Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 86 - Were these going to be his last words? (3)
As Lu Xingchi drove the jeep forward, the incline on the sides of the road became more pronounced. On one side of the large incline, there was a dense grove of bamboo. The long bamboo leaves rustled in the night wind.
Jiang Fei looked out the car window and quietly said, "It's almost time to dig spring bamboo shoots. There was also a bamboo grove in the mountain behind my grandma's home when I was a child. During spring, my grandma would take me there to dig up fresh bamboo shoots."
It was just a casual remark from Jiang Fei, but Du Ruo asked, "Do they taste good? How about we go digging for some too?"
He was in a special situation right now, and his every word sounded like the last wish of a dying man. No one would deny his request. Lu Xingchi immediately pulled the jeep over.
Bei Nuan handed out flashlights, and the group searched for bamboo shoots in the dark bamboo grove. It had rained during the day, and the ground was still a bit damp with fresh bamboo shoots peeking out from the soil.
The multifunctional engineering shovels they had bought back in the outdoor equipment store were very easy to use. Everyone worked together, and they dug out a lot of bamboo shoots.
Bei Nuan simply set up a table outside the bamboo grove, took out lights, and turned them on.
Jiang Fei peeled off the outer layers of the bamboo shoots. The inner part of the bamboo was white and tender. Foodies would salivate just from looking at it.
Du Ruo consulted the bamboo expert. "How do we cook this so that it tastes good?"
Jiang Fei smiled. "These bamboo shoots are so fresh. They'll taste good no matter how you cook them, but my favorite way of cooking them is my grandma's yan du xian recipe.
(T/N: Here's a link for a yan du xian recipe.)
"Let's cook that then?" Du Ruo's eyes lit up.
Jiang Fei agreed. He cut the prepared bamboo shoots into pieces and asked Bei Nuan for pork ribs, salted pork, and tripe knots. He soaked the salted pork and tripe knots, blanched the bamboo shoots and pork ribs, and then put all of the ingredients into the pot.
Finally, Jiang Fei lowered the heat and asked Bei Nuan with a smile, "It has to simmer for a long time. Can you put it in your pocket space?"
"Of course." Bei Nuan put the pot and portal stove away. "I'll watch the fire for you."
The pot of delicious food slowly simmered in the lower level of the pocket space. Everyone boarded the jeep and continued down the road.
After all these delays, it was late at night.
Du Ruo was waiting for his delicious food. After only waiting for a while, he couldn't hold back his sleepiness anymore and asked Bei Nuan for a blanket.
Before closing his eyes, he sleepily wrapped the blanket around him and didn't forget to urge Bei Nuan, "Wake me up when the yan du xian is ready."
Bei Nuan sadly thought; were these going to be his last words?
If she was able to safely get out of this novel world, when she was old and had many grandchildren, she would cook them a pot of yan du xian and tell them, "Grandma once had a friend. His last words were - "Wake me up when the yan du xian is ready."
If these were to be his last words, they really matched his style.
As the night settled in, Jiang Fei also fell asleep in the back asleep.
Lu Xingchi was driving the jeep very fast. His brow was furrowed, and he didn't look like he was going to stop the jeep.
He suddenly asked her in a quiet voice, "Where do you think Huo Ren went?"