table, creating a very formal atmosphere before starting to prepare the noodles.

The noodles were piping hot, smooth, and chewy as soon as they entered his mouth, their rich aroma infused with the broth. They were unlike any other food he had tasted here, and were actually about 80% similar to braised pork noodles on Earth.

Jian Mo blinked amidst the steaming hot soup, and a tear instantly fell into the soup.

Wu Jiong walked over and gently put his arm around his shoulder. "Do you miss home?"

Jian Mo sniffed and wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. "I thought I didn't want to, since all my family is gone anyway, but actually I do miss them. These noodles look just like the ones I used to eat back home."

Wu Jiong didn't know how to comfort him, so he leaned over and pressed his forehead against Wu Jiong's.

Jian Mo calmed herself down first. "It's nothing, I just suddenly felt a little homesick. Even if I can't go home, a bowl of noodles is nice, it's really delicious."

This kind of refined carbohydrate might not be anything special on Earth, but here it's considered a delicacy, far more precious than any kind of meat.

Jian Mo nudged Wu Jiong: "You eat too, it's delicious."

Wu Jiong picked up a piece of noodles and put it in Jian Mo's bowl. "Okay, eat more."

Jian Mo sniffed. "That's enough, you should try our noodles."

Jian Mo looked at Wu Jiong with anticipation.

Wu Jiong picked up a mouthful of noodles, tasted it, and gave a very serious evaluation. "Delicious. The noodles are smooth, the braised meat is tender and juicy, the Tendon Grass is refreshing, and paired with the slightly sour pickled vegetables, the taste is quite unique."

Jian Mo: "You'll feel better if you have another sip of soup, another bite of noodles, and another sip of soup."

Wu Jiong picked up the bowl, took a sip of the soup, swallowed the hot broth, and sighed, "Comfortable."

Jian Mo said, "Right. I feel that the highest level of food is to soothe the soul."

As she spoke, Jian Mo picked up her bowl, took a sip of the noodle soup, and said, "It was worth it."

Chapter 61 Reap What You Sow

After finishing the noodles, Wu Jiong noticed that Jian Mo was still somewhat down, so he told him to rest in the room while he took the bowls to wash them.

Jian Mo's gaze remained fixed on Wu Jiong.

After washing the dishes, Wu Jiong came over and touched Jian Mo's forehead with his hand to make sure he was alright before he felt a little relieved.

Wu Jiong said, "There's water in the pot, why don't you take a hot bath?"

Jian Mo nodded. "I'll go get the soap."

Taking a hot bath does help relax the mind, but Jian Mo is still a little homesick, and her emotions have been fluctuating quite a bit today.

Even after he snuggled into his warm bed, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

After Wu Jiong finished showering, he lay down beside him, and Wu Jiong went over and hugged him, smelling the scent of his skin, and sighed softly.

Wu Jiong leaned down and kissed him. "Go to sleep."

Jian Mo lay quietly in bed, waiting for sleep to come.

He waited for a long time, until the moon had risen outside the window, but he still couldn't fall asleep and could only keep his eyes open, counting the stars outside.

He couldn't sleep, Wu Jiong, who was with him, also couldn't sleep.

Wu Jiong thought he didn't know, but he could tell from the slightly uneven breathing.

After tossing and turning in bed for a long time, Jian Mo suddenly said, "How about I go get some Snow Pearl Wine to drink? It might make me feel better."

Wu Jiong: "It's cold outside, I'll go."

Wu Jiong quickly brought up the Snow Pearl Wine. To prevent Jian Mo from drinking cold wine, he specially brought a pot, placed it on a charcoal brazier in the corner of the room, and poured the wine in to warm it.

Jian Mo leaned against the headboard, watching his meticulous movements, and felt something swell up in her chest, making her heart ache.

Wu Jiong turned around, saw his expression, walked over and touched his forehead, his eyes filled with worry.

The liquor was heated up quickly.

Snow Pearl Fruit truly lives up to its reputation as one of the best fruit wines here. It's refreshingly sweet and smooth on the palate, with a rich fruity aroma and a pleasant wine flavor. The alcohol content is probably not low.

After taking a couple of sips, Jian Mo's thoughts began to drift, and her eyes became unfocused.

Wu Jiong came over and put his arm around his waist, then pressed his cheek against his, trying to check on his condition.

Jian Mo reached out and pulled Wu Jiong's hand down, pressed her cheek against his palm, and then remained still.

Wu Jiong let him stick the blanket on for a while, then used his other hand to pull up the blanket, gave it a gentle shake, and prepared to cover him up.

Jian Mo reached out and hugged Wu Jiong's waist, murmuring in a slightly hoarse voice, "What should I do? I'm still not sleepy."

As he spoke, he snuggled into Wu Jiong's arms, burying his face in Wu Jiong's abs.