"Is everything okay?" Aunt Cuihua asked Song Jinxiu.

"Well, new flesh has grown out. Just be careful next time." Song Jinxiu stretched out her left hand to show Aunt Cuihua.

My right hand is not working, it will take some time.

"Then why are you in such a hurry? Just continue eating at my house." Aunt Cuihua scolded.

After spending a few days with him, I found that although this child is a little spoiled, he is quite likable in his silly way.

She is simple-minded, polite and cute. How can anyone not like her?

"No, Auntie, I'm sorry to have troubled you for so long.

Anyway, I have An An to help me, so let's just start the fire ourselves." Song Jinxiu said embarrassedly.

"With your kitten-like appetite, how much can you eat? It's just a handful of rice." Aunt Cuihua said.

"Hehe. I'm easy to feed, but An An is not. He's a big eater. A handful of rice is not enough for him. Hahaha!"

Song Jinxiu gently poked the little man beside her and smiled. "You and your uncle didn't accept our rations, so we felt embarrassed to ask for more food for a few days."

Liu Ankang rolled his eyes at her. It was obvious that she was not used to the food, but she was putting the blame on him.

Although Song Jinxiu didn't say anything these days, she ate cookies and pastries much more frequently than before.

"It's better for boys to eat more. If they eat more, they will grow strong and not get sick easily." Aunt Cuihua said.

"That's right. Eating more will keep you healthy. Then, auntie, we will go back first and won't come over tomorrow!" Song Jinxiu waved her hand and prepared to take Liu Ankang home.

I'm finally able to fire my own fire, so happy.

"Then you try it tomorrow. If it doesn't work, come over. You will just have to wash two more bowls. It's not hard." Aunt Cuihua instructed.

"Okay. Got it!" Song Jinxiu agreed happily, and the two of them skipped back home in the sunshine.

"What a pair of little kids!" Aunt Cuihua laughed as she looked at the two people chasing each other!

In fact, although we don’t eat well on a normal day, we can still eat white rice every meal during festivals.

It’s just that I’m used to being frugal, and I don’t think I need to eat so well on a daily basis.

The big gourd is a rather special existence.

Why were people so hungry in the past? War, high rents from landlords, and the weather.

The land of Dahulu Village has always belonged to them, and all the grain produced, except for the taxes, belongs to them.

So after the war, as long as God gives them food, they will basically not go hungry.

Even if the years are bad, aren't there still a few mountains?

The winter sun is warm, but the evening sun feels almost cold.

The Chinese New Year is only one month away.

Hands, hands, you have to get better soon, otherwise you won’t be able to eat delicious food this New Year.

"Hurry, go wash the rice."

"Cut the meat into smaller pieces."

"Cut the potatoes smaller so they cook more easily."

"Okay, just wash the pot and you can light the fire."

In the middle of the day, Song Jinxiu was ordering Liu Ankang around.

There's no other way. My hand hasn't fully healed yet, so I have to take good care of it while I can.

Anyway, it’s just steaming some rice and stewing some meat. Liu Ankang can do it if he is careful.

Boys need to learn how to cook before they can find a wife.

At noon, I have some white rice, potatoes and meat stewed in one pot. All the seasonings are available, so it’s not too bad.

Looking at the woman sitting on the stool and giving orders, Liu Ankang worked silently.

Forget it, forget it, I won’t argue with the patient.

When I had time, I helped pour her half a cup of warm water so that she wouldn't get thirsty from talking too much.

"I'm thirsty, thank you, An An." Song Jinxiu took the cup of water and drank it in one gulp, then handed the cup to An An.

You hurt your hand, not your foot, right? Although he complained in his heart, his hands did not stop. He resignedly took the cup and put it away.

Then start making a fire and cooking.

There is another way to cook rice here, which is to boil it directly in water. After the water dries up, the rice is cooked. At this time, the firewood should be removed, and the residual heat can bake the rice at the bottom of the pot into rice crust.

This really tests your ability to control the heat. If the fire is a little too big, the rice will burn.

Too much water will make porridge, too little water will make it hard to cook.

Normally, Song Jinxiu doesn't cook like this because she doesn't have the ability to control fire.

But this little guy Liu Ankang actually did it.

Song Jinxiu muttered beside her, saying that it would be inconvenient to scoop up the rice later because An An was too small and she didn't have the strength to do it.

She was just worried, but who knew that little An An would solve her troubles for her.

"You are so smart!" Song Jinxiu praised without hesitation.

Liu Ankang's face turned red, and he didn't know if it was because of the firelight or because he was embarrassed.

At noon, Song Jinxiu finally ate the rice she had been longing for.

She scooped a large spoonful of the stewed meat and potatoes into the bowl and ate it in big mouthfuls with the spoon.

"It smells so good. Is this really your first time cooking?" Song Jinxiu asked after swallowing a mouthful of rice.

Liu Ankang nodded.

"Then you are really talented. Practice more in the future, then I can enjoy the benefits." Song Jinxiu said.

Whether I can say goodbye to the kitchen depends on whether Liu Ankang can help me.

Liu Ankang looked at Song Jinxiu and said, "I'm still a child."

Song Jinxiu was eating heartily and didn't look at him.

Forget it, let’s eat first, I am craving meat too. I took a bite of the rice crust in my hand, it was so delicious.

If I can cook such delicious food, it doesn’t seem impossible!

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