"Really, really, your husband would never lie to you."
Seeing that Shen Yanming didn't seem to be lying, Bi Qiaoan nodded and pushed him away. Then she saw the yam and wood ear fungus, celery, lily bulbs and shrimp, and stir-fried king oyster mushrooms on the worktable.
"Wait a minute, how do you manage to have both snacks and meals at the same time?" Bi Qiaoan asked, pointing to the delicious-looking dishes.
Shen Yanming touched his nose and said, "I've had the idea of making pastries for a while now. Many of the raw materials have been processed and stored in the storage area. The pastries I made last night were baked using ready-made ingredients, so it was very quick."
As for today's ingredients, haha, I just processed them, they're ready to use. The sesame balls and spring rolls I just put away were frozen and fried directly; I only need to keep an eye on the oil, it won't affect dinner at all.
"Oh, I see." There were indeed several basins on the worktable, filled with mung beans and red beans.
"Wait a minute, when did you prepare these materials? How come I didn't know?"
"It was when I was making bread and beef cubes last time. You were sleeping and I didn't notice. Later, I didn't have time to make them, so I put the raw materials into the storage area first."
Bi Qiaoan nodded, it seemed she had indeed become forgetful for three years after giving birth.
Shen Yanming chuckled and playfully pinched her nose. "Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's eat quickly, or the food will get cold."
"Mmm, I am a little hungry."
Bi Qiaoan helped carry the bowls and chopsticks to the dining room and then ate with Shen Yanming. The food tonight was a bit bland, and Bi Qiaoan didn't have much of an appetite.
However, she still ate until she was about 70% full.
Seeing that Bi Qiaoan was looking at him expectantly after putting down her chopsticks, Shen Yanming had no choice but to take out two pieces of mung bean cake and egg yolk pastry that he had made yesterday from his spatial storage and hand them to Bi Qiaoan, asking, "Can you still eat?"
"Yes, I think I can eat four mung bean cakes and four egg yolk pastries!"
"I feel like I might make a mistake sometimes. You can eat this first, and if you want more after you finish, I'll get you some more."
Seeing that Shen Yanming said that, Bi Qiaoan did not insist anymore, picked up the small spoon on the table and started eating.
I don't know where she picked up this habit, but even though she could just use her hands, she insists on using a spoon to scoop it out bit by bit.
After eating two pastries, Bi Qiaoan felt a little full. She glanced at Shen Yanming embarrassedly and stopped eating.
Shen Yanming didn't point it out, and got up with a smile to clear the table, but he heard the doorbell ring as soon as he entered the kitchen.
Who could it be at this point?
Shen Yanming walked back to the living room and looked out through the peephole. It turned out to be an acquaintance.
"Hey Lao Shen, is there any food? I'm starving!" As soon as the door opened, Zhang Heping's voice, calling out for food, could be heard.
"If you had come five minutes earlier, you could have had a ready-made meal. We just finished eating, and the plates and bowls haven't been washed yet."
"What am I going to do? I have nothing at home. I can't just go back and starve. Please, have some mercy and cook me a bowl of instant noodles?" Zhang Heping walked into the restaurant and sat down opposite Bi Qiaoan. He was determined not to leave until he had eaten his fill.
Shen Yan glanced at Zhang Heping, understanding his meaning. "Instant noodles aren't healthy. Wait a bit, I'll make you something fresh!"
Zhang Heping was delighted to hear this, and bowed to Shen Yanming with his hands clasped together, saying, "Thank you, brother!"
Shen Yanming thought for a moment. There were some soaked wood ear mushrooms in the kitchen. He could make stir-fried wood ear mushrooms with eggs, which would be quick and delicious. He could also make stir-fried bok choy with shiitake mushrooms. He had all these ingredients at home.
But we can't cook meat for him today, because openly, his family has run out of meat.
Shen Yanming went into the vegetable garden, picked a bunch of bok choy, and then gathered a few shiitake mushrooms before returning to the kitchen.
Bi Qiaoan then grabbed a small plate of dried fruit for Zhang Heping, poured him a cup of hot water, and went into the storage room to take out Zhang Heping's dried meat.
"Here, it's all yours. My Yanming spent a long time making it, so please enjoy it."
Looking at the vacuum-packed jerky packets, Zhang Heping asked incredulously, "Old Shen made these? Does he have this skill?"
Bi Qiaoan said with some pride, "Of course, my Yanming has really mastered the craft. Making jerky is a piece of cake for him."
"I don't believe it!" Zhang Heping scoffed, picked up a bag of dried meat, tore open the packaging, and started eating.
It wasn't that he didn't believe it, but he just wanted an excuse to eat meat. During his time in the hospital, the diet had been too bland, and Zhang Heping felt that his stomach was extremely lacking in oil and fat.
But I must say, Old Shen's cooking is pretty good; it's fragrant and spicy, the only downside is that it's a bit dry.
Bi Qiaoan watched Zhang Heping stuff one snack after another into his mouth and said with a smile, "You won't admit it with your mouth, but your body tells a different story!"
"Alright, alright, I'll admit your husband, Lao Shen, is a culinary genius, okay? He's really affecting my ability to eat meat!" Zhang Heping said, swallowing the dried meat in his mouth.
"It's good that you admit it. You can eat less, because there won't be any left after you finish eating. Leave your stomach empty for later when you eat."
"Mmm, I know!" This time it was a case of verbal agreement but physical inconsistency. Zhang Heping kept putting jerky into his mouth.
Seeing this, Bi Qiaoan stopped trying to persuade him. After all, it was someone else's property, and he could eat it however he wanted.
"Is the hospital not busy now?" Bi Qiaoan asked.
Zhang Heping was so engrossed in the food that he couldn't tear himself away. After seeing Qiao An's eager anticipation, he finally replied, "We'll talk about it when your old Shen arrives."
Haha, I know you brothers have a good relationship, but you don't have to treat yourselves like this!
Bi Qiaoan rolled her eyes, got up and sat back on the sofa, ignoring him and deciding to go online and browse Weibo instead.
Today's Weibo topic is: Has your home been heated yet?
Seeing this, Bi Qiaoan remembered that before leaving home this morning, she and Shen Yanming had heard a gurgling sound coming from the heating pipes.
Bi Qiaoan touched the valve and found it was slightly warm, so it seemed that heating would be on soon.
Then I sat back on the sofa and watched online as residents of North Harbor and Simon packed their bags.
Although they were only going out to escape the cold for three or four months, they brought quite a lot of things with them.
All my belongings—change of clothes, bed sheets and duvet covers, pots and pans, vegetables, eggs, meat and grains—oh my, I really want to bring my whole household with me!
In comparison, residents with cars are in a better position. They can fit as much stuff as they can in their cars, and if they need something and can't buy it, they can just drive back to get it in a day or two.
Those without cars are in trouble. Although Qinghe and the guards will take them to the receiving city for free, the only vehicles they can drive are buses and trucks, which limits the types and quantities of luggage they can bring.
So, after simplifying and simplifying even further, you can only bring enough food, two sets of clothes, and maybe some toiletries. That should be enough.
Moreover, even though the luggage packed into the truck was labeled with names and numbers, they were still afraid of getting it mixed up or lost.
So even though it was only a few hours' drive, everyone was still a little uneasy.
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