Chapter 10: This Chicken Soup Is Very Delicious~

"What happened? What happened?"

The movement just now finally attracted the attention of some slaves in the Ximen mansion.

Now there are people in the Ximen mansion holding torches and searching everywhere.

"It's time to leave."

Zhang Jie glanced at the firelight that was gradually increasing outside the side room,

knowing that it was time to end the revenge action tonight.

"This jade pendant..."

Zhang Jie's gaze returned to the mutton-fat white jade Guanyin jade pendant that was still pinched in his hand.

"Forget it, let it accompany the wealthy Ximen to the grave."

Zhang Jie casually threw this valuable jade pendant onto the dead Ximen.

Although he was also very interested in this jade pendant based on mutton-fat white jade and carved by a jade carving master,

it was ultimately something that Ximen had carried with him for a long time,

and many people in the Ximen family and even outside, such as Ximen's fox friends like Hua Zixu, knew it, so there was a risk of exposure.

And just from the perspective of wealth, the family property left to him by his father, Zhang Dahu, who had already passed away,

was enough, so there was no need to increase the risk in vain.

Zhang Jie, who had made up his mind, flashed and disappeared from this messy side room in an instant.

Not long after Zhang Jie left, a slave holding a torch discovered the window broken by Zhang Jie,

and walked into the side room, discovering the corpses of the wealthy Ximen and Dai An inside.

"Wealthy Ximen, the wealthy Ximen is dead!"

A terrified, almost broken high-pitched sound resounded through the entire Ximen mansion.

At this moment, this slave was so frightened that he forgot the order that Ximen

required every slave in the Ximen family to call him "Father" on weekdays.

"What?"

"The wealthy Ximen is dead?"

"Who killed the wealthy Ximen?"

The entire Ximen mansion was awakened by this explosive news,

and for a time, the huge Ximen mansion became chaotic.

When Ximen's wife Wu Yue Niang and concubine Li Pinger and others entered the side room,

and saw his tragic corpse with broken arms and bleeding from seven orifices, they fainted.

First losing the wealthy Ximen as the backbone, and then the mistress fainting,

the Ximen family with dozens of slaves and a large family business fell into a leaderless situation.

A few clever slaves had already seen the doomed decline of the Ximen family, and one by one began to flicker their eyes...

And Zhang Jie didn't know about this, and didn't care,

at this time he had already returned home silently,

first put away the night clothes that were still spotless even after killing two people,

then removed the dummy that was used to cover up on the bed, and lay on the bed beautifully,

covered with his favorite small quilt, and entered the dreamland peacefully.

Will you not be able to sleep after killing someone?

Zhang Jie: I just killed two people who were plotting for money and killing people, where are there any people?

"Ah!

Today is another good day, what a good day."

In the morning, Zhang Jie's biological clock, which he had cultivated for more than ten years, woke him up on time.

He got up leisurely and stretched a big stretch.

Pan Jinlian, who came to serve Zhang Jie, looked at the sky,

and quietly rolled her beautiful eyes: the sky was covered with dark clouds,

looking like the city was about to be crushed by black clouds, and a storm was about to come, how could it be a good day?

Well, under Zhang Jie's influence, Pan Jinlian is not an illiterate little maid.

Zhang Jie also doesn't agree with the theory that "a woman

To him, who once had aspirations for the imperial examinations, a talented and virtuous wife was a necessity.

However, Pan Jinlian did not directly expose Zhang Jie; in all these years,

this was the first time she had seen Zhang Jie in such a pleasant mood.

After washing up, Zhang Jie went to the main hall of the house to enjoy breakfast.

"Young Master, the ginseng chicken soup is here~"

As soon as Zhang Jie sat down, the Zhang family's chef served the dish that Zhang Jie had every day—ginseng chicken soup.

This chicken soup was made by simmering a multi-year-old hen with aged

wild ginseng from Mount Changbai; it was extremely nourishing and delicious,

and was the essential medicinal diet for the previously frail Zhang Jie to nourish his Qi and body.

"Young Master, drink your soup."

Pan Jinlian, sitting beside Zhang Jie, ladled half a bowl of chicken soup for him.

