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Huo Lang sighed slightly. He understood Si Ningning's helplessness and unspeakable words, but after all, they were outsiders, and it was enough for them to be able and willing to do this.

Not wanting Si Ningning to worry about this matter any longer, his thin lips curled up slightly, and he coaxed Si Ningning to ask with a smile, "Is there anything else this afternoon?"

Si Ningning shook his head, "My class is over, it's Jiang Yue's class this afternoon, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing serious." Huo Lang shook his head, and said again: "It's just that I promised someone to take care of the rice. If you're not busy, there's still half a bag of flour in the rice tank. Take the time to steam a pot of steamed buns in the afternoon?"

"Okay." Si Ningning nodded, and agreed neatly, "Do you have to make white flour steamed buns, or can I just make them?"

"Look at it, as long as you can eat enough. It's all physical work, so it's too bad to feed people."

Si Ningning nodded, knowing in his heart what to do.

After Huo Lang gave instructions, he went to work, and Si Ningning counted the heads and put his face on, then took a small basket and walked outside on the ridge of the field.

The weather in this season is just right, neither cold nor hot, wild vegetables such as purslane and dandelion seedlings in the fields have sprouted and are fresh and tender.

It didn't take much effort to dig a lot.

Going out to dig wild vegetables is just a pretense. No matter how many wild vegetables there are outside, they can't keep up with the ones in the space.

After slowly walking around outside, Si Ningning went back with the basket on his arm.

San Miao and He Gu are in the literacy class, Huo Lang and other boys are working on the foundation in front, and Si Ningning is the only one in the Chen family's kitchen. She closes the door and enters the space. A large pot of purslane, with a bunch of fresh shallots neatly placed on the surface.

Si Ningning didn't make steamed buns, she made steamed stuffed buns with a richer taste, stuffed with purslane and eggs.

Wash the purslane and fry it, beat two eggs in the pot and fry it into frangipani, mash it slightly with a spatula and put it into a pot of purslane, add salt, chicken essence, a little oil and a little cooking oil , mix well and set aside.

She divided the pre-made dough into two, and the larger part was divided into small dough, which was pressed down with the palm of the chopping board to form a bun skin.

After dividing the small dough, Si Ningning found a spoon for scooping the stuffing, and pressed a piece of skin to wrap a bun. His hands were small but surprisingly nimble, and he made about fifty buns in just half an hour.

At first glance, the steamed stuffed bun looks very small, but Si Ningning added yeast when making the dough. After a while, the steamed stuffed bun can expand to more than half its size.

There are too many steamed buns, and they can't be finished at one time. Si Ningning took a rough look at it, and steamed it at least three times. The time is early, and there is still time.

Water was poured into the front pot, and Si Ningning put the steamed buns on the bamboo steaming plate slowly. The firewood was set on the stove and slowly burned. She did not idle while steaming the steamed buns, and divided the fresh and tender shallots into two Cut the scallions into pieces, and pour oil into the pan to fry the scallion oil. After the scallion oil is filled, pour in the oil and add salt and stir well.

He Gu and the others love to eat crispy pancakes, so Si Ningning planned to make some scallion pancakes together with this dough.

These days, whether you are busy or not, Si Ningning has also come over to cook a few times, but it is for outsiders. To be honest, it has been a while since I have cooked any delicious meals for the two little ones. up. …

The two little ones don't have much appetite, but considering Huo Lang, Si Ningning has reserved a lot of dough, which is enough to scoop out a dozen pancakes. She is busy with her hands, and the front pot is bubbling and steaming. The aluminum pot lid on the top made a "thudden" sound.

The fire is too big.

Si Ningning hurriedly pulled out his hand, and took out two of the burners in the stove.

She didn't look carefully when she took the firewood, but it was actually a little wet. Now that there was no open flame, the firewood sticks sizzled, and a series of thick smoke came out.

Si Ningning coughed twice from the choking, and conveniently stuffed the smoking firewood stick into the ashes of the stove, and his sight became clearer.

After working for half an afternoon, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. Si Ningning put the dozen scallion pancakes he had scooped up into plates and put them away in the kitchen cupboard. Cover it with a clean gauze to prevent flies from flying around and pulling it out.

She took off the clothes she made from Huo Lang's old clothes and hung them on the wall. She went to the well and rubbed the soap locusts twice to absorb the oil stains on her hands. coming.

As a result, as soon as he stepped into the kitchen from the backyard, he saw Huo Lang poking his head into the kitchen.

"Looking for what?"

