Yu Rujia: "There are some mustard greens, Duofu, go and pick a couple back."
Duofu responded and picked up his wood-chopping knife to go to the backyard, his back view showing that he was almost impatient.
After everyone disappeared, Yu Rujia said, "Shujing, we're moving to the capital in a year or two. The weather there is similar to Jiangcheng, and there's hardly any vegetarian food in the winter. What will we do then?"
Gao Shujing was having a headache. He could research even the most advanced technologies, but controlling the weather was something he simply couldn't do.
Suddenly remembering the temperature control array at home, Gao Shujing said, "You can't grow vegetables in the capital in winter because it's cold. How about we build a shed and you set up a temperature control array inside?"
Yu Rujia: "The winter in Beijing is about ten degrees Celsius different from here. I can set up a constant temperature array, but if the difference from the outside is too great, it will easily arouse suspicion."
Gao Shujing: "The temperature difference is about six degrees here. Everyone at home knows you have some skills, but people outside don't let you go there."
“Even if we don’t notice, if someone goes there once or twice, the temperature difference between the inside and outside is hard to detect.”
The temperature difference in their constant temperature array is six degrees Celsius. People often come and go from his house, but apart from Gao Shujing, who is extremely meticulous, no one else has noticed the difference.
Yu Rujia couldn't stand eating meat, cabbage, and potatoes every day. Once she arrived in the capital, she knew she needed to have some green vegetables.
According to Gao Shujing, if a greenhouse is built and a temperature difference of six degrees is set, many vegetables can survive in such an environment.
Yu Rujia: "That's fine then. We still need to vary the vegetarian dishes. You'll have to put in a lot of effort then."
Not only did Yu Rujia think this way, but the other children in the family also shared the same idea.
Everyone was busy picking up green vegetables while eating. Duolu, who loves meat, was the fastest with his chopsticks, always taking a mouthful of green vegetables with him every time he left the bowl.
The most popular dish is goose intestines, which disappears at a visible rate.
While nestled in her father's arms and eating, Duoyi noticed that her favorite dish was about to run out, so she quickly pulled her father's finger and pointed at the bowl, urging him, "Dad, I want some!"
Gao Shujing understood and put the last bit of goose intestines into his small bowl: "There's plenty, we Duoyi will have plenty to eat."
When Duoshou saw that the tender goose intestines were gone, a flash of disappointment crossed his eyes. However, when he saw his 'little sister' happily eating the goose intestines, he cheered up again and moved on to other vegetarian dishes.
After finishing the meal, all the green vegetables in the bowl were gone, but there was still a lot of meat left.
In the past, leftovers always included both meat and vegetables, but today the Yu family set a precedent by having only leftover meat.
Doro touched his bulging belly and exclaimed, "I'm finally alive! It's so wonderful to have vegetables to eat."
I used to think that vegetables weren't as tasty as meat, but now that there are no vegetables to eat, I feel like I can't go on.
Dorje complained, "Second brother, you ate too much just now. I barely had a few bites of goose intestines before it was all gone. I think you ate the most."
Dorjee couldn't bear to call the person who took away the last bit of goose intestines and vegetables "sister," so he could only direct his anger at Dorjee, who had eaten the most.
Duoxi patted his belly and replied on behalf of his favorite second brother: "There's nothing we can do. We haven't eaten these dishes for more than half a month. If we hadn't run out, I could still eat them."
Duo Shou pointed to his protruding belly: "You're still eating even when you're this full. Aren't you afraid of ruining your stomach? Get up and walk around to digest."
Duole lay on top of Duoxi, raising his head slightly: "Third brother, fourth brother, let's wait a bit, I can't stand up."
Yu Rujia glanced at the pile of children, then reluctantly got up and went to the infirmary to get some digestive medicine, giving each of them one pill.
Yu Rujia: "You are not allowed to eat so indiscriminately in the future. Once you are full, you cannot eat anymore. If you eat like this again next time, you will be punished."
Whether Duoyi understood or not, she sat in her special chair clapping her little hands and cheering, "Punish! Punish! Punish!"
Duolu scratched his little hand and said irritably, "You little devil, all the pampering I've given you has been for nothing. I'll punish you."
Duo Yi thought his second brother was playing a trick on him, and giggled as he tried to pull his hand back: "It tickles, second brother, it tickles."
Duolu pretended to be fierce and said, "It's itchy, that's right. Let's see if you dare to say you want to punish your second brother next time."
Back in Shangfen Brigade, the family returned to their comfortable life.
Duole watched as his older brother, who was more than two years older than him, deftly wielded the spatula to stir the food in the pot. A fragrant aroma wafted out, and Duole couldn't help but drool.
Duole: "Fifth Brother, your cooking skills are getting better and better. Can you teach me how to cook?"
Dorje casually remarked, "You don't need to be taught how to cook. You can learn just by watching. You've been tending the fire for so long, haven't you memorized any recipes yet?"
The children in the Yu family started doing things they could do when they were two or three years old; by the age of four, they were cutting vegetables and tending the fire.
Starting elementary school means joining the daily routine of taking turns cooking together.
Eight-year-old Dorje can already cook very smoothly. If there are leftovers from the morning, he only needs to add three more dishes in the afternoon.
Dorjee discussed it with his partner Dorjee, and Dorjee would now cook, while Dorjee would be responsible for cleaning up after the meal.
Duofu thought it didn't matter much, so he went to the bicycle shed.
Five-year-old Duole will be starting school next semester and will soon be joining the shift work, so he often comes in to help with the fire and learn to cook.
Duole recalled the order in which her brothers usually cooked the dishes and found that she had memorized quite a bit.
Duole said confidently, "I've memorized a lot, but I've never tried it. Fifth Brother, how about you let me cook a dish today?"
Dorjee glanced at the remaining dishes and saw that there was only a small stir-fried pork dish left. It was easy to stir-fry and eat, and he didn't have to worry about it being inedible if the fish, duck, chicken, rabbit, or frog weren't properly cleaned. So he agreed.
Dorjee: "You can make the stir-fried pork, okay?"
Duole jumped up happily and said confidently, "Okay, this is the dish. Today I'll let you taste my cooking."
Dorje quickly scooped the cooked food from the pot into a bowl and then washed the pot clean with water.
Dorjee: "It's up to you now. I'll take these dishes over and come back to watch you cook."
Duole: "Go ahead, I'm fine."
Duo Le happily took the spatula, and watching her older brother carry the dishes out, she couldn't wait to follow the order in which her brothers usually cooked, picking up the oil bottle to pour oil into the pot and add the ingredients.
At first, he was quite adept at it, but before long, as the fire grew too strong, he started to panic. He poured in salt and sugar without distinguishing between them, and also mixed in white wine and white vinegar haphazardly.
Most of the jars they use for storing seasonings are bought from the same brand; they just have words written on the outside of the jars.
As for baijiu (Chinese liquor) and baijiu vinegar, the bottles are basically the same.
It's normal to grab the wrong thing in a hurry.
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