Chapter 62 Pineapple Bun Plowing the Frozen Soil
Before they came, Gong Zhili kneaded the dough and placed it on a table in the kitchen where the temperature was slightly higher, and put the puff pastry in the refrigerator.
This is the critical moment to check whether the dough and puff pastry are successful. She first opened the cotton cloth on the dough. The dough has doubled in size and the puff pastry looks good too.
She began to knead the dough, divided it into small pieces and rolled them into balls. She took out the puff pastry and divided it into small pieces. She rolled it into thin sheets with plastic wrap, gently covered the dough, and wrapped it tightly like a glutinous rice ball.
After finishing the first one, she took out a knife and gently pressed the small ball with her left hand, preparing to draw the pattern of the pineapple bun.
"How's the pineapple bun?" A voice suddenly came from behind.
Gong Zhili shook his wrist, and the tip of the knife slashed straight towards his left hand——
Gojo Satoru's hand reached out from behind her shoulder like lightning and grabbed her knife-holding hand. The tip of the knife stopped dangerously at the edge of her skin. Gojo Satoru slowly held her hand and moved it away.
His palm was warm and large enough to easily wrap around her entire wrist, but... it was too tight. Gong Zhili could feel her pulse beating beneath his palm.
"Why did I scare you?" Gojo Satoru wondered. He made sure Gong Zhili wouldn't get cut by the knife again before withdrawing his hand. "You're such a coward."
Gong Zhili ignored the circle of body temperature on his wrist that didn't belong to him and said unhappily, "Who told you to show up so suddenly? Anyone would be startled."
Gojo Satoru didn't continue the topic. His mind was drawn to the dough on the chopping board. "Is it going into the oven soon?"
Gong Zhili: "Yes, just make the pineapple bun pattern and you can bake it."
Gojo Satoru simply pulled the knife out of her hand and said, "Leave this matter to me."
Gong Zhili continued to knead the dough while standing aside. He said, "Just make the diamond pattern. Try to reproduce it as closely as possible."
Gojo Satoru was very skilled in using a knife. He did not improvise but followed the instructions and made patterns on all the dough made by Miya Chiri.
After the dough went into the oven, Gong Zhili breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Whether we'll have dinner tonight depends on how this batch of bread bakes."
Gojo Satoru: "Just a question, have you ever baked pineapple buns before?"
Gong Zhili looked back calmly: "No, but I have baked other kinds of bread."
Gojo Satoru reluctantly believed in her level, after all, he had experience with her before.
Gong Zhili immediately instructed him: "Go and call everyone down. If anyone needs to wash up first, please go take a shower. Dinner will be bread."
Gojo Satoru tried to make a request: "I want to drink miso soup."
The mushroom miso soup here tastes different from other ones, and the various mushrooms are very delicious.
Miya Chi-li thought miso soup was a piece of cake, so she agreed without hesitation.
When the aroma of bread filled the entire living room, everyone held their miso soup and ate bread in small bites.
Nakano: "It's like eating bread with a French soup." Although the reality is that it's miso soup with pineapple buns, which is a bit strange, but they are both delicious so it doesn't matter.
After finishing her evening miso soup, Ieiri Naoko calmly said to Miya Chiri, "I want porridge with cherry radish and meat pie tomorrow morning."
Huiyuan Xiong held the bowl, his eyes lighting up with anticipation: he is not picky about food, he thinks the ones ordered by the senior are delicious!
Gong Zhili always prepared a big meal for them before they did heavy labor: he always felt that they were too pitiful if they had to do heavy labor without eating well.
Because both Hisahito and Megumi wanted to sleep in a tent, Gojo and Haibara took another tent. Megumi slept with Nanami, and Hisahito slept with Goyu for the whole night.
The next day, Gong Zhili prepared simple white porridge, but also prepared a lot of side dishes, including shredded pickled mustard greens bought from the village, and three or four kinds of pickled vegetables she made herself, including cherry radish, pickled leeks, and kimchi. She also stir-fried shredded potatoes, made a cold dish of shredded dried chicken, fried meat pies, and made sweet potato pancakes, filling the table.
Everyone was surprised.
Geto Xia Yu: "Can breakfast be so rich..." He thought of the steamed buns and pan-fried buns he had eaten before. Those foods didn't even appear on the table today. It seems that Zhili's breakfast reserves are far more than that.
Gong Zhili: "There are also dumplings. If anyone of you wants some, we can cook them now."
The children at home can cook the dumplings themselves. They don’t need to control the heat. They just need to add some cold water and use a scoop to scoop up the dumplings.
After washing up, Nanami Kento sat at the table, thanked Gomiya Chiri sincerely, and picked up his chopsticks to taste his breakfast.
When the others saw this table full of delicious food, their stomachs started growling. They no longer had the mind to think about dumplings or anything else, they just wanted to stuff everything they saw into their stomachs.
As she ate her meal, Lizi was overcome with sorrow and said, "How terrible must today's labor have been, that we should eat such good food so early in the morning?"
Nanami Kento thought about the experience of ramming the basement last time and said calmly, "Talk less and save some energy."
He no longer talked about saving energy. Since he couldn't save any, he could only try to keep some spirit to support himself and not collapse before lunch.
Tenriko: She really smelled something bad!
She stood there with the rake, still a little confused: "What are we going to do...we said we were going to plow the soil?"
