A Real Child Transmigrates to the 70s, Watch How She Builds from Nothing

PS: There will be migration to a new brigade.

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"Nemesis? Little ghost?" Is that about me?

Shumiao doesn't care, as long as she can scare people.

Suddenly o...

Chapter 225 is so warm that it makes people's hearts melt.

It wasn't until she saw the thin old man standing in front of the stove, skillfully coating the hawthorn skewers with sugar, that she suddenly understood.

It turns out that this old couple sells candied haws!

But from this perspective, she also understood why Li Feng said that the old couple were around 60 years old.

Because the old man looked energetic and didn't even look sixty, but the old woman looked much older.

If the ages of the old couple are average, wouldn’t they be around sixty years old?

At this moment, the old man was concentrating on quickly rotating the hawthorn skewers in the syrup so that they were evenly coated with a layer of syrup, and then placing them in an oiled rectangular aluminum plate.

Shu Miao's eyes widened at the familiar movements.

To be honest, every time the thick sugar liquid flowed down the hawthorn, her heart couldn't help but tighten, for fear that the sugar would get on the old man's hands.

When the old lady saw the little girl staring at her husband intently, she knew that she was also frightened by her husband's nervous and cautious way of wrapping things in sugar.

In a trance, she seemed to see her past self, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised a slight arc.

Then his eyes rested on the girl's damp hair. She quickly lowered her mouth and coughed twice.

"Ahem, let's get started..."

Shu Miao was called back to his senses and quickly agreed to follow the old lady.

Only then did I notice that the structure of this kitchen was also very different. The most noticeable thing was the stove, which was much larger than that of an ordinary house.

It is just convenient for placing those long trays.

Her mind raced, and she quickly squatted down in front of the stove at the old lady's signal.

When she saw the full charcoal fire inside, she was stunned for a moment.

Because sugar is boiling in the pot at this time, you must not use high heat.

But at this moment, the stove was full of red charcoal, so there was no need to light any more fire.

The rolling heat wave hit her door directly, warming her heart so much that it seemed to melt.