Chapter 100: Milk-flavored steamed buns, Zhou Sinian’s fear!

After a good night's sleep, Mingdai rolled around comfortably on the big bed for a few times before getting up.

After washing up and going downstairs, I saw Zhou Sinian already sitting at the dining table eating.

The fried noodles at home were finished, and Mingdai had no time to fry new ones, so Zhou Sinian made some milk powder himself and drank it with a mouthful of white beard.

Seeing Mingdai coming down, he stood up and poured a bowl for Mingdai.

The quality of the milk powder at that time was really good, and soon a lump of milk skin formed in the bowl.

Mingdai didn't like it, so she gave it to Zhou Sinian, who gladly accepted it.

The eggs were cooked by Zhou Sinian and had already been peeled and placed on a plate.

Mingdai ate the egg with sesame salt, looking at the milk powder beside her, thinking about steaming some milk-flavored buns.

After dinner, she took Zhou Sinian to turn over the sweet potato vines.

When the sweet potato vines grew out before, the two of them took root and transplanted them. Now there is a large field of sweet potato leaves, densely packed.

The two people turned the sweet potato vines over in one direction to prevent the vines from taking root without restrictions, resulting in only vines growing without fruit.

The places where they grow too vigorously are cut off from the growth point and collected together to feed the lambs and roe deer.

Zhou Sinian was very serious about his work, unlike Ming Dai who was a dabbler. He even disliked her for not doing a good job and followed her with a mumble to rework again.

Mingdai looked at the twisted sweet potato vines she had pulled out, and then looked at his, feeling ashamed.

Zhou Sinian seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder. Not only did he keep the sweet potato vines very tidy, he even braided a row of green braids for them, using the wheat ear stitch method he learned when knitting sweaters.

She stood up and said to Zhou Sinian, "I'll go make the dough and steam the buns. You turn over the sweet potato vines and feed the lambs and roe deer with the cut ones. Don't feed them all at once. We can fry the remaining ones."

Zhou Sinian continued to braid his hair without stopping, looking at the silly roe deer that was having fun: "Okay, I want to eat silly roe deer again."

Ming Dai thought for a moment and said, "Then let's make braised roe deer meat."

Zhou Sinian nodded happily.

In the kitchen, Mingdai took out the flour, poured it into the kitchen machine, added half a bag of milk powder, a few spoons of sugar and a spoon of yeast powder, added water, and turned on the machine to stir.

Taking advantage of this time, she went to the warehouse and found two bags of red bean paste, intending to make some red bean paste steamed buns.

The kitchen machine is really a great invention. The dough can be kneaded in no time.

Mingdai divided them into small portions, rubbed them on the chopping board, and put half of them directly into the steamer to rise.

Wrap the other half with red bean paste and use red yeast rice powder to make red dots as marks.

Before the first pot of milk-flavored steamed buns came out of the pot, the aroma wafted through the room, with a milky fragrance.

Zhou Sinian came in smelling the food. He didn't even have time to change his shoes. He ran to the kitchen barefoot and stared at the steamer, wanting to open it and take a look.

Ming Dai was wrapping steamed buns with red bean paste filling. When she saw this, she quickly stopped him: "No, you will get burned. Wait five more minutes before you start. Go put on your shoes first."

Zhou Sinian looked at it reluctantly, touched the steamer, and stopped only when it was scalded. He then set his eyes on the red bean paste in Mingdai's hand.

"What is this?"

Ming Dai was touched by his curious look: "It's red bean paste. Go put on your shoes and wash your hands. Bring a bowl over and I'll scoop some for you. Try it. It's sweet and delicious."

Zhou Sinian's eyes immediately sparkled with stars. He ran back, put on his slippers, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and came back with his own special bowl.

Ming Dai scooped two spoonfuls of red bean paste for him, added some milk powder, and washed it down with boiling water: "Drink it first, the steamed bun will be ready soon."

Zhou Sinian took a sip and was instantly conquered by the unique taste.

Seeing that he was drinking so much that he couldn't lift his head, Mingdai was moved and poured herself a bowl as well.

Stir it gently and take a sip.

The softness of the red bean paste and the sweet fragrance of the milk powder are mixed together with boiling water, and it tastes like red bean milk tea.

Mingdai misses the various milk teas she drank in her previous life, especially the taro bubble tea. Having a cup in winter would make her so happy!

She couldn't help but say it out loud, and Zhou Sinian heard it.

"Uncle Mud? Your relative? Why is he called that?"

Ming Dai was surprised: "Do you know what uncle means?"

