Little Lord

After an afternoon of general studies on the continents, Jiang Zhuozhuo successfully understood the development history of the three continents and the growth characteristics of their Phoenix tribe.

It turns out that their Phoenix tribe has a tradition of enlightening the egg, where one can randomly obtain various ancestral inheritances, and how much is passed on depends entirely on the egg's comprehension.

No wonder Maine didn't find it strange no matter what she wanted to do after she transformed into a human form. He always encouraged her to imagine boldly and give full play to her imagination. He didn't think that she was some foreign soul occupying this bird body.

At best, there was a mistake in the process of filling the egg with enlightenment, and it took more than ten years after the egg was hatched to be successfully filled.

Although the content received may be a little bit wrong, but generally speaking, it is no different from other Phoenix cubs. They are all born with knowledge!
Jiang Zhuozhuo learned that there was such a good thing that he could learn everything about astronomy and geography without attending classes, and he couldn't help but ask, "Is it too late for me to go back to the egg now?"

That’s so efficient!
Who hasn’t dreamed of knowing a lot of knowledge without studying?

Maine smiled and said, "Her Majesty the Queen has also had such an idea."

She wanted to stuff Jiang Zhuozhuo, her daughter who brought shame to her, back into her egg.

Of course, the result is impossible.

Jiang Zhuozhuo sighed: "Mom is the best in the world! She tried her best, it's just me who didn't live up to her expectations."

Jiang Zhuozhuo quickly accepted the fact that he had a mother here (and that she didn't like him).

She had a weak relationship with her parents and grew up as a left-behind child with her grandmother in the countryside. When she grew up, her parents divorced. She lived in the school dormitory most of the time, and during holidays she stayed here for a few days and there for a few days. She was not close to either side.

Jiang Zhuozhuo was not very sad about this matter. At least her parents had never treated her badly materially, otherwise she would not have been able to become an art student known for spending money.

Maine comforted him, "Your Highness just opened up your spiritual consciousness a little late. When you return to participate in the Hundred Birds Festival, Her Majesty will be very happy to see your growth."

Jiang Zhuozhuo thought, the Queen has no shortage of daughters. Having eight outstanding children in front of her is probably enough to give her a headache. How could she have any motherly love for a salted fish, oh no, a salted bird?

The Sacrifice to a Hundred Birds is a major ceremony of the bird tribe, held every three years. At that time, lords from all over the country must go to the imperial capital to participate in the sacrifice. The princesses can take this opportunity to showcase their achievements in the territory and recruit outstanding talents.

It can be said to be the bird tribe’s most grand commendation and recruitment conference.

Jiang Zhuozhuo calculated the time. She had just arrived at the territory not long ago, and it was still a long time before the next Hundred Birds Sacrifice. She immediately lay down with peace of mind.

I've been working hard for a whole afternoon. I'm so tired!

The bird is sleepy and wants to sleep!

Maine smiled and reminded: "Your Highness, your wheat rice needs to be cooked."

She didn't know what kind of inheritance their prince had received, but it was undoubtedly an ancestor who was very good at eating.

When Jiang Zhuozhuo heard this, he stood up again.

She happily invited Maine to go see if the wheat rice was ready, saying that only by opening the lid of the pot herself could she feel the fragrant aroma!

This kind of wheat kernel rice simmered over low heat is time-consuming and wastes a lot of firewood. In the past, Jiang Zhuozhuo only ate it once a year on Laba Festival in the countryside.

At that time, on the seventh night of the twelfth lunar month, the rice was put in the pot and simmered on a hot stove all night. When we woke up in the morning, the whole house was filled with the aroma of meat and wheat kernels. Jiang Zhuozhuo could finish two full bowls of rice.

Now that it’s been simmering for the whole afternoon, it’s definitely ready to eat!
Jiang Zhuozhuo jumped into the kitchen and ceremoniously called Maine to come over to watch the important step she was responsible for - lifting the lid of the pot.

This was her favorite job in the past!

Maine also has a cooking course in the Maid Academy.

But to her, cooking is no different from math and science classes. The teacher reads out the text and she learns it meticulously.

The food she made strictly followed nutritional requirements, and even the taste was exactly the same as what the teacher demonstrated.

Maine never thought there was anything particularly interesting in it.

But as the afterglow of the winter evening shone into the kitchen, reflecting the unconcealed expectation on Jiang Zhuozhuo's face, Maine felt something different for the first time. She followed Jiang Zhuozhuo's instructions and stood by the stove, smiling as she watched Jiang Zhuozhuo lift the lid of the pot.

The aroma of wheat kernel rice penetrated my nose. It had a different smell than Jiang Zhuo's grilled fish, but both were so fragrant that one suddenly felt hungry.

Many people couldn't help but stop what they were doing and look over.

Jiang Zhuozhuo solemnly announced: "Okay, it's time to eat!" She did not forget the knights who were in charge of pounding wheat today, and asked someone to give them some wheat kernel rice.

After working hard all day, Jiang Zhuozhuo of course enjoyed the big bowl of wheat rice with great relish.

Since coming to this strange world, Jiang Zhuozhuo hasn't eaten such delicious braised meat for a long time.

The freshly pounded wheat kernels are also delicious. After absorbing the gravy, every bite has a strong meaty aroma. After a few bites, I feel that every cell in my body is fully soothed.

Comfortable from mouth to stomach.

Jiang Zhuozhuo's eyes were almost filled with tears.

This is what people should eat.

What did I eat a few days ago?
They say that one should adapt to the local customs and get used to the eating habits of a foreign country.

impossible!
She doesn't understand, respect, or accept it!
Even if she becomes a bird, she is still a Chinese bird. She will take it as her responsibility to promote the traditional culture of "food is the first necessity of the people" and will never succumb to dark cuisine!

Maine sat opposite Jiang Zhuozhuo to eat. Even though her taste buds had been conquered by the wheat rice, she still diligently paid some attention to their little lord who had just transformed into a human.

Then she saw Jiang Zhuozhuo's eyes sometimes filled with tears, and sometimes with a resolute expression...

Maine: “…”

She felt that she had encountered a major challenge in her career as a maid: she was unable to understand what their highness was thinking.

Did the food they ate before taste so bad? To the point that His Highness almost cried when he ate a delicious bite!

With such doubts in mind, Maine took another mouthful of the fragrant wheat rice.

It really tastes like... a wonderful feeling of rolling happily in mother's arms.

……

No matter how delicious wheat kernel rice and grilled fish and meat are, you can't eat them every day. Jiang Zhuozhuo thinks he still needs to enrich his diet.

After eating and drinking, Jiang Zhuozhuo spread out a piece of thick paper on the table and prepared to start drawing... the blueprint of a hydraulic mill!
After all, she was an art student who had passed the art exam, so drawing blueprints was easy for her.

She has been playing various games for many years, so what kind of building has she not seen?

No matter whether they are ancient, European, past or future, she has carefully observed the internal structures of them all!

It was just a water-powered mill. She could make it herself without the help of an alchemist.

Jiang Zhuozhuo lit the lamp and carefully drew his first blueprint after coming to the other world. As a result... he felt so sleepy just after finishing the sketch.

The little round bird was sleeping soundly on the drawing board.

When Maine came over to cover her with a small blanket, he heard her mumbling something like "Don't bully the poor little bird".

Maine: .

The little prince seemed very lively even in his sleep.

(End of this chapter)