Traveling with Indra

The sun once again fell on the green grass, and Ashura hummed and started working. Mingluo did not peel the bamboo today, but was removing the green from the bamboo. Half of spring had passed, and she had to make the bamboo bed and bamboo stool before summer. The mat was a handmade job, so it didn't matter if it took some time.

Ming Luo's fingers have a circle of metal attached to the skin, so she is not afraid of bamboo thorns at all. Her fingers are too white and tender now, and if she doesn't wear protection, she will bleed immediately. I wonder if the body molded by the Jin Lingjing is considered human?

It is not difficult to make a small bamboo chair with a backrest. Mingluo cut three bamboos and assembled them in the afternoon. When she was preparing to bend the bamboos by burning them, she heard Asura calling her brother.

Indra came after dinner and told her that the Ninja Clan would not exchange grain for a high price just because the quality of refined salt was good. "One pound of salt for 15 pounds of unhusked millet."

"Then I'll think about it."

Ming Luo thought the price was a bit of a loss. She didn't bring much salt, and the Golden Spirit Mirror wasn't a special storage device, so there wasn't much space to put things in. Rice, flour, and noodles took up a lot of space, as well as clothes, quilts, shoes, bottles and jars of daily necessities, paper towels, books, seasonings, medicines, and some sundries. She didn't even buy snacks.

Of course, the main reason was that she was poor, and even after her death, she still didn't have enough money to spend.

Do you dare to believe that bastard who was struck by lightning said he was an unemployed vagrant?

Considering that most people in this area eat rice, Mingluo decided to use the method of making rice noodles to exchange for some rice. The rice she bought was based on her own needs, and she estimated that she would be short of food if she had two more rice buckets.

There will definitely be people willing to learn it. One kilogram of rice can be made into about 1 kilograms of rice noodles. This extra step can double the amount of food and is more novel. The Ninja Clan will be willing to introduce it.

"I need you to go to Shinobi to study." Indra thought that since it would take a long time to build the house, it would be better for her to go to Shinobi to study. If anyone is willing to come and study, they will bring food to find them.

"Or... forget it." Ming Luo took a step back. She didn't want to set foot in the Ninja Clan, let alone teach cooking lessons to so many strangers. Just thinking about it made her want to cry for help. It was too scary.

Ashura couldn't understand what she was afraid of. "Why are you afraid of people?"

Mingluo knew that the concept of social phobia was difficult for people to understand. "I just don't like it."

"You are also a human being." Why don't people like other people?

“Can’t people dislike people?”

"..." Asura covered his face in embarrassment, almost dizzy.

Indra did not argue about such meaningless things. He looked at Mingluo and asked for her opinion. Since she was unwilling to teach, what did she want to do? "What do you plan to do?"

"I will go down the mountain and sell the recipe to the restaurant in the town." Mingluo thought for a moment and came up with a solution. It is better to do business with the market than with those families in the Ninja Clan that may have disputes.

Ashura was deeply shocked by this. Is the Ninja Sect a dangerous place? "You would rather go down the mountain than go to the Ninja Sect?"

Ming Luo ignored his words, thinking that she might not be able to learn in the Ninja Sect and would need to be taught again, but the hotel was a one-time deal. She was building a house and had so many things to do that she didn't have time to run back and forth.

"If I must contact people, I choose to do it once and for all." Ming Luo stood in a pile of bamboo shavings, holding the hatchet and carefully wrote the last word.

"..."

"..."

This sentence of once and for all was very tragic, and Indra and Asura were convinced. In order to avoid going out many times, the girl chose to go far away once.

"I'll ask you one last question. Aren't you afraid of us?" Asura looked resentful. Aren't they human?

"Do you want to hear the truth?" Ming Luo looked at him in the same dim way, knowing that saying it out loud might be a little hurtful.

"……you say."

"I hope to keep a safe distance from you." Don't think that people with social anxiety can't speak. As long as you give me a mobile phone, my golden sentences can get over a hundred likes in minutes.

Ashura: QAQ嘤.

Indra felt inexplicably amused, and when he noticed it, the corners of his mouth curled up. When neither of them noticed, he turned around and continued making the model on the stone workbench.

Mingluo thought about making rice noodles for them to taste today. She soaked the rice first and assembled the bamboo stool. After hammering and banging, she finished one and took the iron basin to the stove to work. She took the reamer of the meat grinder, her fingers pinched the handle and fused it with the metal, and activated her ability to make the reamer spin as fast as if it was powered on. As the rice was crushed, the basin was soon filled with rice slurry.

[I can just use a blender, but people here use a stone mill, and a dough press is needed to make dough.] Mingluo looked at the homemade dough press next to her. The well-shaking bracket and the puller were both made of bamboo sticks. She made the dough outlet and the "weight" out of metal, which was not very laborious.

But will the hotel buy this equipment?

Do all hotels have stone mills?

Ming Luo kneaded the rice ball and sighed helplessly. With low productivity, she should probably find another way out. Selling recipes? Finding one with less seasoning should be no problem.

"Mingluo, what is this?" Asura saw her fiddling with the pasta machine while drinking water.

"You try it." Ming Luo waved her hand and stuffed the kneaded rice ball into the dough container. She asked Asura to press it and she held a large plate to catch it.

Ashura poked his head out curiously, pressed down the bamboo stick, and looked at the white rice noodles coming out with his eyes wide open. "Is this dinner?"

"It's very slippery." Mingluo still had a pot of bone soup, so they decided to have a light meal tonight.

With this expectation of slippery, Asura swung the axe faster. When it was time for dinner, the three of them sat on the stone table again, holding their bowls and slurping rice noodles.

The milky white bone soup was fragrant, embellished with chopped green onions, and the fried egg was brown and tempting. Ashura imitated Mingluo and sucked it into his mouth. The slippery touch stimulated his lips and tongue, and he instantly felt more comfortable.

Indra also took a sip and felt that the rice noodles were quite magical. You couldn't tell that they were made of rice.

Maybe someone would want to learn it?

Hiss~

Hiss~

This slurping feeling is the joy of eating rice noodles, and the two of them finished the whole pot without realizing it.

The two brothers went home again in the night. On the way, Asura saw a few friends. They asked him directly, "They haven't seen him for a few days. Is he practicing with Lord Indra?"

"Asura, I'm going back first." Indra did not stop his brother from making friends, but he would not get involved in them.

"I... am helping someone build a house." Ashura scratched his head and remembered that he hadn't played with his friends for two days.

"With Lord Indra?"

"Wow...brother, for accompanying me."

“How long will it take to build?”

"We help too."

“There is strength in numbers.”

Asura thought of Mingluo's face, hesitated for a moment and shook his head. "Mingluo is very shy, you will scare her."

"female?"

"Asura, you carried your brothers on your back... hehe."

"No, you think too much." Asura waved his hands to explain quickly, but he didn't mention that he wanted to eat Mingluo's meal. It was indeed a bit unkind to eat delicious food behind his friends' backs.

[Mingluo...why do you hate humans? 】

—That night—

Ashura ran to his brother's room: "Brother, is there any way to get Mingluo to move to the Ninja Clan?"

Indra put down the model: "She may leave Xiaoyuan Mountain overnight."

Asura sighed, this is very possible.