From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 319:

Chapter 319: 145 Cultivation (Part 1)_2

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Xiao Wenwen sniffed and felt the delicious aroma. The appetite in her stomach was instantly stimulated.

She slowly walked to the table and glanced at it, seeing six bowls of noodles with scallion segments floating on top, the soup clear and light in color. She didn’t know if it was because she was so hungry that the noodles seemed extremely tempting.

In the middle lay two plates of wild vegetables, the color bright and fresh, picked by Ming Jing in the morning – Immortal Crane Grass and Ferns. Han Ying walked in from outside the door, “What are you all waiting for? Let’s eat!

Zhao Xinrong coughed and asked, “Where are Ming Jing and Qu Feitai?”

At that moment, Ming Jing entered through the curtain, dressed in white, spotlessly clean. Everyone’s gaze involuntarily changed when they looked at her.

How could someone who cooked not have greasy skin and be dripping with sweat? Only she was so clean and refreshing.

Qu Feitai followed her. The once bright star on stage was now having a somewhat haggard appearance. His hair had lost the careful styling it had when he first arrived, showing some disarray, but it emphasized his youthful spirit even more.

Ming Jing and Qu Feitai took their seats at the table, and Ming Jing said, “Help yourself everyone.”

Han Ying couldn’t wait to take a bite of the noodles and couldn’t help exclaiming, “Wow, it’s really delicious! Ming Jing, you’re amazing. There’s nothing you can’t do. I’m in awe.”

Ming Jing smiled and looked at Zhao Xinrong and Zou Jingyu, “Our teachers, the noodles won’t be as tasty if they get all clumped together.”

Zou Jingyu picked up his chopsticks, took a bite, savoring it with relish, nodding his head in approval, “The noodles are chewy, the soup is sour, crisp and refreshing. There’s a faint spiciness in the aftertaste, it’s different from the spiciness of chili peppers. It doesn’t sting the throat and is very appetizing.

What did you add?”

Zhao Xinrong took a bite without waiting, his eyes widened in an instant, “Old Zou, this is her secret recipe, she definitely won’t tell you so easily.”

Ming Jing poured a cup of chrysanthemum tea, took a slow sip and said with a faint smile, “There’s nothing I can’t say. Knotweed is everywhere outside; it’s spicy and is a Chinese medicinal herb that clears heat, relieves heat exhaustion, nourishes tendons and strengthens bones. I added the steamed distillate of the Knotweed to the soup to enrich the taste and help cool the heat and quench the thirst.”

Zhao Xinrong raised his thumb in admiration, “Amazing! Really amazing! I’ve lived for more than forty years and haven’t met a young girl who knows more than you. It’s really embarrassing.”

Zou Jingyu smiled and nodded, “You really know quite a lot.”

Han Ying suddenly realized, “So that’s why you wrapped it separately with a handkerchief, it has such a use.”

Ming Jing smiled, “Knotweed is spicy, and contact with skin can cause a stinging, burning sensation. Be careful if you encounter it in the future.”

“Oh, I see, I’m learning so much from you. I’ve learned a lot in just half a day.”

Zou Jingyu picked up a chopstick of wild vegetables, “Is this Immortal Crane

Grass?”

Han Ying proudly boasted, “Yes, Ming Jing said it’s a very good Chinese medicinal herb that’s beneficial to one’s body when eaten.”

Zou Jingyu tasted it and nodded non-stop, “It’s very refreshing and delicious.” Ming Jing started to eat her meal slowly and methodically.

She was very quiet when eating, not saying a word. For a moment, silence fell on the dining table.

Xiao Wenwen took a bite and quietly pursed her lips. It was just that, listening to them would make you think it was some rare delicacy.

If not for being famished, she wouldn’t be able to eat this kind of food at all.

Qu Feitai was enjoying the meal very much. This was food personally made by Ming Jing. He had eaten dishes made by State Banquet chefs, countless abalones and ginseng, but none of them could compare with these ordinary noodles in front of him.

He ate slowly and carefully, one bite at a time.

Han Ying put down her chopsticks and looked at Xiao Wenwen, “The meal was made by Ming Jing, the fire was started by Brother Qu, and I washed the vegetables. We all have chores, and one who hasn’t done any today just enjoyed the air conditioning in the room. You shouldn’t shirk dishwashing, right?”

Xiao Wenwen stiffened her expression, cursing her agent in her heart for accepting such a lousy show.

“Alright, if you don’t speak, I’ll take it as your agreement. Ming Jing, go upstairs and rest after eating. You’ve worked hard preparing the meal.” Han Ying didn’t give Xiao Wenwen a chance to refuse, urging Ming Jing to go upstairs.

Ming Jing put down her chopsticks and looked at Xiao Wenwen, smiling,

“Thank you.”

She nodded to Zou Jingyu and Zhao Xinrong after speaking, then got up and went to the second floor.

Xiao Wenwen clenched her teeth, staring at Ming Jing’s retreating back. She couldn’t help but feel that the last smile was filled with mockery.

Without a word, Qu Feitai put down his bowl and chopsticks and went upstairs as well.

Xiao Wenwen looked at the messy table, her face turning green.

Zou Jingyu laughed, “Wenwen, you’ve worked hard!”, he patted her shoulder, then turned and walked out with his hands behind his back..