"I didn't find anything, let's see what you are doing. I've finished here today, I'll let them go back early." With a smile hidden in Huo Lang's peach blossom eyes, he explained in a gentle voice: "Even if the team doesn't have much work these days , Every family needs someone to take care of their private plots, and asking for help, it’s not good for them to delay their own family affairs.”

Si Ningning nodded, understood what he meant, and immediately approached the table in two steps to remove the gauze on the dustpan, "I've finished everything, but I didn't make steamed buns, steamed buns, and stuffed purslane."

Before Si Ningning could say "Taste one", Huo Lang had already reached out and picked up one, and bit off most of it with one mouth.

Huo Lang said vaguely:
"You're not afraid of tiring yourself if you put in so much effort. How easy is it to steam the buns?"

Seeing him chewing peonies, Si Ningning laughed twice, "Just do it, I've got all the fine grains out, make more tricks, and people will think it's helpful if they eat it It’s worth it. Besides, isn’t this bun delicious? There’s still a lot of noodles left.”

The entrance of purslane is salty and fragrant, and the juice is also sufficient. It must be delicious if it is delicious.

Huo Lang chewed, chewed, swallowed half of the bun, and stuffed the remaining half of the bun into his mouth.

He was about to say something, but when Si Ningning saw the black handprints on the skin of the bun when he stuffed the bun into his mouth, he immediately took his hand, glanced at him briefly, and turned him The hand was pushed away angrily in disgust.

"I usually use chopsticks when I eat, and it's fine if I don't absorb them. These are all things that I hold in my hands. Don't you wash your hands?"

"Haha." Huo Lang laughed, the tough facial features stretched out, and the whole body's breath seemed extraordinarily soft.

Knowing that Si Ningning's delicate and delicate energy has come up again, he immediately softened and said: "I will change it in the future, and I must pay attention to it next time!"

Huo Lang didn't know if others would think that Si Ningning was making a fuss out of a molehill.

Anyway, he himself loves Si Ningning's squeamish and delicate style.

It's good to be squeamish.

It hurts to be squeamish. …

As for being particular...that would be even better.

He is particular about cultural talents, which further shows Si Ningning's excellence.

Huo Lang was just happy with a smirk, but the next second, Si Ningning let out a "hum", a sentence that directly made his smile collapse.

"You are busy, I have to go back."

Si Ningning gave Huo Lang a push, and staggered to leave the kitchen.

"What are you doing so early when you go back? Isn't there nothing wrong?" Huo Lang frowned, and pulled her back with a frown, both unhappy and aggrieved: "I asked them to go back early because I wanted to be alone with you for a while. What are you doing in a hurry..."

"I went back because..."

Si Ningning stopped in the middle of speaking, because there were footsteps and voices outside the door, it should be that the helpers came over for dinner.

Si Ningning simply stopped there, pushed Huo Lang and said, "Move out the dustpan first and share it with them. I counted it, and each person can share seven."

"Have you left it for yourself and Sanae?"

"Save it for Sanae and the others. I'll eat it when I go back to the educated youth." Si Ningning said truthfully.

"Seven people, six for each person is enough." Huo Lang didn't follow her, he lifted a corner of the gauze on his face with a dustpan in one hand, counted the heads and took out seven buns, "These few Keep it for you to eat."

"...The big guy who has been working all afternoon only eats six buns, you give me seven? Can I eat better than them?"

Si Ningning breathed a sigh of relief, and the word "speechless" was written on his face.

Huo Lang smiled but did not answer: "I'll take it over, don't rush away, just wait for me here."

"Hmph, I see."

Si Ningning pursed her lips and nodded reluctantly.

There was the sound of "da da" footsteps at the door, Huo Lang left quickly, and those who came back also came back very quickly.

"Why do you let me wait for you? What's the matter?"

Si Ningning looked up at Huo Lang, but seeing Huo Lang's frowning, serious and impatient expression, he immediately noticed something.

Taking a step away and looking behind him, Si Ningning saw the person following Huo Lang as expected.

Putting aside the anger of fighting with Huo Lang, Si Ningning straightened up and asked seriously:

"Comrade Zhao Yongle, are you looking for me... for something?"

Zhao Yongle was a little embarrassed, scratched the back of his head and said embarrassingly: "There is something wrong."

Zhao Yongle was looking for Si Ningning for something, but it was not a big deal.

It's about those buns.

Si Ningning originally counted, each of the seven people can divide into six, but Huo Lang took another seven out, and now each of the seven can only divide into six.

