Chapter 301 State of Mind
When the roots have grown enough, they will begin to grow upwards, grow stems and leaves, and become a new strawberry seedling.
Zhao Yeqing had previously grown several seedlings using runners, and now they have grown very healthy and strong and have become independent strawberry seedlings.
She was in a good mood as she looked at her achievements. She hummed a little tune while dealing with the weeds that had grown, and her mind was filled with the scene of having more strawberries than she could eat in the future.
Until Mu Xi's voice sounded outside.
Mu Xi soaked the dried chicken in the house, poured out the brine, heated oil in a pot, and added ginger slices and chicken pieces.
Fry until the water evaporates and the aroma gradually emits, then add water again and stew.
Pour boiling water into the fried chicken. In an instant, the clear water turns milky white with a few strands of golden chicken oil floating on top.
Mu Xi covered the pot and continued to stew. He turned around and found that Zhao Yeqing had not come back yet. From the window, he could see that the light in the backyard was still on, which meant that he was still in the basement and had not come up.
It doesn't take much thought to guess that he is probably addicted to farming again. Mu Xi put on his coat and went out to look for someone.
When he walked outside the basement, he shouted, "It's almost time to eat!"
Mu Xi didn't push the door open, not wanting to lower the temperature inside.
There are two doors in the basement, one at the top and one at the bottom of the stair slope. This ensures the temperature inside to the greatest extent possible and allows any cold air that is accidentally let in to remain in the space between the two doors.
It was very quiet outside, without any wind. Zhao Yeqing could hear Mu Xi's voice very clearly. She picked the vegetables she was going to eat and put them in the basket, then walked out of the basement.
Looking at Mu Xi who was waiting outside, she stuffed the basket in her hand into his hands and poked him on the forehead: "Are you stupid? Don't you have a walkie-talkie?"
Mu Xi knew there was an intercom, but he hadn't seen her for a few dozen minutes, so he felt like he missed her, so he came to pick her up.
I thought so in my heart, but I said: "I forgot, let's go back quickly."
Zhao Yeqing understood the slightly awkward expression on her face very well. The corners of her mouth rose slightly, but she said nothing.
I snorted in my heart: A man like him who doesn't know how to talk would have to chase the heroine for thirty episodes in a TV series.
When we returned to the house, the dogs were already drooling with greed, and the aroma of the dried chicken soup was spreading throughout the house.
Different from the delicious aroma of ordinary chicken soup, the air-dried chicken has a special fragrance just like other dried goods, which makes people salivate just by smelling it.
Mu Xi stepped forward, opened the lid of the pot, and sprinkled a few dried wolfberries on the chicken soup. In this weather, taking appropriate tonic warming herbs can help to keep out the cold.
Zhao Yeqing followed the old rules and first served a bowl of rich and pure chicken soup before boiling other dishes, and then put the side dishes in.
In addition to vegetables, there are also bean curd skin, yuba and sweet potato noodles.
The sweet potato noodles had to be cooked for several minutes, so the two of them sipped the hot soup while waiting.
Mu Xi put the reserved chicken legs into Zhao Yeqing's bowl. In the past, when the family killed a chicken, the two families would eat together. As long as the two of them were at home, the chicken legs would not be chopped into small pieces. The old man always kept two big chicken legs and gave one to each of them.
This habit still continues today. Each person has a big chicken leg in his or her bowl and eats it with his or her hands.
The meat of the air-dried chicken is very firm, so you can't eat it in big bites. Just tear it into small bites and eat it. The meat is salty and fresh, and it becomes more fragrant the more you chew it.
After finishing a chicken leg, he threw the bone into the dog's food bowl next to him. Mu Xi knew that Zhao Yeqing liked to wash his hands after doing anything, so he prepared a wet towel in advance and placed it on the table.
Zhao Yeqing wiped the grease off his fingers before picking up the chopsticks and going back to the pot.
Pick up the sweet potato flour at the bottom of the pot and you will find it has become completely transparent. You have to take it out quickly when it is cooked, otherwise it will get burnt.
Zhao Yeqing reached out to the side: "Give me your bowl."
Mu Xi put his bowl in her hand and got a full bowl of crystal sweet potato noodles.
Zhao Yeqing's own bowl was also full. The portion was cooked just right, and one bowl per person was served as the staple food.
After taking out the sweet potato flour, put the vegetable bean curd skin in it.
The whole chicken was eaten cleanly, and the dogs also ate all the bones without leaving any trace. It was very convenient and there was no need to clean up the kitchen waste.
After dinner, Zhao Yeqing took out the chives and planned to make chive sauce while they were still fresh.
Because watering is needed frequently, a large bucket is placed in the planting basement. When the leeks are picked, they are washed clean with water in the basement.
I went back to the house and spread it out in a dustpan. It was heated by the floor heating and is now completely dry.
It has to be pickled with salt before it can be made.
Zhao Yeqing put the chives in a pot, sprinkled two handfuls of salt on them and stirred them evenly. The salt would dilute the water on the plants and make them soft. Only then could they start making the sauce.
I guess I'll have to wait about half an hour.
Zhao Yeqing wiped the salt off his hands. Today, he had no urge to pick up an old novel to kill time. He sat at the table and wrote down the general situation of this period in a notebook.
From the beginning of winter, to the date when snow falls, and the time when polar night appears.
Finally, mark the current year and month.
March 3037.
Zhao Yeqing was a little dazed when she started writing. It was March four years ago when she returned to Meishan. Unknowingly, she had spent four years in such an environment.
The changes in people's moods are very magical, and they can always be turned upside down inadvertently.
Zhao Yeqing thought about the initial confusion in the mountains, and then he met Huhu and Xuebing, and then Mu Xi came back, farming, foraging, hunting...
It seems that every time I encounter difficulties, I feel that the present time is the most difficult, but once I get through it, I will find that it is nothing special.
Looking at Mu Xi sitting in a rocking chair beside him, reading a book in one hand, and touching the ear of Da Huang who was lying next to him with the other hand.
Zhao Yeqing suddenly felt his mood brighten up.
She put her hands behind her back and jumped behind Mu Xi. She put her arms around his neck from behind and said, "Stop looking. Help me make chive sauce."
Mu Xi immediately put down the book and said, "I'll do it. You can teach me. You don't have to do it yourself."
Zhao Yeqing had said before that he wanted to make chive sauce, so he brought the small stone pestle from the kitchen into the house, presumably because he needed to pound it again.
Making sauce by pounding will tire your hands. Zhao Yeqing knew that since Mu Xi said so, he would not let him do it again, so he did not rush to do it, but just sat beside and gave instructions.
"Just squeeze out the water from the pickled chives and pound them together with the minced ginger in a pestle."
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