Chapter 18 Shredded Potatoes and Cornmeal Pancakes

The clothes fit him well, and the shoes were also suitable. Although they were old man's clothes, he looked quite smart in them. The only difference was that he was too thin.

Mingdai still didn't stop him. In the end, he looked up because of the scolding. His eyes turned red and he looked at her with watery eyes, feeling inexplicably aggrieved.

Mingdai picked up the potato shreds, added some water, and poured them into the pot.

“Sizzle!”

The potato shreds covered up the aroma, and the man became a little anxious.

The next moment, the spatula was stir-frying, the aroma reappeared, and the man calmed down again.

Mingdai took out the vinegar bottle and sprinkled some along the edge of the pot. A sour and spicy aroma exploded in the kitchen.

Mingdai could clearly see the man's Adam's apple rolling up and down.

After stir-frying for a few times and covering the pot, Zhou Sinian became anxious and reached out to grab it.

Ming Dai did not stop him and said, "It's not cooked, it's not tasty."

Sure enough, the man stopped moving and looked at the pot lid with a little confusion.

Mingdai ignored him, turned around and went to the stove, lifted the lid of the pot, and the sweet aroma of cornmeal cakes wafted over.

Swish!

Zhou Sinian immediately stood next to the big pot.

Even without saying anything, Mingdai could sense his eagerness. Afraid that he would not be able to resist reaching out, Mingdai scooped off a piece of meat with a spatula and put it in the bowl. She waited until her hands were no longer so hot before handing it to him.

"Eat this first."

Zhou Sinian immediately reached out to take it.

Mingdai took the opportunity to take a look at his hands. They were very clean, but also very bloody. The skin on the joints was broken, and he had rubbed it off.

One was a frostbite on his hand that was rubbed open by him, and the other was caused by beating someone up last night.

But the hands were clean, the nails were long and there was no dirt inlaid.

He held up the cake and ate it in big mouthfuls. After just two or three bites, the cake, which was as big as half of Mingdai's face, was gone.

Zhou Sinian's eyes lit up obviously, and he looked at the other pancakes in the pot eagerly, but did not reach out to grab them.

Indeed, he has principles.

Ming Dai tested it out and was very satisfied that Zhou Sinian was able to communicate. She planned to win Zhou Sinian's stomach with delicious food.

Living with him is much better than living with the educated youth and villagers.

Mingdai scooped and fed him the food, and in a short while, he had eaten four pieces.

Mingdai also scooped up the cakes, with 12 pieces left.

Ignoring the bowl he continued to hold, Mingdai brought over the kettle of hot water she had brought.

She scooped the excess water into the hot water pot, covered it, and placed it on the table beside her. She said to the man who was still holding the bowl, "This, you can't knock it over. It will burn you and it will hurt. But you can pour the water and drink it. It's hot."

Repeated twice more.

She grabbed a handful of cornmeal and sprinkled it into the water in the pot while stirring it.

Stir it a few times with a spoon and the cornmeal porridge is ready.

On the side, Zhou Sinian was already standing next to the hot water kettle with a bowl in his hand.

He looked at the hot water kettle and thought for a long time, then slowly pulled out the plug and stared at the steam for a long time before he picked it up and poured a bowl of hot water into it.

When he put it down, he remembered to put the plug back gently.

He picked up the bowl and felt the hot steam fill his face. He took a sip and his teeth were burned.

Then he tested it with his lips, and when it was no longer hot, he continued to drink.

The more he drank, the happier he became. The last bowl was not enough, so he excitedly asked for a second bowl.

Ming Dai watched quietly and called him: "If you don't want to drink the boiled water, bring the bowl over."

Zhou Sinian hesitated for a while, but finally went over with the bowl.

Mingdai served him a bowl of cornmeal porridge, which was very thick.

Zhou Sinian held the bowl and looked at it for a long time, sniffed it, smelled it, and tried it with his lips.

I got burned.

Sniff it again, smell it, and try it with your lips.

Well, it's still burned.

After trying this several times, it finally stopped burning.

