I'm sorry, I can't serve you all.

Chapter 12
Under Su Laoer's extremely gentle comfort, Jinyue's heartbeat accelerated a few degrees, and her mood improved a lot in an instant.

The unique charm of a handsome guy!
What's more, now is not the time to be willful and lose her temper. She has to make money, and she doesn't know if her 100 points have arrived in the account. She will check when she has time.

Right now, the whole family is still waiting for dinner.

I blame myself for impulsively saying that I want to cook!
What kind of food do you eat during this famine?
Jinyue retrieved the memory of the original body, and found that most of the time he drank cornmeal and wild vegetable soup, and only occasionally made some noodles.

Then make some noodles, I only ate half an egg for so long, I feel almost starved to death.

Jinyue changed into her new clothes and went to the kitchen.

This palm-sized kitchen really has the characteristics of the times. Two black and shiny iron cauldrons are placed on the rough soil stove. A broken bowl, a few saucers and pots, and a long rolling pin.

The chopping board was not washed cleanly, and there were traces of flour accumulated over the years.

There are two white nylon bags under the chopping board, which look shriveled and probably empty.

Several nails of different sizes were nailed into the dark earthen wall, and there were spatulas, backing boards, pot lids, and a tube of red chopsticks with paint peeling off.

Looking at the ground again, wheat straw and wooden sticks are piled up in a mess under the stove, and there are some torn papers. There is a large yellowed porcelain vat in the corner opposite the stove. It may be because it is broken, and the outside has been hooped several times.

Next to the water tank are two black plastic buckets, which are a little white because of the wind and sun. One bucket has no ears, and the handle is artificially pressed on the edge.

At this time, Jinyue really understood that the allegorical feeling of "tigers eat God" really exists in reality, and there is not only nowhere to start, but also nowhere to start.

There was a piece of cloth hanging on the door that hadn’t been washed for ten years. Jinyue thought it was a rag, but when she took it off, she found that it was a torn apron covered with patches, which smelled heavily of washing pot water.

Mrs. Zhang is really lazy. After only a few days of cooking, he turned the kitchen into a pig's nest.

Jinyue bent down, pulled out the nylon pocket under the chopping board, opened it, and there was only a broken bowl with a notch in it. After shaking it a few times, she found a little cornmeal in the corner of the pocket, about half a bowl, maybe five or six Two looks.

This handful of noodles, the noodles definitely can’t be made, Jinyue searched around again, fortunately, there is still half a bag of potatoes and some wild vegetables, so let’s do this, half a bowl of cornmeal, add more potatoes and wild vegetables, and burn some batter soup.

Jinyue has never done this kind of eating and drinking before. After boiling the water, she didn't know whether to put the noodles or the potatoes first. She was going to extract the memory of the original body, but she felt that it was unnecessary. She just threw it in and cooked it.

It's not about delicacies from mountains and seas, what to pay attention to.

With this little thing, there is not even a seasoning, so it is possible to cook out some new tricks.

Due to the large number of adults in the family, and the poor harvest in the past two years, the harvest is often in short supply. Mrs. Su has a certain amount of flour for cooking every day.

If it is busy farming season, add two handfuls of white noodles every day to make a total of two bowls of cornmeal, grain noodles, and minced noodles, which can be used to make noodles. In the rest of the time, you can only hold a bowl of miscellaneous noodles with potatoes and wild vegetables. Sauerkraut and the like, burn some soup to drink.

Before Yuanshen got sick, he and Zhang shi took turns cooking.

I don't know if it's because I'm worried about my daughter-in-law or what, but the flour is locked in the cabinet in the main room by Mrs. Su.

Every two days, she measures out a fixed amount of flour and puts it in a small nylon pocket under the chopping board.

As for pancakes, four bowls of noodles are baked every four days, and various wild vegetables are added to them. Granny Su takes out these noodles at a fixed time.

These things seem complicated and trivial, but Mrs. Su has never made any mistakes in this regard.

Jinyue also admires this old lady!

If it were me, I would be bored to death just going to measure the noodles every day, not to mention losing everything!
(End of this chapter)