Zhou Sinian stirred the bottom of the bowl, making the bean paste float up: "I am crazy, but not stupid."

Ming Dai stood up happily: "Did you remember anything?"

Zhou Sinian shook his head: "No, it's just that I suddenly became more awake, just like now."

Mingdai looked at him and it seemed that he was a little strange when he was in the county town.

Let him stretch out his hand, and Mingdai felt his pulse again.

"Not bad! The medicine I took these few months was not in vain, I finally see the effect!

I will adjust the prescription for you, and when your body can fully tolerate it, we will start acupuncture."

Zhou Sinian stepped back holding the bowl: "Acupuncture? With needles?"

Ming Dai rolled her eyes and said, "Of course, acupuncture, acupuncture, of course it uses needles."

Zhou Sinian looked at Ming Dai as if he was looking at Grandma Wolf: "Does it hurt?"

Ming Dai threatened him: "It depends on whether you are good or not. If you are not good, it will hurt. If you are good, it won't hurt."

Zhou Sinian looked at her quietly for a while, then sat back down with the bowl in his arms: "You lied to me."

Tsk tsk, you’re not going to fool me!

Ming Dai asked him curiously, "How do you feel now? Don't you remember anything that happened before?"

Zhou Sinian shook his head in confusion: "I don't remember, I don't remember anything. I try hard to think about it, but it hurts."

He pointed to the sunken spot on his finger and his face turned a little paler.

Ming Dai stopped him: "Don't think about the pain, just take your time."

Zhou Sinian sniffed and said, "Five minutes are up."

Mingdai looked at the time and it was indeed time.

They opened the steamer, and the aroma of milk mixed with wheat gushed out. They both took a deep breath.

One by one, the small milky white steamed buns were picked out and placed in the steamed bun basket to dry.

Zhou Sinian picked up one and tossed it back and forth between his hands, unwilling to put it down.

When it was not so hot anymore, she broke it into two halves, put one half in her mouth and gave the other half to Mingdai.

Mingdai looked at him approvingly, thinking that he had grown up and knew how to share. If it were before, she would have stuffed the whole thing into her mouth.

Mingdai took it and squeezed it. It was bouncy and very soft.

I blew on it, took a bite, and squinted my eyes happily. It was so delicious!

By the time the second pot of red bean paste was put in, a corner of the steamed buns in the basket had already fallen off.

Mingdai made this steamed bun very small. Zhou Sinian could eat one in one bite or even half in one bite.

"Eat less. The second pot is made with red bean paste. You won't be able to eat more if you are full."

Zhou Sinian swallowed his anger and shook his head seriously: "No, I have already reserved a place for it!"

Ming Dai said jokingly: "It's just that I can support you. No matter whose house you go to, you will make them cry."

Zhou Sinian's hand holding the steamed bun stiffened and his whole body became stiff.

He smiled at Ming Dai with a little trepidation: "I can eat less."

Mingdai was surprised by the deep tension and anxiety in his eyes. She stood there in a daze, not saying a word.

Zhou Sinian misunderstood, and gently put the steamed bun back in his hand, blinking at her and saying, "I won't eat it anymore, Mingdai, don't be angry."

He was now more sober and knew that everyone was having a hard time these days and having enough to eat was a luxury. If Mingdai had not taken care of him, he would still be lying on the cold kang, enduring hunger and weakly waiting for the arrival of spring as in previous years.

Ming Dai's eyes turned red, and she shook her head quickly, picked up the whole basket of steamed buns and stuffed them into his arms: "I'm not angry, you can eat as much as you want, we have plenty!"

Zhou Sinian looked at the steamed bun basket in his arms, feeling a little shy. He stretched out his hand to pinch the soft steamed buns and gave Mingdai a sincere smile: "Mingdai, you are so nice!"

Ming Dai sniffed: "Hello to you too, you've done a lot of work for me!"

Zhou Sinian puffed out his chest proudly: "I can work, and do a lot of work, Mingdai, I will work hard. The old man said that if I work, I will get some food. I will work harder and we can eat together."

Ming Dai looked at the proud look, and her heart was so soft that she nodded solemnly: "Okay!"

Zhou Sinian was relieved then. He put the steamed bun into his mouth and chewed it carefully. It was so delicious!

Mingdai looked at him with her eyes narrowed in satisfaction, and felt that it was good to have someone like this who only cared about her to accompany her in this strange world of books.

No matter in her previous life or this life, she has never had such a person by her side. It feels good to be trusted and relied upon.

Although, now she is more like taking care of a child, but Zhou Sinian is definitely the most caring big baby!!