He opened his mouth wide and took a sip. The rich sweet fragrance filled his mouth, but before he could taste it, it slid into his stomach and disappeared!

Zhou Sinian was anxious and gulped the liquid down, making his mouth full for the first time.

Looking at the empty bowl, he felt a little unhappy.

Mingdai served him another bowl, and Zhou Sinian began to repeat the same action.

Mingdai took advantage of this gap to serve the fried potato shreds.

Zhou Sinian arrived as promised!

Staring at the shredded potatoes, he felt confused and anxious.

"Wait, let's eat together."

After cleaning the chopping board and putting aside the shredded potatoes and cornmeal cakes, Mingdai served herself a bowl of porridge.

He took out a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Zhou Sinian.

He took it hesitantly, Mingdai showed him how to use it, and picked up a piece of cake easily.

Zhou Sinian's eyes lit up. He also tried it, but failed.

Tried again, still failed.

Tried again, success.

"Eat!"

Mingdai put the bowl on the chopping board, picked up a pancake, picked up the potato shreds, and took a bite of the pancake and then another bite of the potato shreds.

Sweet cornmeal porridge, sour and spicy potato shreds, plus the green peppercorns she specially added, the taste of the three combined together!

Ming Dai could only say that she was extremely satisfied with the first meal she cooked herself in the 1970s!

Zhou Sinian trembled and followed Mingdai's example, picking up a potato shred and putting it in his mouth before it fell.

"Boom!"

Zhou Sinian's sense of taste was saved, and he clamored for it crazily.

So he started to pick up food like crazy and didn't even eat the porridge or the cakes.

But he only knew how to pick them up one by one, and Mingdai's one chopstick was equivalent to his work done dozens of times.

Seeing the dwindling amount of food, Zhou Sinian became unhappy.

Mingdai understood what he meant and slowly drew a line in the middle of the plate.

Then I just eat the food on my side.

After looking at it for a while, Zhou Sinian understood. He stretched out his chopsticks and retracted the slightly crooked end of the thread.

Haha, you really don’t give in at all.

Mingdai only ate one pancake, a bowl of porridge, and half a plate of shredded potatoes.

After eating, she went to wash the pots and dishes.

At this moment, she was completely unaware that everyone in the front yard thought she was dead and was hesitating whether to tell the captain.

Then a strong scent made them forget about anything else.

Who is so excessive! The breakfast is so delicious!

How can I eat in the afternoon?

Mingdai was busy trying to stop Zhou Sinian from eating the eighth cake.

He had already eaten the remaining porridge and vegetables, and ate 7 cakes. I really didn't dare to let him eat more.

Mingdai wrapped the cake and said, "Keep it for you to eat when you go up the mountain."

Zhou Sinian thought for a moment and took out a cloth bag from his jacket pocket, which was the one he had given him to hold the egg cake last night.

Mingdai checked and found that it was not dirty, so she put the remaining cakes in.

Zhou Sinian took it quickly and wanted to put it in his pocket.

But the cake is too big to fit.

He put the cookie back into his arms and pressed it hard.

It can be seen that I am very satisfied.

Mingdai took out two White Rabbit milk candies and coaxed him out. While the bottom of the pot was still warm, she washed the pot and tableware and mopped every corner of the kitchen.

While cleaning, I was thinking about what was missing in the kitchen.

After cleaning, he covered the ash at the bottom of the pot to prevent fire, closed the kitchen door and went out, and saw Zhou Sinian sitting on the millstone.

Even though he is very thin now, one has to admit that he is very handsome.

His handsomeness is quite different from the current aesthetics.

To modern people, his facial features are too deep, similar to those of Europeans and Americans, and he is too tall.

In this age of widespread malnutrition, a boy who is 1.75 meters tall is considered tall, but he is only 1.9 meters tall.

And because he had served in the military, he had a good appearance and a straight back.

Even when sitting, it looks like a bamboo pole, which makes it look taller.

Plus, he's so thin now that he looks a little scary.

Mingdai observed his actions and came up with an idea.