Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life-Chapter 689 - 685: Delicious Tea Eggs

The moon in the sky and the light on the ground complemented each other. Half an hour had passed by the time Lin Wanwan had almost finished boiling the water in the pot, and the aroma of tea had already filled half of the camp.

In the tent behind her, Baye Feng was still watching his sister sleep.

Kids at this age, in other tents within the tribe, are already able to sleep on their own, but not Baya Naba.

Because she knows as long as she opens her mouth and wails, even without tears, her brother will appear at the bedside to keep her company.

Don’t be fooled by the child’s age; she already has a precise grasp of manipulating others, constantly testing her brother’s limits and adjusting her behavior accordingly.

Lin Wanwan finds this pair of siblings really interesting. Naba clearly understands Mandarin but doesn’t say a word to Lin Wanwan, while Baye Feng seems eager to use her yet acts unhurriedly.

One is just five or six years old, and the other is only fourteen or fifteen!

People in ancient times were truly precocious; children of this age these days are still quite naive.

When Lin Wanwan lifted her head from her thoughts, she noticed that many people attracted by the tea aroma had gathered around her pot of tea eggs.

"Are you the woman Baye Feng seized? What are you cooking in this pot?" asked someone with green glowing eyes, staring at the tea leaves and eggs in the pot with an obvious question.

Although Lin Wanwan didn’t understand what this barbarian was jabbering about, she could grasp his intention through his body language.

She believed that if it weren’t for Baye Feng’s notorious reputation, this group of people would likely rush in chaos to snatch the pot.

In the tribe, people are timid yet reckless, with no rule of law or ethics, only survival of the fittest.

Lin Wanwan looked at the people surrounding her, her eyes slightly bent, with harmless light shining deep in her pupils: "This is called a tea egg; it’s a new way we Tang people have of eating. Besides tea leaves and eggs, it originally requires cinnamon, cumin powder, star anise, and more, followed by stewing to make.

However, unfortunately, I didn’t bring that many ingredients, so I had to settle for adding only sugar and salt."

Lin Wanwan calmly introduced the method of making tea eggs to everyone, her demeanor relaxed and unfazed by the crowd around her.

The people there were completely talking past each other, as folks in the tribe couldn’t really understand Tang Mandarin.

Yet Lin Wanwan knew there had to be someone in this crowd who did. Since the caravan wasn’t far, it was impossible for them not to smell it.

The chief’s tent, centered in the tribe, was close too, surely drawn to it.

Tea leaves on the grassland are a solid currency; for those who eat a lot of meat, tea leaves, which help eliminate greasiness, are the hardest to resist.

After a round of talking past each other, Lin Wanwan heard a soft sound from the tent behind. Baye Feng had soothed his sister to sleep and had come out.

For children Naba’s age, with enough sense of security, once asleep, even thunder won’t wake them, let alone some noise outside the tent.

Since someone who could communicate had emerged, Lin Wanwan fell silent. After all, her words, however plentiful, wouldn’t be understood by many here.

After Baye Feng said a few words, Lin Wanwan saw the young man with green glowing eyes and drool, who initially stood in front of her, reveal a satisfied smile.

Baye Feng bent down and began to fish out tea leaves and eggs from the pot.

Lin Wanwan stepped forward to help, smiling as she asked, "Is it going to be offered to your chief?"

Baye Feng’s expression remained unchanged: "He’s Adili’s lackey; I once fractured one of his ribs, but today there’s no need for conflict."

He stood up, leaving behind just one tea egg, and gave the rest to the person in front.

"Wait a moment." Lin Wanwan called out, "The final seasoning hasn’t been added yet."

Baye Feng immediately held back the departing person, and a trace of fear, barely perceptible, showed in his fierce eyes.

In terms of strength, he couldn’t beat Baye Feng, relying on borrowed authority. Success in intimidating Baye Feng depended on luck; sometimes, this guy was like a rock in the latrine, disgusting and stubborn, preferring to be beaten to death rather than yield.

But now, with so many people around, he believed that if a fight broke out, everyone would intervene.

Baye Feng certainly wasn’t going to fight him, nor did Lin Wanwan want the conflict to escalate. Quickly, she took out a small bottle of soy sauce (the kind that hotels place on tables, small glass bottles that can be capped) from her bag and poured some over the tea eggs.

The aroma of soy sauce instantly spread, and someone in the crowd, whose eyes were locked onto the soy sauce bottle, recognized its value.

Soy sauce also exists in the Great Tang, though not called soy sauce, but bean paste. Few in the Western Regions eat bean paste as it’s not cheap, not quite to the level of luxury, but generally something people aren’t willing to consume.

Yet now, what glued the crowd’s eyes wasn’t Lin Wanwan’s careless pouring of soy sauce but the small glass bottle containing it.

This exquisite glass bottle emitted an alluring light filled with the smell of money under the moonlight and torchlight.

Lin Wanwan poured at least half of the soy sauce into the bowl filled with tea eggs before saying, "Alright, the seasoning is done. Without bean paste, tea eggs lack soul; now they’re finally complete; they’re mature tea eggs."

With Lin Wanwan’s words concluded, Baye Feng released the lackey holding the bowl of eggs.

Someone among the crowd discreetly retreated.

Lin Wanwan, who had been observing the crowd, noticed him long ago. In an era of distinct clothing hierarchy, outsiders struggle to mingle among ragged poor folks. No matter how well-hidden, they stand out like beacons.

The one who slipped away belonged to the caravan.

Some left, but others refused to leave, for although the tea egg essence had been whisked away, the remaining juice rich in tea fragrance was alluring.

Amidst everyone’s gaze, Lin Wanwan poured a bit more soy sauce into the pot, casually fished out the last tea egg, peeled its shell but not completely, leaving a part for holding. Then, she split the egg in half, handing a portion to Baye Feng.

Baye Feng’s gaze narrowed slightly, staring at the tea egg in Lin Wanwan’s fingers. After a moment’s reflection, he accepted it and stuffed the remaining shell and half an egg into his mouth.

Lin Wanwan sighed, shaking her head: "I say, handsome boys should have graceful actions too; eating eggshells is not the way."

She leisurely pulled aside the silk scarf covering her face, revealing a delicate chin and rosy lips, savoring the remaining half of the tea egg in small bites, tossing the eggshell into the bowl.

While they ate, the crowd stared in silence, eyes filled with longing, wearing hungry expressions.

"Alright, the eggs are gone; you can pour out the juice in the pot," Lin Wanwan casually took out a silk handkerchief, carefully wiping her fingers, and ordered Baye Feng to do the task.