Space peasant girl: madly criticizing Xianggong for being weak and bullying

Chapter 16 Smoked Honeycomb

After Xiaoxiao returned home, she covered the honeycomb wrapped in cloth with a bamboo basket, and then went to get some cold water to wash the bag on her hands, carefully making sure that the wounds were cleaned and there were no bee stings left.

Just like the original owner's memory, the wound was only red and swollen for a while, and there was only a little itchiness left. Xiaoxiao blew on it twice before jumping to the kitchen as if nothing happened.

It was almost time to prepare dinner. She first lit the stove, prepared the porridge and steamed buns for the evening, and then took a smoking stick from the stove and started to smoke the beehive.

There are likely to be some bees left in the hive. They are in the same "preservation state" as the ingredients in the space. They cannot move or attack. It will be different when they come out, so before taking the honey, she has to talk to these bees first. Say goodbye, little one.

At this point, my mother went to wash clothes, the elder brother was helping at the new house next door, the second brother was collecting firewood, and my father had just fallen asleep, so it was a good time to sneak around and do things that were not suitable for people to see.

Now she is very proficient at picking up everything she comes across, but Xiaoxiao doesn't do things like comparing her speed with bee stingers, so she uses another bamboo basket as a cover to cover the beehive. One, after smoking out the bees, inserted a finger through the hole at the bottom of the bamboo basket.

As soon as the fingertips touch the beehive, they will take it away. In this way, there are only bees left in the bamboo basket. Xiaoxiao tied the bamboo basket and put it aside, ready to find a chance to release it—it’s not easy to rob someone’s home , but also the life of others, isn't it?
After finishing these, Xiaoxiao took out the honeycomb from the space, prepared clean kitchen knives and bowls and chopsticks, and started cutting honey.Cutting honey is an exciting thing, at least for Xiaoxiao.

As soon as the knife was cut down, the long-lost sweet scent made her salivate.Resisting the desire to lick a mouthful, Xiaoxiao poured the honey into the bowl, her eyes were beautiful amber, much like the eyes of the young man next door.

The honeycomb is not too big, and there is no movement after pouring two bowls. Xiaoxiao puts one bowl in the space to keep it fresh, and saves the other bowl for eating. Then she takes the boiled gauze, wraps the honeycomb and squeezes it hard, and the thick honey flows smoothly. The strength of her twisting the gauze flowed out, and soon filled the bowl again.

She found the largest clay pot in the house, cleaned it, scalded it with boiling water, put the honeycomb residue left after squeezing into it, and then poured it into a bowl of clear water to soak, and the harvest was considered finished today.

Seeing the two bowls of fragrant honey on the table, Xiaoxiao squinted her eyes, full of joy.

Before the adults came back, she scooped a spoonful out of the flour sack, added her own sauce and mixed it evenly, poured it into the pot and heated it while stirring. When it started to steam, she brought the small pot beside the pot.

The jar contains the powder she ground from small shrimps, which is usually used to enhance the freshness of dishes, and is very popular at home. Now it is added to the noodle sauce. Once heated, the umami taste will waft all over the kitchen, and she Add honey, cook the noodle sauce until thick, and finally serve the bubbling sweet noodle sauce.

Some of it was packed into the crock pots at home for seasoning, and some of it was carefully filled into the prettiest little pots in the house, and then they were placed on the shelf to wait for them to cool.

While waiting, the porridge in the pot had already started to tumbling, Xiaoxiao looked at the door guiltily to make sure there was no one there, then quickly took out the eggs in the space and broke them into the porridge, and sprinkled the chopped wild vegetables and mushrooms mushroom.

The porridge was so stuffy, she dug out a few sweet potatoes from the grain bag in the corner of the kitchen, quickly peeled and cut them into pieces, put them in the underwater pot, and made a simple shredded sweet potato.

There is no oil at home, and the original ecological honey is used. It is impossible to make it as clear and beautiful as the previous ones. Fortunately, the wild honey is fragrant and mellow, and the taste is not ambiguous at all. Couldn't resist eating two pieces.

"Okay, my sister steals it!"

(End of this chapter)