Investing in the Rebirth of the Empress, She Called Me Husband

The sky was gray in the morning, making people worry about whether there would be another heavy snowfall.

The Qingmu Camp was still busy, and the soldiers were busy with various post-war affairs. The snow-white ground soon became full of various messy footprints and wheel tracks.

The kitchen was even more lively, and the kitchen utensils were moved to the open space. Fresh vegetables and ingredients were constantly brought in by large and small carts, and they were busy preparing dumplings.

The arrival of a person made the busy guys put down their work and greet loudly.

Li Mo was not fully recovered yet, and he and Huang Donglai used a combination of skills to come here.

"Is the Hidden Dragon Ranking coming soon?"

"It's true, Master Li is like a god descending from heaven this time. At this age, he can defeat thousands of enemies. Which young hero can do this?"

"I think our current prince may not be the number one prodigy in front of Master Li."

"To be honest, it is true. After all, the status of the prince is there. If Yan Tianzong does not rank him first, His Majesty will lose face. It is hard to say whether there is any shady deal."

"Why do you think Master Huang is so skilled in carrying Master Li?"

"Because he is... kind?"

Not long after.

Li Mo and Huang Dong came to the kitchen, where the generals were busy, and they were also very busy.

Wu Lang was chopping melons and vegetables with his thick-backed golden ring knife. The garrison general next to him must have practiced the martial arts of using force to fight force, and was connecting and transforming the dough.

Commander Qu with white hair was the most simple, mixing the dumpling filling.

"Uncle Qu, are you not going to dye your hair back?"

Li Mo asked casually after canceling the combo.

At first glance, the gray hair made Qu Sheng's deep and steady temperament more down-to-earth.

It is easy to remind people of the middle-aged family pillars who work hard for life and age quickly.

"No more tossing."

Qu Sheng squinted his eyes seriously, his hands moving non-stop: "I'm studying something very important."

"Huh?"

Li Mo immediately became serious, and Qu Sheng rarely said the word "important".

"Besides, I have used the martial arts of the gatekeeper, one is the hanging cloud palm, and the other is the golden silk cloud-cutting knife, but I still can't take it."

"What can't be taken?"

"Dumpling stuffing."

Qu Sheng brought a plate of dumpling stuffing over.

Li Mo: "....."

This pork has suffered too much damage that it shouldn't have suffered.

"Too much cabbage, too much pork, the dumpling filling is best with fat and lean, cut into fine pieces..."

Chef Li can't do it himself now, but he still gave technical guidance.

"This is also a science, and it takes a lot of thought."

"Why did the commander think of himself and dumpling fillings today?"

"When I left home, my family had a meal in town, and we had pork and green onion dumplings. Later, I ate it many times, but I never tasted that taste again, never again."

Qu Sheng recalled the taste of that plate of dumplings.

But after all, he hasn't been home for thirty or forty years, and he may not remember the shape of the dumplings clearly, let alone the taste.

"Why don't you try this? This is an ancestral secret recipe, I won't tell it to ordinary people."

"Oh?"

Qu Sheng took the ancestral dumpling filling recipe given by Li Mo and studied it with great interest, as if he had obtained some profound secret book.

In Li Mo's mind, a prompt sounded:

[Congratulations to the host, you have successfully invested in Qu Sheng and helped him find the taste of his hometown. ]

[Investment feedback: Homeward Arrow. ]

[Homeward Arrow]: "Write your name on the tail of the arrow, and it will be sent to the person you want, provided that the person is still alive."

Li Mo was stunned.

Commander Qu can obviously give normal investment feedback.

How come there is no feedback after defending Qingmu City?

The Destiny Eye was activated, and Li Mo looked at Qu Sheng who was flipping through the dumpling filling recipe.

[Name: Qu Sheng]

[Age: 52]

[Root bone: Golden beam and jade bone (modified later)]

[Realm: Third Heaven of the Exterior Scene. ]

[Destiny: Black]

[Evaluation: Born a mortal body, mediocre talent, a life of hard work, born in trouble, fortunately died in peace. 】

【Recent encounters: Burning life, overdrawing on outdoor scenes, leaving only homesickness, eager to wait until the return of the King of Zhennan, and return to his hometown to return to his roots. 】

Li Mo suddenly knew why he didn't get any feedback from Qu Sheng.

Because he didn't change the other party's fate.

Qu Sheng would still die in the Qingmu City defense battle, just earlier or later, and Qu Sheng obviously didn't wait for the King of Zhennan, and eventually died in a foreign land.

"Young Master Li, do you think this is right?"

A pot of freshly made dumpling stuffing was brought in front of him.

"Right."Li Mo's frown relaxed and he nodded.

Little Li Tiancai pondered for a moment and suggested:

"How can we eat dumplings without some luck? Let's put something in the dumplings when we make them."

"Yeah, for good luck, what should we put in?"

"Put some money."

Huang Donglai pointed excitedly at his missing front tooth. He had only eaten dumplings once in his life, but he ate too much and his front tooth broke on the copper coin.

He was very cautious afterwards.

"Okay."

Li Mo had the same idea.

Bang——

Several wooden boxes fell heavily to the ground. Li Mo had no time to count the money from the investment feedback, but fortunately they were all stuffed into the boxes, about fifty or sixty.

"What is this?"

"Silver note."

"?"

The kitchen was a little quiet for a while. Wu Lang picked up a piece, and it was clearly written with one thousand taels.

Three boxes, all of them. He didn't even dare to burn paper for his ancestors like this.

Huang Donglai was used to it, and shook his head and said:

"Brother Li, how can you put silver notes in the pot to cook? It's better to exchange them for copper coins and silver corners."

"That makes sense."

"Well, the key is that there are tens of thousands of people. There are so many dumplings, and no matter how many silver notes there are, I'm afraid it won't be enough to distribute..."

"That's not necessarily true."

"???"

So thumb-sized golden beans were made and wrapped in the dumpling stuffing.

"Hey, Donglai, help me."

"What's wrong?"

Huang Donglai didn't know why he was looking for him again, so he put down his work and went over.

Student Li glanced at Qu Sheng and found that our Great Commander Qingmu took the wrapped dumplings and went out to the snow to cool down, and then he took something out of his sleeve.

"Remember to make a mark in this dumpling, don't lose it when cooked."

"What is this?"

"Top-grade precious pill."

"Hiss..."

Huang Donglai made a tactical retreat.

Top-grade precious pill, this priceless thing, you use it to make dumplings?

Really awesome.

"I made these dumplings just for this pill."

Li Mo patted his shoulder, signaling the steady Donglai brother to keep quiet.

Then he went to other cooks and took out his special barbecue soul juice.

Today's winter solstice celebration banquet is barbecue with dumplings.

He was teaching the recipe.

Suddenly, there was a footstep outside, but the scene was too lively and there were too many people coming and going, so it was hard to hear clearly.

"Young Master Li, niu." The cook next to him niu lipped.

"Why are you niu lipping suddenly..."

Li Mo was puzzled, but he turned his head subconsciously.

"....."

It's a lump of ice... coming from the ice and snow.

She is about to walk into the kitchen!

Xiao Li's face changed drastically! !