This beef was monster meat, quite cheap, but took a while to stew, using many spices and having a strong spicy flavor.
He also steamed a pot of pastries.
Soft, glutinous, sweet...
Not only Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, but even Mr. Zhuang and Old Kui were deeply impressed.
Mr. Zhuang couldn’t help but wonder if teaching Mo Hua about formations had hindered his development in culinary skills...
Bai Zisheng still finished every last bite, then sadly said, "Still not as good as Aunt Liu."
Mo Hua didn’t indulge him this time and snorted coldly, "Then why don’t you cook?"
Bai Zisheng said boldly, "I will cook!"
He felt that even though he hadn’t eaten pork before, he’d seen pigs run.
Besides, having eaten a lot of meat and seen Mo Hua’s cooking process, he thought such a task should be nothing for someone with his aptitude.
So Bai Zisheng tried to cook a pot of meat himself.
But the meat he cooked turned out dry and stringy, flavorless, tough to chew, and even had a gamey taste.
Bai Zisheng tasted it and his whole face scrunched up.
Curious, Bai Zixi also tried to knead some dough, but it wasn’t steamed thoroughly, limp like a clump of white mud...
Both of them could only look longingly at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua sighed and had to cook for them again.
After some effort, Bai Zisheng, again eating the dishes made by Mo Hua, was moved almost to tears, especially when compared to his own attempt.
Bai Zixi nibbled on the pastries, her eyes gleaming with delight.
And so, as the carriage trundled along, unknowingly, another half a month passed by.
During the day, they traveled and learned about formations from Mr. Zhuang on the carriage.
When it came to mealtimes, Mo Hua cooked.
If by night they hadn’t come across an Immortal City, a small town, or some wild temples and small sects nestled in the mountains, they would have to camp out.
The carriage was naturally reserved for Mr. Zhuang.
As the master for the three of them, respecting and valuing the teacher was only natural.
Moreover, since leaving Tongxian City, Mr. Zhuang’s complexion had improved somewhat, but his breath was still somewhat weak.
Mo Hua also hoped Mr. Zhuang could rest well.
The three disciples would camp outside.
Before camping, Mo Hua would set up stone formations around the perimeter and lay an Early Warning Formation to guard against monster beasts or bandits.
Then, Mo Hua, Bai Zisheng, and Bai Zixi would each cover themselves with a blanket and lie down on the ground.
These blankets were also from the Bai Family, but Mo Hua had redrawn formations on them.
They could warm up and let air through, cozy and not stuffy, very comfortable to cover with.
The night fell, and the mountain moon shone coldly.
Wrapped in their blankets, the three resembled little caterpillars, bathed in moonlight, sleeping quietly.