Chapter 127: Is this feeding pigs?
As Ye Rufeng was about to leave, he noticed that Lu Ye was using fire tongs to change the coal in the honeycomb briquette stove.
He used the tongs with even force, carefully removing the burnt-out coal briquettes without damaging them. Then he put in new coal briquettes, opened the honeycomb briquette lid, and found that the medicine pot already contained herbs. He then poured in three bowls of water.
Ye Rufeng couldn't help but feel a hint of admiration for her skillful demeanor.
I heard he's a soldier.
No wonder she has such strong life skills.
"Grandpa, we're out of salt. Could you buy a bag when you get back?" Bai Zhi had just checked the kitchen and found the salt jar empty.
Upon hearing this, Ye Rufeng glanced at her with a serious expression but did not reply.
"I'll go buy it," Lu Ye quickly offered to help.
They are elders and renowned doctors; how could we send them away to buy salt?
Of course, he also planned to take this opportunity to connect with the elderly.
Ye Rufeng walked out with his hands behind his back, and Lu Ye followed him.
After Ye Rufeng left, Bai Zhi began to prepare the meal.
A cast iron pot sat on the earthen stove in the kitchen, and many green vegetables were laid out on the cutting board. Bai Zhi guessed that they were probably donated by villagers from nearby.
My grandfather would treat the villagers for free, and they would always bring him lots of gifts.
Bai Zhi first washed the pot, intending to knead the dough and make stir-fried noodles.
Xie Zheng strolled in. His expression twitched slightly when he saw the shabby kitchen.
The work of a miracle doctor is far too arduous.
Why would this old man do that?
He asked Bai Zhi,
"Do you need my help?"
After washing the pot, Bai Zhi looked at him and asked, "What can you make?"
"I'll do whatever you tell me to do." To be honest, he didn't know what he could do in a place like this.
"Do you know how to start a fire?"
Xie Zheng touched his nose and said, "I think so?"
Starting a fire seems quite simple. When they went on picnics, their friends often started fires, and he even added firewood to them.
"Alright, then you start the fire, and I'll knead the dough."
After giving her instructions, Bai Zhi took a basin and a bowl and went to the flour cabinet to scoop out flour.
Then, very quickly, she went to the thermos, poured in hot water, and began kneading the dough.
Xie Zheng kept striking the match, finally managing to light one, but it went out as soon as he put it into the stove fire.
Then came another series of scratching sounds.
The straw in the stove was lit, and just as pine branches were stuffed in, the straw burned out.
Then he hurriedly stuffed wheat straw into it.
The kitchen was filled with smoke, and Bai Zhi coughed from the fumes.
When Lu Ye and Ye Rufeng returned, they saw thick smoke billowing out of the kitchen door.
Upon seeing this, Lu Ye was greatly alarmed. "I'll go back and check first."
He ran quickly back to the fenced yard.
As soon as I entered, I heard Bai Zhi scolding me.
"You know how to start a fire, don't you? Look how much stuff is crammed into that stove fire?"
"You've used up an entire box of matches. Don't you think they cost money?"
The problem is that the firewood was stuffed into the stove fire, blocking the chimney opening, and all the thick smoke came out of the stove fire opening.
Xie Zheng's face was covered in soot, making him look terrible. His once neat and clean shirt was also stained with black ash.
Standing there, being scolded by Bai Zhi, he felt guilty and remained motionless, not uttering a word in rebuttal.
"Alright, you can go now."
Bai Zhi sighed wearily and decided to do it herself.
Just as I was about to squat down, a familiar voice came from the doorway, "I'll do it."
Hearing the man's deep, powerful voice, Bai Zhi felt a strange sense of reassurance. She looked up and asked, "You're back?"
She asked hurriedly, "Did my grandfather receive the letter?"
Lu Ye glanced towards the door. "Looks like I got it."
"I'll start the fire."
Lu Ye went into the kitchen.
Xie Zheng was about to leave, but upon hearing that Lu Ye was going to start a fire, he stubbornly followed.
I'm planning to watch the excitement.
He wouldn't, so how could that bastard Lu Ye possibly have children?
The firewood looked damp, as if it had just been picked from the tree; how could it possibly catch fire?
Lu Ye took out a box of matches from his pocket, then took out all the firewood that Xie Zheng had stuffed into the stove, put in some wheat straw, then covered it with pine branches, and lit the wheat straw. Soon the fire was lit. He used a fire poker to elevate the firewood in the stove to ensure air circulation.
"Xiaobai, should I pour water into the pot?"
Seeing how quickly he started the fire, the pot already red-hot, Bai Zhi gave him a thumbs up. "Pour in the water."
Lu Ye stood up, forcefully pushed aside the man blocking his way, and used a ladle to scoop water.
Bai Zhi chopped various vegetables, rolled the kneaded dough into thick slices, cut them into strips, and planned to pinch off pieces of dough.
Seeing Ye Rufeng return, she ran out of the kitchen, "Grandpa, did you find the letter?"
"Found it." Ye Rufeng said in a somber tone, "It's buried at the village chief's house."
"Why didn't I give it to you?" Bai Zhi looked at Ye Rufeng in confusion.
Since the letter had reached the village, how come it didn't reach my grandfather?
"There's a mistake."
Ye Rufeng didn't say that he came to this place using an alias.
The recipient on the letter was Ye Rufeng, but he was actually called Zhang San here.
"You cook, and call me later."
After Ye Rufeng finished speaking, he took the letter and went into the inner room.
The water in the pot had boiled, and Bai Zhi began to pinch off pieces of dough.
While Lu Ye was tending the fire, Xie Zheng, who had nothing better to do, wandered in again.
He saw Bai Zhi with a noodle draped over her arm, pinching pieces of noodle into the pot, and he was eager to try. "I can do this too."
"You don't need to do it, I can do it."
She realized that this kid was a true spoiled brat, a good-for-nothing.
Of course, they can sing.
This brilliance will eventually overshadow all his shortcomings.
Lu Ye washed his hands and helped her pinch off pieces of dough.
"Have you done this before?" She was surprised by his speed.
Lu Ye quickly and evenly pinched the dough pieces, "No, I've seen it before."
"sharp."
With Lu Ye's help, Bai Zhi managed to quickly finish a pot of stir-fried noodles.
Ye Rufeng only had two bowls, and not enough plates.
Bai Zhi directly scooped Lu Ye's angelica into a small basin.
"Bai Zhi, are you feeding pigs?"
Lu Ye was very receptive to the small aluminum bowl, and said with a touch of arrogance, "My partner wants me to eat more."
Xie Zheng, "Shameless."
"You guys bring the food, I'll go call my grandpa."
Bai Zhi went to the door of the west room and knocked on it.
"Grandpa, the rice is ready."
No one answered, so she continued calling, "Grandpa?"
She called out several times, but Ye Rufeng didn't answer. However, Bai Zhi could hear some rustling sounds coming from inside the house.
"Grandpa, have you finished reading? Dinner's ready."
Bai Zhi pushed the door open and entered, only to see Ye Rufeng holding a one-inch black and white photo of her mother in her hands, trying her best to control her voice, choking with sobs.
"Grandpa."
Ye Rufeng slowly raised his eyes, looked at the girl who walked in, and then his gaze shifted to the photo in his hand.
"My daughter, my daughter."
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