"I get angry just seeing you taking your time."
Song Xia said.
Song Laosi: "..."
He's afraid of cutting his hand! What's wrong with going slower? Don't you know that slow and steady wins the race?
But after seeing the bamboo bowl he had cut himself.
He didn't dare utter a single word.
The same saw, the same bamboo, yet he cut them into varying heights and shapes.
Song Xia didn't want to talk to Song Lao Si anymore, so she gave him a pair of cut bamboo bowls and whittled bamboo chopsticks as samples and asked him to make fifty sets of the same ones. Then she ignored him.
She went to the kitchen to check on him, but found he was still not fully awake and had gone back to his room to rest.
Before leaving.
Song Xia gave Song Qiu and the others a few instructions.
Song Qiu and the others remembered everything she said.
The dough is ready when it's ready to be served.
Song Qiu ran over and called to her, "Second Sister, are you asleep? The noodles are ready!"
"I'm coming!"
Song Xia tossed the snacks in her hand into her spatial storage.
We arrived at the kitchen.
When Song Xia saw that they had really woken up, she taught them how to knead dough.
Song Qiu, watching from the side, said, "Sister, this is similar to kneading black dough. You don't need to teach us; we know how."
"I'd completely forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it..."
Song Xia ignored them and just sat to the side watching.
Look, they've finished kneading it.
Song Xia checked the dough and said, "Now that it's kneaded, let's start rolling it out. Roll the dough into a circle with a rolling pin, coat both sides of the dough with dry flour, then wrap the rolling pin with the dough. Continue rolling the rolling pin repeatedly until the dough is rolled into a sheet. When it's almost done, start folding the sheet, folding it in both directions. Once it's done, cut it into evenly sized strips..."
In order to succeed on the first try.
Song Xia watched the whole thing.
Stir-fried minced meat sauce.
Song Xia cooked it herself, using seasonings she got from the Space Supermarket.
She did use store-bought meat, but she also added some meat from the space supermarket.
but.
To avoid arousing their suspicion, she didn't add too much, just about half a pound.
Smelling the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen, Song Laosi worked even harder.
lunch.
Song Xia and the others ate zha jiang mian (noodles with soybean paste) today. One jin of flour made about one jin and four liang of noodles.
There were six of them, and each person had more than two ounces.
Add minced meat sauce and green vegetables.
Song Chun, who has a small appetite, ate her fill.
Song Xia, Song Qiu, Song Dong, and Fang Xiu ate until they were about 70-80% full.
Old Song had a better appetite and felt very hungry, but there was nothing left, so he could only drink some noodle soup.
"Daughter, your zha jiang mian (noodles with soybean paste) is delicious! If you took it to town to sell, it would definitely sell well!"
You should learn too!
Song Xia looked at him and said.
"ah…"
Song Laosi felt utterly hopeless; why did he have to do everything?
"Don't you want to learn?"
Song Xia glanced at him sideways, and Song Lao Si answered incredibly quickly: "Yes!"
It's inevitable that he'll cause some trouble.
Before teaching him, Song Xia made Song Laosi write a guarantee that he would not sell the child or teach it to anyone else without her permission. Otherwise, they would sever ties with him.
Their family is where it is now because of Song Xia.
Even though Song Laosi was unwilling, he still signed it.
He may be lazy, but he learns things quite quickly.
About three days.
The noodles that Song Laosi made were about 70% similar to those that Song Xia made, and they were even more chewy and springy than those that Fang Xiu and the others made.
He was extremely pleased with himself, raising his chin and saying, "How was your daughter? Did I do a good job?"
He got too cocky!
Song Xia replied, "It's alright, but you're still a bit worse than me. Let's do it for a few more days."
"ah…"
Song Laosi thought Song Xia would let him set up a stall in town the next day.
Song Xia went up the mountain again in the next few days. This time she was lucky and hunted a sika deer, which she had Song Lao Si carry down the mountain when she got home.
