Chapter 459 Food Storage
The next day, when Bi Qiaoan woke up, she found herself lying in the bedroom, still wearing the maternity dress she had worn when going out last night.
She frowned, but couldn't remember how she fell asleep like that.
I reached out and touched the bed beside me, but found that there was no residual human body temperature at all.
There was almost no movement in the living room and kitchen, which showed that Mr. Shen in her family had already gotten up.
Bi Qiaoan lay on the bed, reached out to take out her cell phone from the bedside table, pressed the power button, and found that it was only seven forty-five. She sighed and put the phone back.
It was only last night that Bi Qiaoan learned that there would be early training this Saturday and Sunday morning. It was this news that forced them to give up the idea of moving back to Qingyu Community.
Of course, this morning training is the same as usual, and participation is not mandatory. It's just that Shen Yanming is used to following Li Gangtie's footsteps every day to strengthen his muscles.
Half an hour later, Shen Yanming came back from outside, sweating profusely. As soon as he came back, he rushed into the bedroom to see if his wife had woken up.
As a result, he found that Bi Qiaoan just stared at him with her big rolling eyes and didn't say anything.
He was startled, and hurried forward, not caring about the dirt on his body, helping her up, and asked, "Wife, what's wrong with you? Do you have a stomachache?"
Bi Qiaoan was originally observing the sweat and mud stains on his body, but he didn't expect to be misunderstood.
She smiled and shook her head, "I'm fine, I just feel uncomfortable and want to take a shower."
"Oh, oh!" Shen Yanming breathed a sigh of relief when he found out it wasn't a stomachache.
Then he realized that his big hands covered with black mud had left two big handprints on Bi Qiaoan's beige maternity dress.
He let go of her hand embarrassedly, and then asked: "Wife, do you want to wash outside or inside?"
"Go inside. There's a bathtub."
Shen Yanming nodded, turned back to the living room, made sure the door was closed and the curtains were drawn, then helped Bi Qiaoan into the space.
They both took off their dirty clothes, then one sat in the bathtub while the other stood under the shower.
After Shen Yanming washed himself at a very fast speed, he helped Bi Qiaoan wash off the sweat stains on his body, and then washed his face and brushed his teeth.
Finally, he let her lean her head against the wall of the bathtub, washed her hair with the shower head, then wiped off the water droplets with a towel, wrapped her up tightly, and sent her back to the bedroom.
Bi Qiaoan lay on the soft big bed, feeling very satisfied. The pleasant temperature in the room made her want to take a nap.
Seeing that she had closed her eyes, Shen Yanming went back to the bathroom to do the final cleanup.
Scrub the bathtub and the floor clean, then put their dirty clothes into the washing machine for washing.
Because the washing machine is fully automatic, he doesn't have to stay by the side all the time. After selecting the function and setting the time, Comrade Lao Shen went back to the bedroom to find his beloved wife.
But he didn't expect that Bi Qiaoan actually fell asleep again.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, wondering why his wife slept so much and whether she would suffer from insomnia at night.
But since she was asleep, he couldn't bear to wake her up.
Thinking of the soiled sheets and quilt covers in the dormitory outside, he rode a small electric scooter from the gate of the villa and headed towards the storage area.
Not long after, Shen Yanming appeared in the dormitory.
He took off the sheets and quilt covers in the bedroom and then replaced them with clean ones.
As for the dirty ones, put them in the washing machine and rinse them regularly, just like the clothes in the space.
This time, Shen Yanming was in no hurry to go back.
He fried so many spring rolls and glutinous rice balls last night that it was already past midnight when he was done. He didn't even have time to clean up. He put his things into his space, washed up briefly, and went back to his bedroom to sleep.
So, the kitchen is still a mess now.
The oil pan with only a layer of oil left on the bottom, the stove with oil spots splattered everywhere, and a dozen or so packaging bags piled up together, all were waiting for Shen Yanming's "visit".
He put the packaging bags into the space, poured the orange-red pot bottom with only the crumbs left into the garbage bag, and threw it into the trash can downstairs.
Then he used a rag to wipe the stove clean, and finally mopped the floor.
After I finished cleaning up, the washing machine on the small balcony had automatically turned off the power.
Shen Yanming took the dried sheets and quilt covers to the balcony, hung them on the clothesline to make them flat, then closed the curtains and returned to his space.
Because the washing machine in the space is scheduled to start earlier, the power has been cut off long ago while waiting for the owner to take out the washed clothes.
Shen Yanming didn't hesitate and put them on the balcony, then went back to the kitchen to prepare various delicacies.
There was no other way. This week, almost all the food was ready-made in the food space, and the two of them ate up an entire shelf of stock.
Although there is still a lot of cooked food left, it is impossible to change their habit of eating ready-made food in a short period of time, so they can't just sit back and wait until all the cooked food is eaten before worrying.
It’s better to supplement while eating and try to maintain a balance.
In other words, it would be better if the storage speed could exceed the consumption speed.
This time, Shen Yanming did not cook any time-consuming stews or anything like that. He first fermented some flour and prepared to make steamed buns and dumplings later. Then he took a bunch of vegetables and prepared to stir-fry various seasonal vegetables.
Of course, pork and beef are also mixed in, but because they are stir-fried, it is obviously much faster than stewing meat or bones.
Soon, Bi Qiaoan was awakened by the fragrance.
She stood up, feeling a little dizzy, and walked to the kitchen door with the help of the wall, only to find that her husband, Mr. Shen, was replenishing various cooked foods.
However, that scene left her a little stunned.
How should I put it? Can you imagine a whole workbench filled with a row of chopping boards, with all kinds of washed vegetables and meat crowded on them?
Also, can you imagine that the same dish is fried over and over again in the wok, and once it is cooked, it is poured into the big pot on the ground, and then the next dish is fried without washing the pot? Moreover, there are two pots at the same time.
Shen Yanming felt a burning gaze staring at him from behind. He smiled and said, "Why are you up? Are you hungry?"
Bi Qiaoan shook his head, then realized that he couldn't see it at all, so he said, "I'm not hungry, I was just awakened by the smell, so I got up to take a look. You're very busy, I feel like even if I gave you two more hands, it might not be enough."
It was originally a joke, but who would have thought that Shen Yanming actually nodded and said affirmatively: "I also think it's not enough. If I am too busy, I will have to add at least four more."
Then he pointed with his chin at the oven and rice cooker not far away and said, "Look, there are so many things lying around, if I wasn't so busy, these appliances wouldn't be sitting around. It's just a waste of time and reduces efficiency."
Bi Qiaoan couldn't help but laugh when he heard his disgusted words and his unstoppable movements, "How about I help you?"
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