Chapter 17 Foodie Zhou Sinian (Part 2)

Mingdai took a closer look and found that the left sleeve and right collar of his cotton coat were wet!

My pants and shoes are also wet!

There is a circle of water stains where I am standing!

So, did he wash the cotton clothes? ! ! !

This person is really sick!

Who washes cotton-padded clothes and pants in the middle of winter?

It's impossible, okay?

It didn't look like he had any spare cotton-padded clothes or trousers, which gave Mingdai a headache.

But I didn't dare to provoke him, so I asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

Zhou Sinian still didn't answer, just stared at her.

Mingdai showed him her bag of food: "I'll use my food to make breakfast, can we eat together?"

The man was still blocking the door, not answering, but staring at her, making her get goosebumps all over.

Mingdai didn't say much. She took out the bag of cornmeal, poured it into the ceramic bowl she brought with her, sprinkled some yeast, added water and kneaded the dough until it was smooth.

Lift the lid of the pot, turn it upside down, and put the ceramic basin on it and cover it.

I picked up two large potatoes from the bag, washed them with water, and scraped the skin with a bottle cap left over from drinking. I searched for a long time but couldn't find a cutting board or a kitchen knife.

She looked at the man at the door and said, "Can you let me go out for a while? I'll go get the cooking utensils and seasonings."

The man stared at her, motionless.

Mingdai patiently said it again.

After a few minutes, Zhou Sinian made way.

The corners of Mingdai's mouth twitched. With such a tiny gap, only someone with her tiny body could get through.

After entering the house, she quickly gathered the things she needed.

After thinking about it, he compared his height with Zhou Sinian's, found a set of clothes and shoes, and took them over.

When I entered the kitchen again, Zhou Sinian was already squatting beside the stove to keep warm, with his head almost sticking into the stove.

Mingdai didn't stop until his hair on his forehead curled up and a smell of burning protein came over him.

Then the man retracted his head and touched his hair.

It is human instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm.

Mingdai went around to the left front of Zhou Sinian and put the clothes and shoes in her hands on the firewood.

"Your clothes and shoes are wet, can you please change them? These are my father's clothes, I'll lend them to you, and you can take me to collect firewood."

After repeating it twice, Mingdai turned around and went to wash the vegetable board and cut potatoes into shreds.

When she finished cutting and looked back, the man and the clothes in front of the stove were gone.

She nodded with satisfaction, took out a small pot, cleaned it, and placed it on the small stove next to the big stove.

This place used to be where the landlords' farmhands lived, so they had multiple stoves. Ordinary families only had one stove.

The main reason is that the pot is expensive, and some families only have one pot at home.

The stove in this house has three stoves, one large and two small.

Also, because there were so many people eating, unlike other families who cooked on the kang in the main room, they built a large kitchen for both cooking and eating.

Soak the shredded potatoes in cold water, cut the dried chilies and garlic slices and set them aside. Mingdai took down the ceramic basin that was scalding her hands and placed it on the chopping board.

There was too much water in the pot, so she added some firewood to make the water boil.

Taking advantage of this gap, Mingdai rolled the fermented cornmeal into a ball and stuck it on the wall of the pot.

After a circle is completed, there are exactly 16 of them, a perfect number.

While the water was burning, she lit the other stove.

Heat the pan, add oil, garlic slices and dried chili peppers.

“Sizzle!”

Pleasant sounds rang out in the kitchen and the aroma spread out.

Soon a dark shadow came over and looked straight at the small pot where Mingdai was stir-frying, almost sticking its head in it.

It was Zhou Sinian who had changed his clothes.