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"Cough, cough, well... actually, there is a way to salvage this."
Hearing the voice, Fu Gui and Wang Xiangzi both turned to look at him.
Wang Xiangzi asked, "What, do you want to add more noodles?"
Fu Gui replied, "I'm telling you, that's impossible. We might as well turn these into noodle dumplings. No matter how bad they taste, for now, we’ll just have to consider them our own meals in the Canteen. And you, you little rascal, you better eat until you're stuffed."
Ye Chen smiled awkwardly, "What if I could find another way to salvage it without wasting any more flour?"
Wang Xiangzi shot him a glance, "That's impossible. It's already like this; what else do you expect to do?"
Fu Gui remained silent, but a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
Half an hour later.
Fu Gui and Wang Xiangzi looked at the bowl of translucent noodle skin in front of them and curiously poked it with their fingers.
"What is this?" Fu Gui picked up the noodle skin that Ye Chen had mixed with chili water and took a bite. His eyes lit up instantly. "What is this? It's refreshing and smooth, completely different from any noodles I've had before."
Ye Chen grinned and said, "This is noodle skin; it's a new way I've come up with to eat it. What do you think?"
Wang Xiangzi's eyes widened as well. He had encountered so many surprises from this kid; even the method of making these noodles was something he hadn’t mastered after cooking for over a decade.
Watching Wang Xiangzi and Fu Gui evaluate the noodle skin he had made, Ye Chen finally felt relieved. He wouldn’t have to face the military stick after all.
This was his first attempt at making noodle skin, and thankfully it was successful on the first try. He had seen a tutorial from a certain influencer before but had never tried it out; he just kept it in his favorites collecting dust. It was only after working at the Canteen for some time that he dared to give it a shot. If it were before, he would never have had the courage to do this.
After the Kitchen Revolution, a wave of excitement swept through the Military Camp, with many soldiers discussing the new culinary creations emerging from the Canteen.
In the past, meals consisted mainly of noodles or rice soup, with only a few variations, leaving everyone feeling uninspired. However, this new way of preparing food quickly gained unanimous approval.
Since that day, Ye Chen seemed to have flipped a switch, experimenting with new dishes every day. He tried nearly everything he could make with the ingredients available in the Kitchen.
“What is this? It looks soft and fluffy, and it tastes sweet,” Lou Yu exclaimed as he popped a piece of Little Cake that Ye Chen had cut into his mouth.
“This is Little Cake. It’s not very filling; just two pieces will do. The rest needs to be shared with today’s soldiers,” Ye Chen said as he snatched back a few extra pieces from Lou Yu and shooed him out of the Kitchen.
Lou Yu pouted, “You’re so stingy! It’s just a couple more pieces!”
Ignoring him, Ye Chen continued to whip the egg whites. It was labor-intensive work, and soon his arms began to feel sore.
Seeing this, Lou Yu reached over to take the tools from Ye Chen. “By the way, we’ll be heading to Cangzhou in a couple of days. You should start preparing.”
Wiping the fine sweat from his forehead with his wrist, Ye Chen replied, “Alright, got it.”
Meanwhile, at the Medical Camp Pharmacy...
“What is this?” Pei Guanjing asked, looking at the pastry in Xiao Chen’s hand. He paused for a moment; he had never seen such a pastry before. It didn’t appear particularly delicate but was filled with a sweet aroma.
As Xiao Chen continued grinding herbal powder beneath his feet, he quickly devoured the pastry one bite after another. Glancing at Pei Guanjing, he smiled and said, “This is a new dessert developed by the Canteen. It’s meant to reward us for our victory against the Wolf Tribe. Would you like to try one, Doctor Pei?”
Pei Guanjing shook his head and smiled faintly. “No thanks. I’m just curious which chef in the Canteen made such fragrant and soft pastries.”
Xiao Chen picked up a piece from the table and stuffed it into his mouth, cheeks puffed out as he said, “It’s not the head chef; it’s that new kid, Ye Chen. He just joined recently. Speaking of which, Doctor Pei started around the same time you did in the Military Camp, so you two seem to have some kind of fate. Why don’t you try these pastries?”
“No need,” Pei Guanjing replied, turning to pull open a drawer and continue retrieving medicine.
In the dim light, Pei Guanjing’s gaze shifted to the scale, where the markings on the dark ebony wood were clearly visible.
The afternoon was sunny, but a sudden gust of wind swept through the Military Camp, prompting many soldiers to take their meals back to their tents.
When Pei Guanjing went to get his food, he happened upon quite a scene.
“Lou Yu, you’re stealing food again!”
In the kitchen, Ye Chen was wearing a white apron and playfully chasing Lou Yu with a rolling pin. Lou Yu’s eyes sparkled with laughter as he dodged and accepted Ye Chen’s playful punches and kicks.
For the Tianqian people, ordinary punches and kicks were nothing to worry about; they posed no real harm. However, that didn’t mean every Tianqian would allow others to come close and hit them without consequence.
Their antics resembled a playful flirtation.
The sight before him stung Pei Guanjing’s eyes. His amber gaze glimmered with a hint of glassy color as he lowered his head, silently collecting his food before turning to leave.
The wind and sand in Lan Prefecture were fierce. Today, with the gusts blowing, Pei Guanjing wrapped himself in a gauze scarf commonly worn by locals, covering his hair and neck while revealing only his elegantly handsome face.
As if sensing an unknown attraction, Ye Chen suddenly turned around and caught sight of a figure wrapped in gauze walking away.
“What are you looking at?” Lou Yu bent down to align himself with Ye Chen’s line of sight.
“Nothing,” Ye Chen replied, turning back as his lips brushed against Lou Yu’s ear.
Lou Yu suddenly felt a jolt run through his body, his eyes widening as he instinctively stepped back from Ye Chen.
"What are you doing?" Lou Yu covered one ear with his hand, retreating into a corner, looking like a virtuous woman being teased.
"Heh." Ye Chen scoffed, "It's just a kiss. What's the big deal? Haven't you ever been kissed before?"
Lou Yu stammered, "Well... of course I have!"
He dropped his hand, his cheeks flushing bright red, but the young man still forced himself to argue, "Let me tell you, I, General Xiao Lou, am always the favorite among the Kun Ze. Who wouldn't want to kiss me when they see the Jade Tree in the Wind? It's just that those Kun Ze are too shy to say it out loud."
Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, "Oh really?!"
With a sideways glance, Lou Yu caught the disdain in Ye Chen's eyes and immediately bristled. "What kind of expression is that? I'm not lying! I'm in the top three of the Capital Aristocrat Ranking! Do you understand the significance of that?"
Fu Gui, who was nearby and had grown accustomed to their daily banter, occasionally chimed in but soon lost interest as people began to line up for service.
Upon hearing Lou Yu claim he was among the top three on the aristocrat list, Fu Gui became curious and asked, "So who’s at the top?"
Lou Yu turned away like a deflated balloon, gritting his teeth as he spat out three words: "Pei Guanjing."
With a loud clatter, Ye Chen's spoon fell to the ground.
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