Chapter 18: Learning to Cook
Lu Dongping lay there, looking at the dark roof, his mind filled with Wen Wan.
Slow and gentle, smiling and gentle.
How long does it take to stay in someone's heart?
Lu Dongping didn't know about others, but it only took Wen Wan three days to enter his heart.
Anyway, as long as the little girl wants to get married, it must be him, Lu Dongping.
He picked her up at Lujiazui, this was fate. He also carried her down the mountain on his back, which was indirectly a close contact. He also pulled her down the mountain in the evening. Her little hand was soft and he wanted to hold it for the rest of his life. It was so cold that he wanted to keep it in his pocket and keep it warm for the rest of his life.
I've already memorized it and held hands with it, so it's absolutely impossible for me to be coaxed away by others.
Wen Wan didn't know that she had been remembered just a few days after arriving here. After work, she hurried over and finally started cooking the first meal of her life.
After work, Liu Changqing fetched water while Wang Jianmao carried firewood into the kitchen. He then helped her light the fire, directing her how many scoops of water to add and how much rice to put in. She had to wait for the water to boil, pouring the rice into the pot with a bowl in one hand while stirring it with a spoon in the other, to prevent the rice from forming lumps and becoming half-cooked.
As smoke started to rise around the lid, Wang Jianmao said, "It's done!" She reached out to lift the lid, and the hot steam from the bottom of the pot suddenly rushed up, startling her so much that she instinctively grabbed the lid to block it.
Wang Jianmao, who was behind the stove, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. Fortunately, it was just blocked and not thrown back directly.
"It's okay. I was careless. Be careful next time. When the water in the pot boils, you can hear the gurgling sound through the lid. Don't get too close when you lift the lid. The steam will burn you and it will hurt. Okay, you can add the food. Remember what I told you, stir it while you spread it."
Wen Wan nodded hurriedly, put down the lid of the pot and started working.
She did a good job of adding food and stirring the pot, but she kept stirring and stirring, and she didn't know when it would be done.
Before she even asked, Wang Jianmao saw what she was thinking: "Keep stirring. The better and thicker the corn is, the tastier it is."
Wen Wan pursed her lips and spoke after a while: "Is corn the only ration for the team? Don't we also plant wheat in the fields? Isn't it distributed?"
"We had wheat and rice, but the yield was low, and after paying the public tax, there wasn't much left. We did get some when the public tax was distributed, but it was scant. After it was distributed, each household would grind flour on the large mill above the threshing floor and pound rice in the stone troughs. The fine grains they produced were precious. Some were secretly sold for money, while others were reluctant to sell them and kept them there, only eating a little during festivals."
"When will the food be distributed?"
"It's almost time. Today is the twenty-second day of the winter month, the twelfth lunar month. Before the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, we can distribute the grain after the team accountant finishes the accounts. We won't go to work on the day of the distribution. After the grain is distributed, we will start to hibernate and go up the mountain to chop firewood. This has nothing to do with the collective. Each family prepares their own. Twenty days seems like a long time, but it's not that abundant. After all, we have to prepare firewood for the whole year in these twenty days. After the New Year, we will start working on the fifth day of the first lunar month. There will be no time to chop firewood."
After saying that, he glanced at the pot and reminded: "Stir it quickly, or it will get burnt."
"oh oh!"
Wen Wan responded hurriedly and finally managed to cook a meal under Wang Jianmao's guidance.
I hadn't wanted to eat in the morning, but now I was starving and had to eat even if I didn't want to. For the first time ever, I ate half a cup of porridge, washed up, and dragged my tired feet back into the house.
After she lay down, she thought about what Wang Jianmao had said. Rations would be distributed before the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month. Although this time the distribution had nothing to do with her, she was still a little happy. After the rations were distributed, the people on the team would have more food, which would make it easier for her to buy fine grains. Most importantly, after the rations were distributed, they would not have to go to work. They still had to hold on for another half a month. Thinking about it, it seemed that there was hope again.
As for chopping wood, she completely forgot about it.
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