Zhao Yongle took out two buns from his arms and handed them to Si Ningning. He glanced back to confirm that the other young men working together had left, then Zhao Yongle explained: "This, this, educated youth Si, you go back Help me bring it to Xiaoyun when it's time!"

"..." Si Ningning was silent for a moment, then confirmed again: "For Song Xiaoyun?"

"Yeah." Zhao Yongle nodded earnestly, with a shy and embarrassed smile on his dark face, "There are four more, I'll tell when I go back that I've eaten, enough for business."

Si Ningning paused, frowned, and asked again: "Business?"

Zhao Yongle was stunned for a moment, then reacted and stuffed the two buns into Si Ningning's hands, then stepped back and said, "It's nothing, anyway, Si Zhiqing, I'll trouble you, take it for me!"...

After finishing speaking, before Si Ningning could reply, Zhao Yongle had already turned around and walked out the door.

He must have been flustered, and he staggered at the gate of the yard, almost tripping over the threshold.

Si Ningning frowned, and exhaled heavily from his nasal cavity.

Three brothers plus one old lady left four buns, which was just enough.

Zhao Yongle didn't plan to eat it himself.

Huo Lang knew what Si Ningning was thinking, so he patted Si Ningning on the shoulder and softly comforted him:

"Don't think about it, they chose it by themselves, and they can do it if they like, what are you bothering about?"

Si Ning is not worried.

She just didn't understand Zhao Yongle.

If you are brothers and sisters, and the family environment is harmonious, you can share it with your family, but at present, Mrs. Zhao obviously doesn't like Zhao Yongle very much.

And having said that, there are six buns in total, one for each person is enough, Zhao Yongle just didn't keep it for himself.

I really don't know whether to praise him for his kindness to Song Xiaoyun, or to say that he is obsessed with it.

Si Ningning's idea is not that Zhao Yongle's decision is wrong, but that the year is special, and the hardest and most tiring work is done by strong laborers every day. It doesn't matter if they can't eat well, at least half Full, [-]% full.

But Zhao Yongle came to work here today, and the whole Zhao family knew that Huo Lang paid for the meal, and they would definitely not prepare Zhao Yongle's portion at night. Zhao Yongle took the buns back to "share", and said that he had eaten them. Don't you have to go hungry all night long?

Only when people take care of themselves first, can they be qualified and capable of taking care of others, so that everyone can advance and retreat together. Unilateral patience and dedication will lead to problems sooner or later.

Whether it's Song Xiaoyun or Zhao Yongle, whether it's their marriage, or the matter of sharing steamed buns, Si Ningning always felt that it was too awkward.

It turned out that it was just a little incomprehensible, and it was really annoying to think about it.

Shaking his head and being too lazy to think any further, Si Ningning blinked at Huo Lang innocently, and raised the two buns in his hand.

Although he said nothing, Holland understood her meaning.

Song Xiaoyun's matter has not been dealt with neatly yet, she has to go back.

"Alas..." Huo Lang sighed in frustration, and slowly walked out while holding Si Ningning's wrist, "Then I'll see you off."

Si Ningning bargained with him: "Just take me to the gate of the yard. It's still early and there are people on the road, so there's nothing to be afraid of. You should clean up there while the sun is still there, and build the house earlier , I will marry you earlier?"

Huo Lang was unwilling at first, thinking how could he send Si Ningning to the literacy class, so that he could talk and talk on the way, but what happened?

Si Ningning's words were like the sword of Cupid, the god of love, Huo Lang heard it in his ears and fell into his heart. He, who has always been calm and mature, was so fooled by Si Ningning that he almost lost his way. He was obedient and obedient Like a loyal dog, he nodded again and again, "Well, I know, don't worry, I will clean up in a while, and I will clean up the storage. If you don't believe me, come and check tomorrow."

Si Ningning's stupid look was not at all calm and shrewd as usual, and the contrast was so strong that Si Ningning couldn't stop laughing.

She stood on tiptoe and gnawed at Huo Lang's face, "Don't keep thinking about it, it's probably because you can't run away, pay more attention when you work! I'm leaving!"

"Oh, um."

Feeling lost, Huo Lang sent Si Ningning out happily and regretfully, making up his mind to speed up the formation of the house.

First of all, the first point is that if someone comes to help in the future, it is specified that we cannot leave work so early.

I've eaten all the food, why don't you work a little longer!what!up!
How!what!up!
Huo Lang thought angrily, it wasn't until Si Ningning walked out that he slapped his head and remembered something.

Si Ningning hadn't let Si Ningning eat the steamed stuffed bun just taken out yet.