Juliana’s workshop Chapter 37: Biscuits and Soup

　　 Tours is very grateful to Lulunaka for his thoughtfulness, which saved him a lot of unnecessary trouble. Now for him, it is more important to regain his strength than to tell others about his experience.

　　Lulunaka took out some dry food and handed it to Tours. It was a biscuits made of a few pieces of dried meat and grains. The small piece was formed into a square, which looked like a small piece of wood. “Come on, eat something, Mr. Tours.”

　　 Turs used his right hand to produce the dry food that Lulunaka handed over. This kind of dry food made for long-term storage can feel its hardness just by holding it in the hand, but the taste does not represent all its value. This small piece of stuff condenses a lot of energy, and it also contains meat. This is a very convenient food for adult men like Tours, especially soldiers like him. And Tours has long been accustomed to the hard taste of this biscuit. “Thank you, Lulu Naka. But if it’s a bit watery, that’s even better.”

　　 “Of course there is water, otherwise it would be too much to let you eat this marching biscuit. If you become a choked person, then my sin will be great.” Lulunaka said . She stood up, picked up a thick wooden bowl from the edge of the campfire, and uncovered the small iron pot on the campfire. The wooden bowl is round, the walls and bottom of the bowl are thick, and the surface is polished smooth, but there are some rough burrs left, so that the wooden bowl does not fall to the ground too easily. When going out, practicality is always more important than appearance, especially for this kind of food.

　　 After the small iron pot was opened, a smell came out. It was not the taste of boiled food, there was no salt, no meat, only a delicate fragrance, and it smelled more like the smell of some plants being softened.

　　 “Our dinner time here is over long ago, so I can’t prepare a bowl of hot and thick soup for you.” Lulunaka started from a small iron pot and put something in a wooden bowl. It was a greenish liquid. It fell from a spoon that was hanging high and fell into a wooden bowl. The liquid passed through the air and formed a small light green waterfall. “But drinking some of this to serve as a meal, probably not worse than thick soup, right?”

　　Lulunaka filled the wooden bowl and took it in front of Tours. Tours had planned to take the wooden bowl with his left hand, but after thinking about it, he changed the biscuits to his left hand and took the bowl with his right hand. After taking the wooden bowl over, he was sure that it was a wise move to do so: This is a bit heavy wooden bowl, but he can’t bear it with his left hand now. Now his weak left hand can only do some simple swinging movements, and he can’t grasp the slightly heavier things. If you just took the bowl with your left hand, you might have been embarrassed now.

　　 Tours looked at the contents of the bowl. The liquid in the bowl seemed to be solidified in a wooden bowl, changing from the slightly greenish green to aquamarine green. The color didn’t make Tours frown, and the fragrance just in front of his nose and the turquoise liquid without any turbidity or impurities did not arouse his disgust.

　　 “What’s this?” Although he wasn’t disgusted with what Lulunaka handed him, Turs asked if he was cautious.

　　 “Some fruits and leaves.” Lulunaka replied, “There are some secret recipes handed down from the ancestors-I can’t disclose this. But this is not a poison that cannot be taken in. It is better to say that it tastes pretty good. Not bad.”

　　 Probably to reassure Tours, Lulunaka went on to explain what she had used to make such a turquoise liquid that was similar to a potion. Tours were listening, they were all things he also knew, and they weren’t rare. They might be everywhere near this forest. As for what Lulunaka didn’t say, about the secret formula, he was also very interested in not asking. Since it is a secret recipe passed down from the ancestors, of course it can’t be easily told to outsiders.

　　 “Please rest assured, I’m a girl, I can’t do any vicious things, can I?” Lulunaka laughed, and those shiny eyes looked at Turs without any evasion. The meaning of, seems to be proving that you are safe and harmless, “And, if you don’t worry about Mr. Tours, you won’t get close to me?”

　　 This girl named Lulu Naka always has a smile, and her words and deeds are also very considerate. If you want to say the only anomaly, it is probably that this girl is too easy to get close. To Turs this The stranger is also very friendly and not a bit nervous. Compared with Lulunaka, the four people sitting together over there have an attitude more like a traveler who meets a stranger. For Tours, in such a turbulent era, travellers should be cautious and guarded to make their journey safer, although only some.

　　Lulunaka’s words had some persuasiveness that Turs could not understand, so Turs brought the wooden bowl to his mouth. Perhaps it wasn’t because Lulunaka’s words were very persuasive, but because he was not worried about whether he had fallen into a trap and fell into the hands of malicious people. He has nothing to lose, he just wants to be able to leave here, away from the battlefield, go south, and return to King’s Castle. As long as he can return to the King’s Castle, everything in him can be abandoned, as long as it is not taking his life.

　　 At least Turs believes that Lulunaka, a girl’s house, will never have the vicious intention of killing people. Although this is only his wishful thinking.

　　 Tours took a sip of the turquoise liquid, which was a bit hot, but not to the extent of burning people. The taste is slightly sweet, a bit sticky, like drinking a bowl of green beans cooked soup, but the astringent green beans do not have such a taste and texture. Let Tours have a bowl of green beans If you choose one of the soup and this strange liquid, then Tours will choose this strange liquid made by Lulunaka without hesitation, even if it is poison.

　　 After the turquoise liquid entered his throat, it was obviously warm, but the cooling sensation spread throughout his body, which made him feel refreshed and his strength seemed to have recovered a lot. Tours originally planned to taste a little bit, but after this bite, he drank half of the bowl. After taking a sip of this wonderful soup, Tours stuffed a biscuit into his mouth. He ate a little eagerly, and the hard square biscuit was put directly into his mouth and snapped into pieces~ IndoMTL.com~ When he felt that his throat was about to be blocked by the biscuit block, he quickly took a sip of the soup and let him The crumbs of biscuits passed smoothly through the esophagus and fell into the stomach.

　　 “I think it’s better not to eat in such a hurry. If you are too anxious, you may have indigestion.” Lulunaka kindly reminded her from the side. Tours was sitting next to her, separated by a dog that was not a dog. To a strange visitor like Tours, Ward just moved his head, glanced at Tours, and no longer cared about the person. He dropped his head and continued to rest on the side of Lulunaka’s calf. Due to the posture, Tours did not find that the dog had a silver steel belly, which also saved Lulunaka a lot of trouble in explaining.

　　 Turs listened to Lulunaka’s suggestion, and instead of stuffing the biscuits into his mouth, he dipped the green soup, and then bit off the part that had been soaked in the soup. The biscuits softened by the soup are easier to eat, and the taste of the biscuits can be felt on Tours’s tongue, instead of just a few pieces of wood stuffed into the stomach. The green liquid dipped in the biscuits still looks very subtle, but it is not a problem after eating it in the stomach. The slightly sweet liquid made the biscuits more delicious, and the biscuits were not crudely manufactured by black merchants. Although they had lost some of their flavor due to long storage, Tours still tasted the aroma of grains. Rather than using the sawdust slag. There are also the tiny pieces of dried meat in the biscuits, which makes Tours feel the pleasure of eating meat, although the taste of dried meat is similar to that of wood.

　　Lulunaka looked at Turs eating, resting her cheeks in her hands, smiling brightly, “This is right, only by eating like this can you feel happy, otherwise, no matter who eats, it is still responsible. The one who cooks the food will not get pleasure from such behavior.”