Thinking about what was about to happen, Shi Lan's mood soured, and she lost her interest in watching the commotion. She glanced at the window covered by white frost and felt that some actions could be taken as soon as possible. She was pressed for time and didn't have time to waste with her.
A faint aroma of charred bread wafted from the stove, and Shi Lan suddenly remembered that there was still porridge cooking on it. She quickly turned back to ladle out the porridge, washed the large pot clean, and then placed the dough she had just kneaded on the steamer rack and put it on the stove.
Then she yelled outside, "Bring in the firewood!"
A clattering sound of stacked wood came from outside, and Guo Dabao crouched down and crawled inside.
Is this enough?
Shi Lan glanced at the firewood he had placed on the ground and nodded, saying, "This is enough for now. We can talk about it later if we need more."
Guo Dabao then patted his clothes and asked, "Do you still have that dried tofu from yesterday?"
The dried tofu that Guo Dabao mentioned was one of the side dishes that the original owner had mixed last night. It was fresh, fragrant, and slightly spicy, and went very well with rice.
Guo Dabao has a strong palate, and last night he praised the dried tofu dish highly. The original owner even naively said he would make it for him again, which is why Guo Dabao asked this question.
"No," Shi Lan glanced at Guo Dabao sideways. She wasn't the original owner of this body, willingly serving these ungrateful wretches. Giving them some plain porridge and pickled vegetables was already a favor; they wanted fragrant tofu salad? They were dreaming.
Guo Dabao was choked by Shi Lan's ash and had no more food. He immediately reflected on himself and realized that he had gone a bit too far. He said, "Senior Sister Shi, you're not really angry with me, are you? I didn't mean it. Please don't take it to heart."
Shi Lan shook her head and said, "I don't mind. You can see for yourself that I'm extremely busy right now. How could I have time to make a mixed vegetable dish? Here, take this out. I'll be back in a bit."
Guo Dabao took the porcelain basin, looked at the work surface, and saw that there were shaped and unshaped dough balls on it. He knew that he had been too demanding, so he grinned and said, "Alright then, you can mix it for me next time when you have time."
Shi Lan ignored him and shooed him out, continuing to put dough into the steamer. (To be continued.)
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