The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 730 Let’s Make Dumplings
buzzing buzzing...

Sometimes it's so low that it sounds like a tremor coming from the ground.

Sometimes it is so sharp that it feels like a needle suddenly piercing into the brain.

Intermittently, layer upon layer, it was as if millions of unrecognizable sound waves were interweaving and undulating in the ears, with some vague yet elusive pattern.

Liu Sheng closed his eyes and listened patiently, and gradually he seemed to hear something...

Faintly, it seemed as if an ancient giant beast was roaring slowly in the abyss, and the low resonance continued to vibrate in the chest.

It was as if someone was whispering in the distance, the voice coming near and far, discussing something she could not understand.

She tried hard to capture the meaning of these sounds, but found that the more she tried to focus, the more illusory and incomprehensible the sounds became, like water flowing through fingertips, leaving nothing behind.

The mind seemed to be pulled by the buzzing sound, slowly stretched into a long and thin shape, and pulled to a very far place. When the mental power reached the end, it reached the brain, and was pulled out of the head bit by bit...

At this moment, a bell rang.

That was the reminder sound coming from the earmuffs, telling her that the time was up.

Liu Sheng took off his earmuffs and slowly opened his eyes.

The turbid world fell silent in an instant.

The brain nerves return to their original positions little by little.

But the residual buzzing still echoes in my ears and cannot be shaken off.

She opened the window facing the mountain. The snow-capped mountain was still silent and the night had never faded.

At the foot of the mountain, huge white bowl-shaped devices are open to the sky, as if insatiable beasts are swallowing the echoes from outer space.

These strange noises came from these devices and were poured into their earmuffs through special spiritual receiving instruments.

That’s what they’re going to listen to.

Liu Sheng narrowed his eyes and slowly closed the window.

It has been seven days since we came to this snowy mountain.

Walking out of the house, Liu Sheng stretched, and following the aroma of food, walked towards the small kitchen in the corner of the courtyard.

When I got closer, I could hear some subtle sounds different from the buzzing sound.

The sound of hot soup bubbling.

There is also the sound of a knife slowly chopping on the chopping board.

In the small kitchen, Qingxue was busy making dumplings. There was a plate of plump white dumplings in front of her.

Li Chu, a disciple from Canglang Palace, whom Liu Sheng did not know, was silently chopping yak beef filling on the side, his technique was a bit stiff and awkward.

Both of them looked haggard, with dark circles under their eyes. Their movements maintained a regular rhythm, but there was a strange mechanical feeling, as if they were just two zombies.

Obviously, he was tortured by the noise day and night.

When Qingxue saw Liu Sheng, she immediately forced a smile on her haggard face: "Shengsheng!"

Li Chu also raised his head and nodded slightly as a greeting.

He was not talkative. At first Liu Sheng thought he couldn't speak, until he occasionally heard a word or two from him, and then he was sure that he just didn't want to talk.

Liu Sheng smiled and said good morning, then walked over to wash his hands, and sat on the bench next to Qingxue to make dumplings together.

Qingxue put the wrapped dumplings into the bubbling hot soup and said with a smile: "Shengsheng, luckily we have this high-pressure spiritual stove you made, otherwise we wouldn't even be able to eat a hot meal in this damn place."

Li Chu nodded silently to show his agreement.

When they first arrived, they found that they had to cook for themselves, and they felt like the sky was falling.

There are very few people who can cook, and according to what the senior waiter said, they have a heavy workload nowadays.

What she said at that time was: "Only those among you who can hear something will be qualified to enter the training hall. Those who can't hear can only stay here and continue to listen. These are the original words of Nangong the trainee."

Everyone then realized that passing the test was just the beginning, and there was a more rigorous test on the mountain.

In this way, they are still competitors to each other.

Everyone’s time is important, so we can’t let those few who can cook always spend their time in the kitchen, right?
So they eventually developed a system where teams of two would take turns cooking.

Liu Sheng was originally assigned to the same group as Ruan Shizhi, but before it was her turn, Ruan Shizhi disappeared.

I asked the waiter who delivered the food up the mountain, and found out that he seemed to have heard something and had left.

No one expected Ruan Shizhi to leave without saying goodbye.

Qingxue seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and it took her a day to recover.

Now, there are only nine left.

Due to the special environment of the snowy mountains, food is difficult to cook and cooking is time-consuming and laborious, so most of the food originally delivered from the snowy mountains was dry food, mainly tsampa, bread and dried meat, and vegetables included radishes, potatoes and pickles.