Well, for one thing, Zhang Jie's parents, Zhang Dahu and the others, had already departed for the heavens,

and Zhang Jie was the only direct descendant left in the Zhang family;

for another, Zhang Jie was a transmigrator after all, and his sense of hierarchy was not heavy,

so even though Pan Jinlian was nominally Zhang Jie's maid,

in reality, she had always eaten and lived with Zhang Jie.

At the time, when Pan Jinlian first sat at the table, she was still terrified and trembling, saying it did not conform to etiquette.

However, Zhang Jie stated that in the Zhang family, he could do whatever he wanted.

From then on, Pan Jinlian became even more devoted and obedient to Zhang Jie.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Jie's body was too frail before, he surely would have unlocked more knowledge.

Zhang Jie, holding the chicken soup, had his thoughts drift to the ends of the earth,

and he couldn't help but think of that bowl of chicken soup famous across the entire internet before he transmigrated:

Reporter: "Is this chicken soup of yours pre-made?"

A certain Northwest employee: "No, it's freshly simmered this morning, it's fresh."

Reporter: "Then can you show us the chicken meat used to simmer the soup?"

Employee: "There is no chicken meat."

Reporter: "If there is no chicken meat, how do you simmer chicken soup?"

Employee: "This... we all use seasoning packets and add water to simmer it."

Reporter: "So you mean there is no chicken in the chicken soup, and it's a pre-made dish?"

Employee: "No, the chicken soup is freshly simmered by me this morning, it's fresh."

Zhang Jie, who had spent years lurking on the internet, understood instantly:

Freshly simmered fresh chicken soup seasoning packet, made in the morning,

the seasoning packet is what's pre-made; this seasoning packet chicken soup of mine is made by mixing fresh water in the morning.

Zhang Jie initially thought it was made by a central kitchen in the morning or middle of the night and then delivered to local stores,

but it turned out it might be made and not used for 1-2 years; isn't this just a pre-made dish playing word games?

Perhaps if the reporter asked where the chicken went after the soup was simmered, the Northwest employee should have replied:

"After simmering the chicken soup, the chicken was too tired, so it already went home to sleep~"

Zhang Jie indicated he was very familiar with this path:

Watch me add a spoonful of three-flower egg milk, a spoonful of disodium 5'-ribonucleotide,

a spoonful of chicken-flavored (add flavor as needed) fragrance paste, and the fresh chicken soup is ready to be served...

At the time, Zhang Jie also saw a comment that almost laughed him to death:

A customer took their child to Xibei and made the child eat the broccoli every time.

As a result, after the news was released today, the sky collapsed; the broccoli was older than the child.

The baby was only one year old at the time, but the broccoli the customer ordered was already two years old.

When the broccoli was packed, the child hadn't even been conceived yet!

One day, a customer's family of three dined at Xibei.

The male customer tasted a piece of broccoli and found the taste off, so he asked:

"Is this dish pre-made?"

The waiter hurriedly shook his head and argued: "No, we cook everything fresh!"

The customer tasted another bite, found the taste still off, went to the back kitchen, and saw the cook using scissors to open a package.

The customer was furious and scolded: "If this isn't a pre-made dish, what is it?"

The cook argued: "This is pre-processing; it doesn't count as a pre-made dish yet!"

After speaking, he turned on the microwave to heat it up.

The customer was silent, glanced at the bag, and returned to his seat.

His wife asked: "How is it? Is it freshly made?"

The customer pointed at his son and laughed: "When he sees this broccoli, he should call it brother!"

Son: "Bitter!"

It turned out to be broccoli from Korea, and the table next door had Chinese cabbage from the Qin state.

The chef shouted loudly, "Bring the scissors!"

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, the spiritual energy of the four directions gathered, the sun and moon were inverted, and the galaxy appeared.

In the void, countless points of light condensed into chains, falling from the firmament, connecting the scissors to the seasoning packet.

Ten thousand rays of golden light surged from the refrigerator, intertwined with the microwave, and turned into vast books floating in mid-air,

with "Organic Broccoli" written on them.

Above the clouds, immortal music played, immortal cranes held talismans, and immortal children holding the Heavenly Work Compass drifted over.

