The next morning, Shen Xingmian had harvested several bags of glutinous rice flour.

She has a meat grinder in her space. After roasting the sesame seeds, she puts them in, and in just a few seconds, they are all turned into sesame crumbs, very fine ones.

As soon as she opened the lid, a strong sesame aroma filled her nose.

"Real sesame seeds smell so good! Could it be that the sesame paste and sesame oil I bought before were all fake?"

Shen Xingmian was genuinely puzzled.

When she used to go to the restaurant for hot pot, her favorite thing was the self-service condiment area, and her must-have condiment was sesame paste.

But those sesame pastes are all show and no substance; they look like sesame paste, but they don't taste like it at all.

Once, when I went back to my hometown, I passed by a stall selling freshly ground sesame paste at the market. The smell was similar to what I smell now, and it was very fragrant.

It seems that so much sesame paste from before was adulterated!

hateful!

Even in places where technology is underdeveloped, there are advantages to being underdeveloped. Now she can eat out anywhere without worrying about hygiene, not about technology or hard work.

It saves a lot of trouble.

Unlike before, when you had to worry about the health of everything you bought, carefully selecting items to try and save your life, only to have the devil deliver a huge blow, causing global nuclear contamination that no one can escape.

No matter how happy I am now, I still get angry whenever I think about this!

Pour the crushed sesame seeds into a large bowl, add sugar, peanut powder and lard, mix well, and then shape into appropriately sized balls. The filling is now ready.

The method for making red bean paste is similar; it's not difficult, but it takes quite a bit of time.

Shen Xingmian discovered that after she gained her own space, she had changed without even realizing it.

She used to be very patient when doing things that took time, and she would even enjoy the process. But now, she feels like she's wasting her life. It's as if she should be doing something more valuable, like using her superpowers to farm or forge iron.

It seems that these are the only two things she has for now, so she doesn't consider them a waste of time.

That's what she fears most.

If everything in her future life is measured by value, wouldn't she end up as a wage earner, or rather, a tool?

Thinking about it this way, she couldn't help but want to force herself to plant sesame seeds again.

If sesame seeds, which can be harvested in a day, are considered troublesome in her eyes, then what about normal farming, which requires sowing, weeding, fertilizing, and waiting for several months? Wouldn't she find that completely unacceptable?

But that's the normal natural order.

Shen Xingmian shook her head to clear her mind. She already had many advantages, and she couldn't be any more greedy.

With patience, she actually planted another crop of sesame seeds.

This time, she wasn't in a hurry. Instead, she maintained a calm mindset, watching them grow, bloom, and bear fruit, truly experiencing the meaning of "sesame flowers blooming higher and higher."

After the anxiety subsided, the world seemed to stop its hurried pace.

When it came to crushing the sesame seeds, she couldn't help but think that people in this era had to use a stone mill or a rolling pin to crush sesame seeds, both of which were physically demanding tasks.

But she has an electric meat grinder, which can fill a bucket in just a few seconds. The more time-consuming part is actually the process of putting the meat in and pouring it out.

Thinking about this, she felt a significant change in her state of mind.

She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she felt much more at ease and open-minded.

After the filling is prepared, the dough is kneaded. The dough made from glutinous rice flour is very different from that made from wheat flour. It is not the kind that can be stretched into a long strip, but rather that can be broken easily.

Shen Xingmian found it a bit amazing.

Wheat flour is very sticky when raw, but becomes less sticky when cooked; while glutinous rice flour looks not sticky at all when raw, but becomes very sticky when cooked.

The two are exactly the opposite of each other.

Shen Xingmian couldn't distinguish between tangyuan and yuanxiao. She only knew that one type was made by kneading dough, rolling out the wrapper, and filling it with filling, while the other type was made by spraying water on the filling, putting it into a winnowing basket filled with glutinous rice flour, shaking it, spraying water again, and shaking it again until it was rolled into a satisfactory size.

Neither of these methods is difficult, but each has its own set of problems.

The first problem lies in kneading the dough. With such a large pile of dough, it's not easy to handle without a strong man.

The second type involves constantly shaking a very heavy winnowing basket, which will make your arms ache very quickly.

Shen Xingmian decided that he couldn't let his family suffer alone, since the food was originally intended for all the soldiers.

So she went to the kitchen, found a few master chefs, and randomly grabbed a few "strong men." With them there, it was much easier to knead dough or shake a winnowing basket.

Those who were captured were extremely happy; even if they weren't given food, they were eager to do something for the goddess.

It was a rare opportunity to be caught, which made everyone else extremely envious.

With these people joining in, the process was much faster, and before evening, all the round glutinous rice balls were wrapped.

If you take it outside, it will freeze solid in no time. When the fifteenth day of the first lunar month arrives, you can put it in a pot of boiling water and cook it until it's ready to eat!

Shen Xingmian was very satisfied with the results of today's busy work and specially rewarded each of them with a basket of fresh, crisp, and sweet apples.

They were flattered and hurriedly declined, but seeing that the goddess really wouldn't take it back, they accepted it with profuse thanks, saying that if there was any work to be done next time, they should just call them and not tire themselves out.

Shen Xingmian knew they meant well, so she smiled and nodded in agreement.

Those people wisely picked up their baskets and quickly left, afraid of disturbing this goddess.

No more polite formalities! Shen Xingmian breathed a sigh of relief. If these people were too enthusiastic and had too much to say, she would have to ask her mother to watch over her next time she needed help, and she would have to go back to her space to find some peace and quiet.

She is actually a bit socially anxious when facing unfamiliar people.

The days passed peacefully, and soon it was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Everyone got up early and went outside to set off firecrackers.

Once the fifteenth day of the first lunar month is over, the New Year celebrations are officially over, the leisurely days are coming to an end, and it's time to start making plans for the new year.

Although Shen Xingmian wasn't exactly having a leisurely time.

She was always either farming or blacksmithing; even the landlord's farmhands didn't work as hard as her.

Shen Xingmian looked up at the smoke from the firecracker explosion and secretly vowed that once the Northern Border was stabilized and had an impregnable fortress, she would definitely go out and have a great time.

I absolutely cannot stay a long-term laborer forever!

If it weren't for her extraordinary ability to restore energy through space, she would probably have dried herself into a dried-up human body by now, sob sob.

She's still a young girl in the prime of her life!

She stopped going out to meet people, and her attire became increasingly casual. If it weren't for the fact that people weren't allowed to wear their hair down here, she would have preferred not to comb it at all.

There's nothing else to it, it's just that there are too many things to do every day, and I'm too lazy to spend time on such trivial matters.

It was her aunt who couldn't bear to see her like that and felt sorry for her, so she would take time every morning to come over and help her comb her hair.