Chapter 43 The Young Lady from Beijing (2/2)



Song Yun felt like she was being watched by two venomous snakes, but she didn't care. She couldn't just keep silent just to keep a low profile; she wasn't the type of person who would do that.

Qi Mo'nan was standing across the street and witnessed the whole process of Song Yun and the female comrade quarreling and cursing each other. Seeing such a fierce Song Yun, he remembered the ruthless and decisive Song Yun when she attacked those bastards in Xiangyangpo, the soft-spoken Song Yun when she spoke to Ziyi, and the Song Yun with superb medical skills when she treated his grandfather's injuries in the cowshed. He couldn't help but wonder which Song Yun was the real Song Yun.

Curling the corners of his lips, Qi Mo'nan strode out of the town and went to Qinghe Village first.

After leaving the village, Uncle Zhang did not go directly to the brigade headquarters to return the car as usual. After letting the two female educated youth get off the car, he took Song Yun and her brother to the deserted courtyard.

Qi Monan was waiting at the door. When he saw the ox cart coming, he hurried forward to move things.

After moving everything, Song Yun sincerely thanked Uncle Zhang. After paying the truck fare, she quietly stuffed a bag of Daqianmen into Uncle Zhang's cloth bag containing dry food.

After Uncle Zhang left, Song Yun went to check the progress of the kang construction. Two rooms had already been completed, and they were now working on the remaining two rooms. At their speed, it would be completed tomorrow morning.

If that's the case, I'll have to treat everyone tomorrow.

But apart from the staple food, there are no meat dishes at home.

If you buy it, firstly, you can't buy so much, and secondly, it's too expensive and not cost-effective.

Song Yun decided to go into the mountains in the afternoon and try to get some meat for tomorrow. She could just exchange vegetables with the villagers. Every family had vegetables planted in their own plots, so exchanging vegetables with a few families would be enough.

When he went to the backyard, Qi Mo Nan was already tinkering with the stove in the kitchen. The size was right, and after putting it in, he had to seal the edges. Qi Mo Nan had never done this before, but he was smart and knew how to do it at a glance.

Song Yun didn't disturb him. She walked out of the kitchen and found that the two large vats of water in the yard were full.

Although we no longer need to go to the village entrance to fetch water, it still takes a lot of effort to fill two large vats with water from the well, not to mention that the bucket for fetching water is small.

Not only was the water tank full, she discovered that the bamboo in the corner had also been chopped down and stacked neatly together.

It seems that this guy has not stopped since he came here and has been working all the time. Not bad, not bad. Song Yun expressed her satisfaction.

This free helper, Xiaoxiao, is a man with a sharp eye.

After the chefs who were making the kang came home for lunch, Song Yun started cooking. She braised one pheasant and stewed the other, cut the wild rabbit into cubes, and used the seasonings she bought the day before to make spicy diced rabbit. She had been craving it for a long time, and her saliva kept watering at the aroma.

The staple food is simply some fried flatbreads, which are then wrapped with diced rabbit or chicken. It is so delicious.

I also made a cold dish of two potatoes that Aunt Wang sent me. I cut them into thin strips, blanched them, added some seasonings, and ate them.

The ingredients nowadays are more abundant and more flavorful than those she ate in later life.

Song Yun cooked on two stoves at the same time, which shortened the cooking time a lot. When Qi Mo Nan finished cleaning the stove in the kitchen, he just caught up with the mixing of shredded potatoes.

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