The chef obtained the true meaning of this Great Dao, his whole body surrounded by holy light, and from then on, he became famous throughout the universe, opening a new chapter in the culinary path.

It is exactly: A pair of scissors falls into the mortal world, mixing chicken soup to determine the universe;

A thousand-year-old mystery solved in a day, pre-made seasoning packets span ancient and modern times!

Old Luo took off President Jia's coat, but President Jia took off his underwear to let everyone see, and even used a loudspeaker to call everyone to come and look.

Old Luo was like a monk in the fog, unable to figure it out:

I don't know either; he suddenly gave himself a knife...

I told him to provide evidence, not to self-mutilate!

Who is Luo Yonghao?

He is a legend of the Jianghu who has roamed the world for decades, with his only defeat being a Starbucks waiter.

His act of slapping himself wildly because of the distinction between medium, large, and extra-large cups

still makes Zhang Jie remember it vividly.

Zhang Jie watched President Jia's live stream at the time and felt that the boss of Xibei was an honest man with few words.

He even flipped through the Art of War by Sun Zi for a whole night for this, but he still didn't understand which trick the Northwest was currently using.

Could this be the legendary "throwing oneself into the net," confused, self-investigating suicide trick?

Walking around the Northwest restaurant, he found that only the customers were freshly slaughtered...

"Young Master, Young Master, what are you thinking about?"

Seeing Zhang Jie holding the chicken soup, motionless for a long time, Pan Jinlian, somewhat puzzled, waved her slender jade hand in front of his eyes.

"Oh!

I'm fine, I was just thinking that this chicken soup is extremely delicious~

Jinlian, you should drink some too."

Zhang Jie, having returned to his senses, replied casually.

"Is today's chicken soup really that delicious?"

Pan Jinlian, puzzled, ladled a spoonful of chicken soup into her mouth, and she couldn't help but frown:

"It's the same as usual! Why is the Young Master acting so strange today?"

However, looking at the smile that had been on Zhang Jie's face since he woke up,

Pan Jinlian instantly threw this thought to the back of her mind:

Her world was very simple; Zhang Jie was her everything, and as long as Zhang Jie was happy, she was happy~

"Jinlian, is there any big news today?"

Zhang Jie asked while drinking his soup.

In the past, he had always been obsessed with reading, and apart from the housekeeper reporting every seven days, all news, big or small,

was told to him by Pan Jinlian after she organized it during tea and after meals.

"News?"

Pan Jinlian, whose mouth was puffed up like a hamster, swallowed a piece of pastry and replied:

"Young Master, there really is some great news today,

that hateful guy Ximen Qing has been killed by someone!"

Pan Jinlian started dancing with joy as she spoke:

Heaven knows how much she hated that Ximen Daguanren.

When that guy came to visit the Zhang family a few times,

the look in his eyes was full of disgusting desire.

"What? Ximen Daguanren was killed by someone? Who is so bold?"

Zhang Jie, who had personally sent Ximen Daguanren and his personal attendant Dai An on their way, put the bowl in his hand on the table,

with a look of shock on his face, as if he were truly shocked by this news.

Zhang Jie: Life is like a play, it all depends on acting!

"Yes, I heard that Ximen Qing died miserably. The patrolling soldiers, yamen runners,

and constables have blocked several streets, saying they want to catch the murderer!"

Pan Jinlian's tone was full of schadenfreude.

"Then Jinlian, do you think they can catch the murderer?"

Zhang Jie, who picked up a piece of pastry with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, asked casually.

"How is that possible!

Not to mention whether those constables and yamen runners have the determination or ability.

Just according to common sense, the person who committed such a major case must be a hardened criminal of many years,

with very rich experience. I suppose he has already left Yanggu County by now."

Having lived in Yanggu County for more than ten years, especially after the Zhang family caravan was robbed,

and the yamen did nothing after receiving five hundred taels,

Pan Jinlian had great doubts about the ability and attitude of those guys in the yamen.

Zhang Jie, who was leisurely enjoying his chicken soup, smiled slightly:

"I am but a humble person, and I am exactly the hardened criminal of many years who should have already fled to another place~"