Gong Zhili stood at the edge of the field. "There was frost last night, and the ground is now semi-frozen... It's going to be hard to turn the soil. We need to keep working hard!"
She had to prepare lunch and dinner, so she left in a hurry.
Gojo Satoru sighed, "I knew her food wasn't that good."
Ieiri Naoko: "Do you want me to save some energy to treat you?"
Geto Xiayou refused: "You won't get hurt in the village, Nozomi, you have to use all your strength to get something."
Ieiri Naoko did a few stretching exercises and said, "Got it."
The children now had nothing better to do, so they were fully armed and ready to go to the fields to pick up grass roots and stones.
Labor officially begins.
Gojo Satoru gripped the handle of the hoe, exerted force with his waist and back, and hammered the tip into the frozen soil. With a dull sound, he only managed to pry open a palm-sized piece of black mud.
He worked hard at chiseling for a while, and the fine white hair on his forehead was stuck to the corners of his forehead by sweat.
"Do we really have to dig through the frozen ground this morning?" Gojo Satoru gasped, a wisp of white mist dispersing in the cold morning air. "This is too taxing on the back."
A few steps away, Geto Suguru remained silent, repeating the same movements. His movements were steadier, each landing precise, his arm muscles tense beneath his high school uniform. The cracks in the earth beneath his hoe deepened, but the price was a quicker drop of sweat on his forehead. He exhaled softly, "Chiri's suppression of the sorcerer has become even stronger."
Before, he could rely on the strength of his body to handle farm work, but now he feels squeezed just by using his own strength to work.
"Save your energy complaining, Gojo," Ieiri Shoko straightened up and pounded her lower back. A light layer of sweat covered her face, and the tip of her nose was slightly red from the cold. Her job was to break up the overturned dirt with a small hoe, then pick out the stubborn grass roots and rocks and throw them into the wicker basket nearby. This job didn't require the explosive strength of a man, but it was very tiring. Her fingers had been digging in the cold earth for so long that their joints were stiff and red. "I must have delicious hot soup for lunch today."
"Senior Ieiri is right! Hot soup after hard work is the best!" Haibara Yu's voice was full of energy. He and Nanami Kento were working together to deal with a piece of frozen soil that was particularly difficult to pry up. The two of them inserted the hoe into the gap together, shouting slogans and exerting force together. Haibara's face turned red, and Nanami frowned. His blond hair was wet with sweat and stuck to the side of his face. With their efforts, the soil block was finally loosened. Both of them staggered, but then smiled at each other, with the simple satisfaction of young people completing a challenge.
Not far away, Tianlizi was using a short mattock to break up the dirt with great effort. Her arms were sore now, and there were mud tracks on her cheeks. Her thin arms were trembling slightly, but her eyes were stubborn and she persisted without saying a word.
The children were calmer than them. Firstly, they often went to the fields to pull weeds and were more familiar with these fields. Secondly, they were under the pressure of Miya Chiri's barrier every day and could not feel any changes at all. Hisahito and Hui carried the small basket together, and the other three sisters threw the stones and grass roots they picked up into it. When the basket was full, they quickly moved to the edge of the field. Their small figures shuttled back and forth, and after picking up a piece of land, they were responsible for bringing tea to the other brothers and sisters who were exhausted.
"Are we a little too inferior?" Xia Yujie said, doubting himself as he drank the tea Nanako handed him. "Or is Zhili progressing too fast?"
Gojo Satoru was able to answer this question: "Her power has grown, which in turn has increased the power of the barrier."
I'm really looking forward to her future.
As Gojo Satoru thought this, he exerted force with his hand and the hoe hit the stone, causing his palm to go numb.
After a morning of hard work, they were called home for lunch. Everyone was tired in their own way. Tiantian Lizi was so tired that her eyes were wide open. Gong Zhili brought the food over and asked her, "Do you want to take a nap before eating? I'll keep it warm for you."
Chiriko took a deep breath and said, "No, I'll eat first and then rest." Everyone who has worked here knows that even if you are exhausted the moment before, as long as you eat the food made by Chiri, your energy will slowly return. If you then have a good night's sleep, all the aches and pains in your body will disappear.
So as long as she has breath, she will eat!
Gong Zhili laughed: "Okay, do you want some soup?"
Lizi leaned over the table and said stubbornly, "Drink."
Everyone was eating and drinking soup in silence to replenish their energy.
They were so tired because they finished all the work in one go in the morning. The sheer heavy physical work turned them into exhausted laborers.
Gong Zhili was very satisfied after inspecting the land. He said, "After dinner, you can go and rest. You can watch TV if you want. The children all need to take a nap!"
The five little kids didn't object and ate their meal with great relish. After all, they had done a lot of work in the morning.
After lunch, Gong Zhili was the only one still awake in the room.
She felt that watching TV alone was disturbing others, so she simply carried her backpack and went up the mountain to play.
Now that she has a basement, she can continue to store firewood, and she still goes to the mountains when she has time.
She was humming a song and was about to step into the boat when she felt her backpack being pulled.
"Take me with you," Gojo Satoru said. "I don't take naps."
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The author has something to say: The love line in this book... well, I haven't seen any light yet. I feel like both of them have a childish side. After all, they are both people who have no experience in love, so let's play together first.
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