Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

[Host, you have been standing in the kitchen for a long time. Have you decided what to cook? I can make a recipe for you.]

Zhang Hanyan frowned and looked at the dazzling array of ingredients on the table, thinking silently.

She picked up the lean and fat pork belly and looked at the juicy green onions and the fragrant mushrooms.

I've made up my mind, let's make dumplings! I remember that in the original plot, it was written that the little brother liked to eat dumplings with vinegar, but that's all in the future, I just don't know if he likes it now.

Zhang Hanyan didn't continue to waste time talking to the system. She took out the flour from the cupboard, poured out an appropriate amount of flour, added water, kneaded it into a chewy dough and set it aside to rise.

Then she picked up a sharp kitchen knife, cleanly cut off the skin of the pork belly, and chopped the meat into minced meat.

Wash and chop the green onions and mushrooms, put them into a clean bowl together with the minced meat, and add seasonings.

By the time she prepared the seasonings, the dough was almost done rising.

She pinched the dough into even-sized pieces, rolled it into evenly thick skins with a rolling pin, then added the fillings and pinched them into crescent-shaped dumplings.

[Wow... Host, have you ever learned cooking before? These dumplings are so pretty.]

I haven’t learned it. I just used to be bored and liked to stay in the kitchen and study by myself. I do know a few home cooking skills.

The system was silent for a moment, then spoke hesitantly.

[Host, this shows how boring your previous life was...]

Zhang Hanyan paused in making dumplings, and couldn't help but think back to the long thousand years she had spent in the past. She actually felt that what the system said made some sense.

In the past, because she didn't like socializing, she simply closed the palace gates and spent those long years alone.

Because I often feel bored, I try to find anything that can kill time.

So in the end, she knew a little bit of everything.

[Host! The water is boiling! Quick, put the dumplings in!]

Zhang Hanyan came back to her senses, hurriedly put down the dumplings in her hand, and walked towards the stove where little smoke was coming out.

She opened the lid of the pot and put it aside, then went back to get the dumplings and put them in one by one. She held a spoon to the bottom of the pot and stirred gently to prevent them from sticking.

As time went by, the dumplings in the pot gradually became fuller and floated on the water one by one.

It looks white and plump, and is particularly attractive.

Zhang Hanyan took out a large bowl, scooped all the dumplings into it and placed them on a tray. She then took out small bowls, chopsticks, plates, and vinegar from the cupboard and placed them on the tray.

She put out the fire in the stove and walked back with the tray.

"Master, little brother, it's time to eat! We're having dumplings tonight!"

When Zhang Yecheng heard that he wanted to eat dumplings, he immediately stood up from the rattan chair, strode over, took the tray and placed it on the stone table under the ginkgo tree.

"Brother, it's time to eat, come quickly, or the master will eat all the dumplings if you're late!"

Zhang Qiling stopped picking up the ginkgo nuts, washed his hands in the basin, picked up the ginkgo nuts he had picked up and walked out.

"Brother, this is... ginkgo? Do you want to eat it?"

Zhang Hanyan looked at the golden and fragrant ginkgo nuts on the plate and really wanted to taste them.

Zhang Qiling did not answer her, but silently placed the plate in front of her.

"For me?" She pointed at herself in surprise.

"Ah."

He responded softly, picked up a dumpling with chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and ate it slowly.

Zhang Hanyan smiled, picked up the vinegar, poured it into a small white porcelain dish, and gently placed it in front of him.

"They say dumplings taste better when dipped in vinegar. Try it..."

Zhang Qiling frowned in confusion, picked up a dumpling and tentatively dipped it in the vinegar, then ate it under her expectant gaze.

"Well, it's delicious."

Zhang Yecheng looked at the smile on her face and rolled his eyes helplessly.

"You little bastard, you only know how to be jealous of Qi Ling. Do you think I am your master? Huh?"

Zhang Hanyan restrained her smile and glanced at him indifferently.

"What's wrong with you not having hands? I saw how enthusiastically you were eating dumplings just now. Why didn't you remember that none of your disciples had eaten yet?

Think about how young I am, not even as tall as the stove, and you are so cruel to let me cook without worrying about me getting scalded, burned, or...”

"Alright, alright! You're almost there. How come you're even more talkative than me at such a young age? This is unbelievable!"

Zhang Hanyan smiled complacently, stopped arguing with Zhang Yecheng, and started eating quietly.

Zhang Qiling watched her every move.

His eyes moved between her and Zhang Yecheng. Her puffy cheeks when she ate and Zhang Yecheng's bitter face and whispering were deeply engraved in his mind.

He lowered his head and frowned, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a tiny arc.

"Brother, where did you roast the ginkgo nuts? Each one is roasted just right and tastes delicious."

"Hmph..." Zhang Yecheng peeled a ginkgo nut and put it in his mouth, chewing it slowly. "Where else could it be roasted? It's in the iron sand basin where he practiced the Hair Hill Finger."

Zhang Hanyan paused in her shelling movements. She looked up at Zhang Qiling's fingers wrapped in cloth and immediately felt that the nuts in her hands were no longer fragrant.

She silently put the ginkgo nut in her hand back on the plate, not wanting to eat it anymore.

"Hmm? Girl, why don't you eat it? You know what, these ginkgo nuts are quite fragrant when roasted. Qi Ling, remember to put more in tomorrow!"

Zhang Qiling stared at the half-peeled ginkgo nut on the plate, reached out to pick it up and handed it to Zhang Hanyan.

"I don't want to eat it anymore, Master. Can't you let the little brother pick up something slightly bigger? The white fruit is so small, it will hurt his hands!"

Zhang Yecheng curled his lips and chuckled, eating ginkgo nuts non-stop, putting one after another into his mouth.

“This ginkgo nut is already very big, okay? Later on, it will be smaller things, like sunflower seeds, needle tips, wheat awns… Girl, this is the process you must go through when training your Hair Hill Finger.

Only in this way, when he goes to the tomb in the future, the mechanisms in the tomb can be easily cracked by his fingers. Those mechanisms will not show mercy to you, understand?"

Zhang Hanyan looked at the bloodstains on the cloth on Zhang Qiling's fingers and didn't know how to refute Zhang Yecheng's words.

Just because, what he said... is all right!

The mechanism in the tomb will not show mercy to you. If he indulges Zhang Qiling now, he may lose his life in the future because of this indulgence.

What's more, Zhang Hanyan knew that the situation Zhang Qiling would face in the future would far exceed the worst case scenario that Zhang Yecheng knew.