Nongmen Space: Farming lady is not easy to mess with

Chapter 293 This little lady has a cold face and a warm heart
The woman only glanced at them twice and didn't bother them any more. The family had to eat.

Shu Yingtong scooped up two ladles of the underwater pot, went back to the chopping board and chopped the meat, "Ah Yan, this village"

"Well, it should be."

They didn't say it clearly, but they both knew what the other was thinking.

She didn't speak again, everything was guesswork, and now she had to make dinner to fill her stomach before talking.

"The water is boiling." Jing Yunyan reminded.

"coming."

"What are you?"

He was curious to see that she was tearing a layer of transparent things with a roll of paper wrapped things.

"Noodles." She tore off the wrapping paper, pulled out the noodles inside and dropped them into the boiling water, and handed one to him.

"Is this noodles? How can it be so uniform in thickness and dry?" He broke off a piece and put it in his mouth.

"It's made by a machine." She bent down and threw the wrapping paper into the stove. "You can also make it by hand." She found a pair of chopsticks and stirred the noodles in the pot to prevent them from sticking together.

"Interesting, this is more suitable for making dry food than hard pancakes, as long as you can make a fire to cook." Jing Yunyan smiled and watched her cover the pot and go back to chop vegetables.

Shu Yingtong smiled slightly, "Well, the noodles can be made into dried noodles, and the rice can be made into dried powder. It can be stored for a month or two if kept dry. When the rice is planted in the village, they can open a workshop or make dried powder in the form of a family and transport it to other places. "

The geographical environment of Huanshan Village is suitable for growing rice, and it is most suitable for making powder.

No wheat is produced, and the flour is shipped from other places. Making dried noodles will increase the cost, which is unnecessary.

The two chatted one after another, Shu Yingtong picked up the noodles and passed the cold water.

She looked at the oil pot, and there was only a thin layer of white lard. She scraped off the lard, fried the dried meat and garlic cloves, added a ladle of water, brought it to a boil, poured the noodles that had been soaked in the water, and covered it again. pot cover.

I picked a handful of amaranth from the basket under the water tank, washed it and sprinkled it into the pot, seasoned it and put it in a pot.

Looking at the empty oil jar, she filled it with half a jar of peanut oil.

It was completely dark outside, Shu Yingtong took out a candle and lit it, "Shall we go to the main room to eat?"

"You have cooked so much, what else do you need to ask?" He chuckled in a low voice, and reached out his hand to beckon, "Is your name Chuntao? Come, help us find two sets of bowls and chopsticks."

The little boy outside the door came several times, and the little girl caught him several times. Afterwards, the two simply peeked at the door frame for a while, and the sound of slobbering came from time to time, which was cute and funny.

Chuntao walked in with her younger brother, and smiled shyly at Jing Yunyan, "I'll help you get the bowls and chopsticks."

"What are you cooking? It's delicious!"

The little boy was skinny, about five or six years old, with a dirty little face showing two rows of small white teeth when he smiled.

"It's delicious, do you want to eat it?" Jing Yunyan bent down on his knees to tease him.

"Yeah!" He licked his lips and nodded vigorously, then shook his head after thinking about it, "No, no, no~"

"Chuntao~Changsheng~Where are you guys!"

"Mother, I'm here!" Xiao Changsheng yelled back at the top of his voice.

The woman ran over in a hurry and saw her two children in the kitchen. She sniffed the fragrance floating in the air, her face was embarrassed, and she stretched out her hand to pull Xiao Changsheng's ear and reprimanded, "It's not that I don't want you to disturb me!" Guests!"

Chuntao shrank her neck and hurried out with the bowl and chopsticks in her arms.

"I didn't!" Xiao Changsheng grinned and hugged her hand, "The guest let us in!"

"This sister-in-law, indeed we asked them to come in to help." Jing Yunyan answered with a smile.

The woman knew very well in her heart that she and her mother-in-law went to tidy up the guest room just now, these two must have sneaked here, her child knew it by herself.

She let go of her hand in embarrassment, "The children in the village don't know the rules, don't take it personally."

"No, Changsheng is very cute." Jing Yunyan reached out and rubbed his little head, then turned around and picked up the basin on the stove and walked out.

The woman glanced at it, a little dazed, the big basin
Shu Yingtong finished washing the pot, picked up the candle and walked out to protect the flames. When passing by them, she said: "Longevity comes."

"Hey!" He happily agreed, dragging the woman's hand to follow.

Shu Yingtong entered the main room and took a look around. The house has been around for a long time.

There are some farm tools in the corner by the door, bamboo hats and coir raincoats are hung on the wall, and there are only wicks and no lamp oil in the lampstand and saucer on the wall.

As soon as they entered, a woman in her forties came out from the inner aisle.

He had a kind smile on his dark and thin face, his hair was simply tied back in a bun, and he was dressed in coarse cloth with tight trousers, and black cloth shoes on his feet.

"Auntie, my surname is Jing, and this is my wife. Thank you so much for taking me in today." Jing Yunyan introduced himself and Shu Yingtong gently and politely.

"Oh, don't want to say those kind words." The aunt sighed quietly, "You two seem to be rich and noble at first glance, and I really wronged you to live in my shabby house. You eat first, and my daughter-in-law will take you to the guest room after eating." rest."

She glanced at the two children standing in front of the table and swallowing, "Chuntao, Changsheng, go back to bed with grandma."

Chuntao responded and took her younger brother to leave, but Changsheng grabbed the table and refused to leave.

Shu Yingtong filled a bowl of noodles with sliced ​​meat and amaranth, placed it in front of Changsheng, "Eat."

"Don't dare~" The woman waved her hands repeatedly, pulled Xiao Changsheng off the table, and said in embarrassment, "They are all full."

"Accidentally made too much, I can't finish it." Shu Yingtong glanced at Chuntao lightly, "Please bring some more bowls and chopsticks."

Chuntao looked at the aunt hesitantly, "Grandma."

The aunt sighed heavily, and waved her hand to signal her to get the bowls and chopsticks.

What is there not to understand at this age, this little lady has a cold face and a warm heart, so there is no carelessness, this is deliberately doing too much.

"Auntie, sister-in-law, please sit down." Jing Yunyan sat next to Shu Yingtong and served her a bowl of noodles.

The woman looked at her mother-in-law's face, and seeing that she had no objection, she sat down and watched Xiao Changsheng try to suck up the noodles in silence.

Embarrassed on the face, but happy in the heart.

It is rare for the baby to get some oil and water in his stomach all year round. The oily flakes in this noodle soup are obviously the lard that his own oil pot is not willing to eat.

The bowl was covered with slices of bacon, which even made her a little greedy looking at it.

Chuntao came in with four sets of bowls and chopsticks in her arms. The joy on her face was obvious. She quickly arranged the bowls and chopsticks, but when she turned around, she found that the empty bowls in front of her had been replaced with filled ones, covered with sliced ​​meat.

She smiled gratefully at Shu Yingtong, "Thank you Ma'am."

The early rice did not come down, and the family could only eat beans and rice.

It is said to be bean rice, and it is almost beans in the mouth.

The last time she ate meat seemed to be during the Chinese New Year, and the oil residue from boiled lard should be counted as meat.

Shu Yingtong hummed as a response, and seeing the two sisters and younger brothers turning the meat to the bottom of the bowl as if they were reluctant to eat it, she suddenly wanted to swear.

Jing Yunyan looked at Shu Yingtong helplessly and dotingly, and refilled a bowl for her.

His Tongtong was still so considerate, knowing that the little girl would not dare to pick up her own words, so she exchanged her own.

(End of this chapter)