No wonder Yao Sibing couldn't help but drool when he heard Liu Sheng invite him to dinner. Fortunately, Liu Sheng made a stove powered by a spirit bead. The stove and pot were integrated, and it could heat itself and form high pressure. It could finally solve the problem of low boiling point due to low air pressure on the snowy mountain. People no longer had to eat dry food and roast potatoes and radishes all the time, and could make some hot soup and stir-fry hot dishes.

Sure enough, all problems can be solved by science.

After the high-pressure stove was made, the waiter who delivered the food discovered this magical object, and the news quickly spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred. Even the chef of the main hall of Snow Mountain came to ask for advice and customized a high-pressure stove from Liu Sheng.

Although everyone felt that Liu Sheng should not waste time here, after Liu Sheng finished cooking, everyone found that there were finally more fresh meat and vegetables in the ingredients served, and they also knew that this was Liu Sheng's contribution.

Since then, although life on the snowy mountains is still difficult, with the company of steaming hot meals, life has become a little more comfortable.

The only thing that cannot be ignored is the heavy task that is weighing on their heads...

At this time, Xi Shuangyu pushed the door open and brought in a gust of cold wind.

This junior sister among the senior brothers and sisters in Guanzhao Fengtian Engineering Department also had a tired look on her face, and the dark circles under her peach blossom eyes were very heavy and no longer bright.

As soon as she entered the room, she sighed, "I listened to that sound all night long. In my dreams, it felt like there was a bee buzzing around in my head, making it so noisy that my head was about to explode."

Li Chu nodded and lowered his head, his expression blank.

Qingxue also covered her forehead: "Luckily I have the pear blossom wine that Shengsheng sent me, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to sleep!"

At this time, a male voice interrupted: "Sleep? You can still sleep?"

"Senior Brother Qiu!" Xi Shuangyu said immediately.

A skinny man with high cheekbones and sunken cheeks walked in. He was Xi Shuangyu's senior brother Qiu Jingyi.

"Don't you think that someone has already heard something and left this damn place? Why don't you hurry up and seize the time?"

At this moment, he was thinner than when he first went up the mountain, with a gloomy look and a neurotic temperament that was almost paranoid.

Another voice sounded: "I think instead of wasting time, I should ask Miss Qingxue how her junior brother got the information."

Another person came. He was tall and strong with a fierce look on his face. He was Guo Yishou from Mingxinyuan.

He yawned and looked at Qingxue with a grim look.

Qingxue was stunned for a moment, then said angrily: "I have said it so many times, I don't know what he heard!"

Guo Yishou sneered: "Oh, do you think we will believe it?"

At this time, Zhuge Wen from Canglang Palace and Zhang Chengling from Guanzhao Peak also entered the room.

Zhang Chengling was a thin, dark woman who dressed simply and had a reserved temperament.

She simply greeted her fellow students Xi Shuangyu and Qiu Jingyi, then sat down to make dumplings together.

Zhuge Wen obviously heard Guo Yishou's question, and his fox eyes smiled long and narrow.

"Brother Guo, please don't make things difficult for Miss Qingxue. Maybe her junior brother doesn't recognize her at all."

Qingxue was so angry that her face turned red, but she was speechless for a moment and found it difficult to refute.

She and Ruan Shizhi were not really familiar with each other. Thinking about how she always spoke coldly to him, it was no wonder that he left without saying goodbye after finding the answer.

Since Ruan Shizhi left, such temptations have become the norm.

Everyone wanted to know what clues he had left behind, and their eyes would wander over Qingxue from time to time, observing when she would reveal a flaw.

A strange atmosphere condensed in the small kitchen.

“Let’s make dumplings.”

In the end, it was Liu Sheng who broke the silence first.

After hearing this, everyone pulled over stools and sat down in twos and threes. They each took the dumpling wrappers and seasoned fillings and started making dumplings.

Dumplings are formed in my hands, each in a different shape.

Xi Shuangyu’s wrapping is the most beautiful.

Liu Sheng’s are wrapped the most neatly, and each one is exactly the same.

However, the dumplings made by Guo Yishou were leaking here and there, which was really a disgrace to the sight.

After a while, the first pot of dumplings that Qingxue had just cooked was finally ready.

She scooped up the dumplings, put them into bowls, and passed them to everyone.

In the steamy air, everyone held a bowl of steaming dumpling soup, took a sip of the soup, and ate a bite of the dumplings, the heat flowing from the mouth all the way to the stomach.

The endless buzzing sounds in my mind seemed to gradually fade away as my body warmed up.

In the silence, only the bubbling sound of soup and the sound of porcelain bowls clinking against each other echoed, as if even time had slowly stopped on this lonely and cold snowy mountain.

The next chapter should be around noon...

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, continue to have a happy New Year!