When Xiaoguo got home, he unloaded the potatoes first. It hurt so much from the rubbing all the way, and it also delayed Li Zhaodi. Zhuangzhuang watched Xiaoguo rub his shoulders, and he walked over and lay on Xiaoguo's shoulders and snored, "Snort, it won't hurt anymore."

"Yeah, it really doesn't hurt anymore. On the contrary, I feel comfortable. My eldest son is really my little cotton-padded pants." Xiao Guo hugged Zhuangzhuang lovingly and leaned on his little shoulders, "My little man."

Zhuangzhuang happily straightened his back to make his shoulders more stable. Xiaoguo watched Zhuangzhuang's movements with amusement and patted his face lovingly.

It was still early for lunch. Xiaoguo remembered that there was a millstone at home, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it. After searching for a while, he found it in the corner of the kitchen. It had not been used for a long time and had been weighed down by firewood.

After taking out the millstone, Xiaoguo wondered how he could push it onto the table since he couldn't move it. Finally, he found a long wooden board, put a large stone underneath, and used the seesaw principle to lift it onto the table. Xiaoguo pushed hard and the millstone rolled smoothly onto the table.

After preparing the grinding disc, the next step was to peel the potatoes. This was a big job, so Xiaoguo had to speed up. Zhuangzhuang wanted to help, but Xiaoguo was worried that he would cut his hand. He curiously sat next to Xiaoguo and asked her, "Mom, what do we need so many potatoes for?"

"Mom makes them into potato starch, and then into potato flour. She adds our fish balls to make delicious potato flour with spicy mushroom soup. Mom then takes it to the market to sell." Xiaoguo explained to Zhuangzhuang that her favorite thing before was potato flour, especially spicy potato flour mixed with sliced ​​noodles and fish balls. The taste was so yyds that she almost drooled as she spoke.

Zhuangzhuang also swallowed his saliva as he listened to his mother's description. Xiaoguo said to Zhuangzhuang, "I'll make you one first when mom is done." Zhuangzhuang nodded vigorously and helped his mother fetch water to wash the potatoes.

Xiaoguo cuts the washed potatoes into small pieces and crushes them on a grinding disc. Then, she adds water, rubs and filters them. She discards the potato residue and sets the remaining starch water aside to settle.

It was already noon when we finished processing all the potatoes. There were three large basins of starch water in total. Xiaoguo put them in a cool place to settle and left them there. Then he washed his hands and went to cook.

Zhuangzhuang looked at the basin curiously. How could there be dry flour in such turbid water? Zhuangzhuang thought about the flour that his mother-in-law put in a small bag in the kitchen, but no flour could come out of the water no matter how hard he tried.

Doubtful in his heart, Zhuangzhuang went to ask his mother, and Xiaoguo answered him, "It's because the starch was washed out of the potatoes by mother and floated in the water. If you leave it alone, it will slowly sink to the bottom of the basin, and then you can take it out and dry it to become starch."

Zhuangzhuang nodded thoughtfully. He thought it was amazing and couldn't wait to see what it would look like after drying.

Xiaoguo put the noodles she had cut into the pot, "Zhuangzhuang, bring the dishes to the table."

"good."

"Be careful not to get burned." Xiaoguo reminded him worriedly.

Xiaoguo put the noodles in cold water and came into the house with a bowl and chopsticks. "Let's eat. Mom has been a little busy these past two days, so let's eat something first." As he said that, he scooped a spoonful of eggplant sauce into Zhuangzhuang's bowl.

"This is already very good. Mom's noodles are the most delicious." Zhuangzhuang felt that being able to eat white noodles every day was already very happy, not to mention the various vegetables and meat, which he could not even dream of.

Xiaoguo smiled, she knew that the meal was very good here, as there were many people who were not full outside. But she came from the future after all, and her mother's meals always had at least three dishes and a soup. In comparison, it seemed that she was not a competent mother.