In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

Chapter 10 Millet Congee and Egg Custard

Fire or not?The system felt that she was mocking him, and couldn't help saying, "Content is king, post-production is just icing on the cake!"

"Hehe, there are a lot of high-quality content that has been buried, traffic is the most important thing, okay?" Song Hongguo complained while not forgetting to work.

From the box, I found an old-fashioned amphora casserole, khaki-colored, with a lid. It was just right for cooking millet porridge. Then I took out bowls and chopsticks, eggs, brown sugar, soy sauce and sesame oil, and put them all on the table. Click on the camera button.

"Thought you forgot." The system faintly reminded, "Be more natural, don't show traces of acting, let alone be handsome on purpose, I want the original flavor, understand?"

"Do you still need to tell me? Am I a hypocritical person?" Song Hongguo felt uncomfortable, took off his military overcoat, rolled up the sleeves of his sweater, and went to clean the coal stove.

The coal stove was not burning well. She took the tongs and poked it from below a few times, pulling out a lot of coal ash. Slowly, the flames began to rise up. After touching the water in the aluminum pot, it was already warm, and poured it out. Some in the pot, and I estimated that I grabbed two small handfuls of rice and went in to wash it. Seeing that the water was quite muddy, I seized the opportunity and complained to the system, "Look at the millet you sell, and put it on the shelf without cleaning it? What a scam! "

"...That's not turbid, it's all good things, don't you know rice washing water can wash your face?" The system acted like you didn't know it, "Watering flowers is nutritious, better than chemical fertilizers."

"Hehe, keep blowing!" Song Hongguo went to the bathroom with the casserole in hand, turned on the faucet and cleaned it a few times before sitting on the stove in peace.

Ling Zhi kept looking at her, hesitant to speak.

Song Hongguo looked at him with a troubled look on his face, and asked amusedly, "What do you want to say?"

Only then did Ling Zhi struggle, "You, did you put too much rice?"

"A lot?" Song Hongguo often cooked in her previous life, so she still had a good ratio of rice to water.

"I think it's too much. These rice can be eaten for three meals." Ling Zhi pursed his lips, and said, "There is a shortage of food everywhere now, and it is not easy to buy if you have money and tickets, especially fine grains, you still have to save some... ...Also, my brother and I can just eat whole grains."

Song Hongguo couldn't help feeling sad when she heard the words, but her tone was relaxed with a smile on her face, "Don't worry, I know, I won't starve you and your brother, and, in the future, our family will only use For a meal, if I eat dry ones, you two won't drink thin ones, remember?"

"But……"

"No, but!" Song Hongguo patted his head and made a final decision, "Adults should worry about eating and drinking. As for you and your brother, the most important thing right now is to take care of your body first."

"……it is good."

"Get a horse from under the bed, sit by the stove, warm up, and keep an eye on the pot so it doesn't boil."

"Ah."

With him watching, Song Hongguo went to the bathroom with a stack of bowls, chopsticks and spoons to clean up, and then cleaned up the washbasin, thermos, and enamel jars. She also felt awkward with the same body, but if there was a new one right now, she had to make do with it.

After finishing the work, the pot was boiled, and the golden millet was rolling. Soon, the unique aroma of millet porridge wafted in the room, which was warm and inviting.

Song Hongguo took a deep breath, feeling more empty and uncomfortable in his stomach. Lexus was suffering more than her. Since he went to the farm in Province M, he hadn't eaten fine grains a few times, except for sweet potatoes and corn, which were ground with the skin on Now, it needs to be mixed with some straw, not to mention the taste, as long as it is rough, it is difficult to swallow.

But now?The thick millet porridge was bubbling and bubbling, and the delicate and soft aroma of grain was like a hook stuck into his stomach, which made him restless, and when he saw what Song Hongguo was doing, he felt even more His eyes widened, and he stood up abruptly, "You, what are you doing here?"

"Beat the eggs, isn't it obvious?" Song Hongguo originally wanted to cook them to save energy, but looking at the sesame oil on the table, she changed her mind. Let's use steamed egg custard, which is delicious and tender, and is most suitable for coaxing sick children baby.

Anyway, when she was a child, as long as she was sick, eating a bowl of egg custard was more effective than taking medicine. Oh, and canned yellow peaches were the best match for illness.

"That's not necessary... so much?" Ling Zhi was worried again, looking at the three broken egg shells, his flesh hurt.

"There are three of us, is there more than one person?" Song Hongguo reminded helplessly, "Did you forget again? You and your brother need to supplement nutrition now. Only a healthy body can have hope, and you don't have to worry about the rest."

Ling Zhi didn't speak anymore, but he thought in his heart, can he not worry about her living so lavishly?Especially for him and his younger brother, he couldn't feel at ease.

"Host, your cheap son is a bit picky, won't it affect your motivation to buy, buy, buy?" The system worried about affecting its upgrade career, and complained uneasy, "Don't men loose their hands?"

"It's called being frugal, and careful planning is a virtue in this era, isn't it?" Song Hongguo defended his shortcomings, "Besides, with the size of your small grain and oil store, if I want to buy something, I have to have something that can arouse my impulse! Even There are no shrimp skins!"

Steamed egg custard is more delicious and nutritious by adding some dried shrimps.

"..."

"Oh, it affects my performance." Song Hongguo continued to despise it.

The system really wanted to say, "You have to show some face, you are not as good as Shrimp Skin if you don't perform well?", but he was afraid that she would turn her face, so he said aggrievedly, "There will always be in the future, what is Shrimp Skin, Australia Big lobsters are nothing."

"Okay, then you work hard and try to evolve from a grain and oil store to a shopping mall as soon as possible."

"..." Shouldn't it be you who worked hard to cheer up?It will be dumped.

After cooking for half an hour, the millet porridge has become viscous, the water and rice are fused together, and there is still a layer of rice oil floating on it. Song Hongguo took the casserole and replaced it with an amphora iron pot, poured water, put the bowl in, The mouth of the bowl is quite large, and there is still room for the three eggs to dilute with water. She carefully skimmed off the foam on the egg liquid with a spoon, and then covered it with a flat plate, so that the steamed custard looks nice and tender.

After the water is boiled, it only takes seven or eight minutes. As soon as the plate is opened, the aroma wafts away. It is the first time for Song Hongguo to discover that the aroma of egg custard is so strong. Warm and domineering.

When the spoon was stirred lightly, the soft tofu-like custard shook tremblingly, and it melted in the mouth, and I was so satisfied that I wanted to sigh.

"I'm hungry after watching it." The tone of the system was a little excited, "When I post the video, it should attract a wave of foodie fans, right?"

Song Hongguo ignored it, beckoned Ling Zhi to come over, changed the spoon, took another bite and handed it to his mouth, "Try it, is it delicious?"

Ling Zhi swallowed his saliva with difficulty, smelled the tempting aroma, opened his mouth uncontrollably, and was reluctant to swallow it after eating it, chewing carefully, greedy for that delicious taste, until many years After he grew up, egg custard is no longer a rare thing, and he still remembers the throbbing and warmth of this moment.

"There's also millet porridge, let's eat it together." Song Hongguo filled a bowl full for him, and sat on the edge of the bed with him, facing the table, eating without looking up.

After a bowl of porridge, the stomach is finally satisfied, and it will be more perfect if it is served with some small pickles.

"Xiao Tiantian, don't forget to add some pickles to your grain and oil store. You don't need too many varieties. There are pickled vegetables, mustard greens, and spicy lumps. Ah, the local oil-braised peppers and pickled cucumbers are also needed, and that's for dinner."

"..."

(End of this chapter)