This deer was a lost fawn, not heavy, only about thirty-five jin. Song Xia didn't sell it to a restaurant, but to a rich man in town, for one hundred and fifty wen per jin, so he got five liang for two hundred and fifty wen.
They gave Song Laosi ten coins as a moving fee.
"So little..."
Song Laosi muttered to himself as he walked.
Song Xia blocked his way and said, "You think it's too little? Don't forget you still owe me money. If it weren't for the fact that you're a grown man and can't be penniless, would I have given it to you?"
So she's actually quite nice?
Song Laosi pursed his lips but dared not say anything.
I'm home.
As soon as Song Xia entered the house, Tuoba Zhen's voice echoed in her mind: "Immortal, are you there?"
Why is he here?
Isn't it daytime now?
Song Xia found it strange, but still decided to go into the space to take a look.
She strode towards the outhouse.
Go to the outhouse.
Song Xia closed the door to the outhouse before entering the space, and this time she was wearing the Sun Wukong mask again.
Fortunately, you can't see inside from the outside.
otherwise.
Tuoba Zhen already knew what she looked like.
As soon as Song Xia put on the mask, the door to the Space Supermarket opened automatically.
Tuoba Zhen stared at the gate with admiration: "As expected of something from heaven, it's truly extraordinary..."
Haven't seen you for a few days.
Tuoba Zhen was noticeably thinner, and his face looked smaller.
Song Xia hadn't spoken yet.
Tuoba Zhen ran over, unable to contain his excitement: "Immortal, Immortal, do I look thinner? Your immortal fruit is truly excellent. Do you have any more? I'd like to buy some more."
"Yes, you wait."
Song Xia told Tuoba Zhen to wait for her where he was, and then she went and filled another basket for him.
This time, Tuoba Zhen brought her another jade pendant of superior quality.
Although Song Xia liked them, she was concerned that these ornaments wouldn't be suitable for pawning, so she looked at Tuoba Zhen and said, "Don't you have any money?"
"have!"
“I thought you liked jade pendants, so I took the jade pendant. Wait a minute.”
After speaking, Tuoba Zhen took out two hundred-tael silver notes from his clothes and handed them to Song Xia.
Song Xia took the note and saw that it came from Fengyi Money Shop. She had seen this money shop before in town and also in the capital, so it was no ordinary money shop.
"I'll accept it, but I prefer silver and gold. Bring these next time."
"oh."
Tuoba Zhen nodded.
Suddenly I realized I'd never eaten this tomato before.
Song Xia asked, "Do you think this fairy fruit is delicious?"
Upon hearing this...
Tuoba Zhen replied with a smile, "It's delicious. This fairy fruit is not only sweet and juicy, but it's also quite filling."
Is it that good?
Okay then.
She didn't really screw him over.
When Song Xia saw Tuoba Zhen looking at the place where beef jerky was stored, she went over and got him a large bag, and then got him some apples, bananas, and yams.
Tuoba Zhen looked them over and said, "Immortal, your apples and bananas aren't even as big as the ones in our palace. What is this grayish thing? Can you eat it?"
"What I have here, is it anything you can compare to? If you don't want it, give it back!"
Song Xia was about to take it back when she said that.
Tuoba Zhen grabbed her tightly, saying, "I want it, I want it."
He was told how to eat yams.
Song Xia then sent him away.
Exit the outhouse.
Song Xia caught a glimpse of Song Lao Si casually tossing a pair of shoes, so dirty they were unrecognizable, to Fang Xiu for her to wash.
She even picked it up to wash it.
Song Xia strode over: "Mother, give it to him, let him wash it himself."
"Xia'er..."
Fang Xiu wanted to say that these were the tasks she was supposed to do.
She hadn't said it yet.
Old Song shouted, "You little brat, you're meddling way too much! Your mother is my wife, it's only natural for her to wash my shoes! Do you think I, a grown man, would do these chores? If other people knew this, they'd laugh me to death!"
"Are you going to wash or not!"
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