The space doctor girl became the favorite of exiled ministers

Mrs. Cui couldn't help swallowing while she was burning firewood.

Jiang Zhiluo took out the dried prickly ash peppers she bought today, put them in a stone mortar for pounding garlic, and began to pound them into powder.

Tomorrow, when we are making the mushroom meat stuffed pot helmet, adjust the meat stuffing and add peppercorns.

As if thinking of something, Mrs. Cui asked, "Zhiluo, what should we eat as a staple food?"

Jiang Zhiluo thought for a while and said, "Mother, didn't we make cornmeal steamed buns last night? You can eat them with cornmeal steamed buns."

I steamed a pot of cornmeal steamed buns last night, which can be eaten for several days.

Even if the family conditions are better now, they are reluctant to eat white flour steamed buns.

It is usually mixed with cornmeal to make steamed buns.

Just because the house hasn't been built yet.

So be smart about it or be smart about it.

Saving a little is saving.

Don't build a house halfway without money.

And since I have bought medicine for Cui Hejin and Mrs. Cui to restore their bodies, it is best not to stop halfway. A few consecutive courses of treatment can completely restore Mrs. Cui's depleted body.

Mrs. Cui nodded and said: "It is true that you can have cornmeal steamed buns."

"By the way, Zhiluo, are you pounding garlic? I can do it after a while, or let Hejin do it."

Jiang Zhiluo said: "Mother, husband will be tired after a day's work in school. I can do this kind of work, so I don't have to work hard on husband."

Mrs. Cui listened, and couldn't say anything to refute.

She has never seen someone who loves her husband so much.

When she was the wife of the Duke, she never cared so much for the Duke.

Mrs. Cui smiled and sighed: "He Jin must have accumulated virtue in her previous life, and now she has found such a good wife like you."

"I didn't feel sorry for his father that much back then. I just thought he was a man and should pamper me more!"

Jiang Zhiluo's expression changed, her hands stopped, her nose felt sore, and her heart ached, "Maybe he had a hard life in his last life."

Yes, it must be very hard for him to protect her so much.

In this life, she was reluctant to let him have the slightest hardship.

Mrs. Cui said: "That's all guesswork. After all, I'm relieved that your lives will be peaceful and beautiful."

She was happy and relieved to see her son and daughter-in-law doing well.

Don't the husband and wife just support each other and love each other.

Her desolate son felt that under the influence of Zhiluo, there seemed to be some fireworks in his body.

While talking, Cui Hejin had already entered with two buckets of water.

He glanced at Jiang Zhiluo, as if he had heard what he said just now, a dim light flashed across his eyes, flickering on and off, and his black eyes became deeper and deeper.

Cui Hejin poured two buckets of water, and the water in the tank was full.

He went to the yard to chop firewood again.

Looking at his busy figure, Jiang Zhiluo's cheeks were in a daze, as if she saw other scenes through him.

After Jiang Zhiluo crushed the prickly ash into powder, Mrs. Cui smelled it and said, "Is this the smell of spices?"

"Mother, this is pepper powder. I just finished kneading the dough to leave it. When I wake up tomorrow morning, I can make pot helmets."

"I'm going to make a pot helmet stuffed with shiitake mushrooms, and these minced peppercorns are the seasoning for the stuffing."

Mrs. Cui was taken aback, "Then you really don't want to be in the leek box business, but a pot helmet instead?"

Although Mrs. Cui doesn't know what a pot helmet is at this time, but if the daughter-in-law wants to make it, it must be a good thing.

Jiang Zhiluo nodded and said, "Well, to make pot helmets, our noodle cakes are different from other people's, and they are not pies. They taste unique, so it is easy to stand out among a bunch of food stalls."

"There are not many people buying leek boxes now, so let's not do it for the time being."

Mrs. Cui nodded and said: "Well, mother doesn't know much about business, so I'll just follow your arrangement."

"I'll get up early tomorrow morning to make pot helmets with you."

"Well, after the xuelihong is made into dried plums, you can use dried plums to make pot helmets, and the taste is even more unique."

I visited the market before, and there is no plum dried vegetables at all.

"And we can make pickled vegetables and braised pork ourselves."

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhiluo smiled.

Just like that, Mrs. Cui was talking to Jiang Zhiluo, and the two of them were discussing about setting up a stall tomorrow.

Time passed little by little.

The smell in the house is getting stronger and stronger.

"The scent is too sweet."

Mrs. Cui had a banquet in the village before and smelled the smell of stewed chicken, but it was not as fragrant.

……

Next to Niu's house

Although Cui's house and Niu's house were separated by an abandoned vacant lot, the scent was too strong and could easily spread to Niu's house.

Especially at this time, Shanmao was still playing in the yard, smelling the aroma, and couldn't stand it anymore, "Mother, it smells delicious, I want to eat meat."

When it was time to eat, the seven-year-old Shan Mao was already hungry, and his mother hadn't cooked the cooked rice yet. He smelled the aroma and felt that the meat must be so delicious.

"Yesterday you asked for candied haws. Didn't I just buy them for you? What kind of meat do you eat? You can only eat meat during the Chinese New Year."

Shanmao was so greedy by the smell, "Whoa, I want to eat meat, eat meat..."

Niu always loves her son, her man is strong and able to work, so he also separated from the brothers below, and the food collected is enough for the family to eat.

So occasionally she would buy her son a piece of caramel, some peanuts and other things to eat.

But this kind of thing is enough for a penny, and it works to coax children.

But eating meat is not something that can be spent with just a few pennies.

Niu couldn't bear to buy such a catty of meat for twenty Wen.

Those are things that can only be eaten during the Chinese New Year.

"Why are you crying? If you cry again, your father will come back and beat you up."

Liu Cang, a man from Niu's family, has a lot of strength and hard work, so he also went to the back of the village to help build a house.

For the past three days, Niu was almost overjoyed to be able to receive ten Wen coins home every day.

This period of time is the slack time for farming, and there is not much work on weekdays. If you are idle at home, you are also idle. Going out to work for ten cents a day is naturally a pleasure.

Just thinking that the conditions of the Cui family have improved, Niu was a little puzzled.

She knows best what the Cui family lived before.

"Could it be that Jiang Zhiluo brought the dowry money here, or how could life be better all of a sudden, and she still has money to buy a homestead and build a house?"

"Li is talking about doing business, how can you make so much money by doing business."

"If business is so easy to do, everyone will go to business."

It's not that the people in the village don't have the kind of quick-witted people who set up food stalls, but it's not so easy to sell them.

Things that cannot be sold are wasted, and the white flour used is also wasted.

Besides, they don't necessarily sell eggs just by setting up stalls in the market.

So after a long time, everyone rested their minds and played with the land. After planting it, they can produce more food without having to worry about other things.

With great difficulty, Niu calmed Shan Mao and kept him from making trouble.

But Shan Mao was crying and smelling the stronger fragrance, his stomach was rumbling, and he was even more hungry.

Naturally, Niu also smelled the fragrance, and salivated greedily, "Really, I don't know what to make, the fragrance makes me hungry every day."

I also smelled the fragrance last night. When I saw Cui Shi in the afternoon, I asked him about the cornmeal steamed buns he made last night.

Why do people make cornmeal steamed buns so delicious?
While Niu kept swallowing, Jiang Zhiluo knocked on the door with a small bowl of chicken nuggets with mushrooms in her hand.

Niu swallowed, and shouted, "Who is it?"