Chapter 70 Shabu-shabu
When Su Dai said this, the joy and excitement she had felt when she saw Jiang Yan disappeared, replaced by slightly red eyes.
The children's room was prepared in advance when she was pregnant.
Although she didn't know whether she was pregnant with a boy or a girl at the time, she decorated it according to her own preferences.
The atmosphere was a bit girlish, pink and tender, and there were many Barbie dolls.
But unexpectedly, an accident happened in the middle and the child was gone.
The room has been idle ever since.
Sun Jingtao knew what his wife was sad about, and he stretched out his hand to pinch her palm to comfort her. He looked at Ye Qing sincerely and said,
"Xiao Ye, the situation is not the same as before, and we don't know when this rainstorm will stop. Besides, we have a feud with those people on the 17th floor today. It is possible that the other party will hold a grudge and secretly form a team to cause trouble one day. If we live together, we can take care of each other in the future."
Listening to the two people's persuasion, Ye Qing did not answer immediately.
He turned his head and glanced at the closed door of room 3201. After a second of hesitation, he said,
"Okay, I'll bother Brother Tao and Sister Dai for a while."
When Sun Jingtao and Su Dai heard that he agreed to move up, they were originally in a heavy mood, but they were instantly relieved and happy.
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On the other side, Jiang Yan put the pile of supplies sent by Sun Jingtao into the space.
The safe house was damp and cold, and she was too lazy to turn on the air conditioner, so she simply went into the space.
Looking at the green vegetables planted on the black soil, she suddenly had an appetite after not eating anything for a day.
She knew what to eat today.
Old BJ shabu-shabu mutton!
The cabbage and green vegetables planted earlier have grown to a palm high.
At this moment, they are used for hot pot, tender, crisp, fresh and sweet, just right.
There are also many fresh seedlings in the [Stock Area].
However, they are planted by myself and just pulled out of the ground, so the taste must be extraordinary.
And such vegetables are said to be down-to-earth and good for the body's magnetic field.
Just do it.
She took a small colorful plastic basin from the kitchen, put on her rain boots and went to the field.
Fortunately, there were no traces of insects in the vegetables and flowers in this space. Since
she was a child, she was most afraid of mollusks such as caterpillars, cabbage worms, and earthworms, in addition to snakes.
If she was unlucky and her fingers accidentally touched them, she might lose her heart in a second.
Speaking of insects, Jiang Yan thought of the fruit seedlings that she had not had time to plant.
It was written in the agricultural teaching video that she had learned before that 90% of the fruits and vegetables in the world need bee pollination to bear fruit, such as apples, strawberries, pumpkins, tomatoes, etc.
However, wheat, rice, and oats rely on wind pollination, which does not matter whether there are bees or not.
If she planted these fruits, but lacked bees, would they still bear fruit?
Or would they bear delicious fruits?
Artificial pollination is also possible.
Just use a cotton swab or a small brush to operate in the stamens, but the workload...
She suddenly felt that she had everything she needed at the moment, except a group of "buzzing" bees.
This sounds a bit "unprofessional".
If you tell it to those people who are hungry and have no food to eat, it will be hard to imagine.
If they don't laugh, they will at least get dozens of rolls of eyes.
But speaking of bees, she remembered that Anming had a bee research institute and a bee base.
She saw it when she drove by on the road before. It was located on the mountainside west of the city, less than one kilometer away.
The reason why it was so impressive was that I felt it was quite unexpected that there were people in the world who specialized in studying bees.
The terrain there is relatively high, and it should not be completely flooded at this moment.
However, there are mountain torrents and mudslides over there. I don’t know if the research institute and the base still exist. And the temperature was so high before, I don’t know if there are any surviving bees.
Jiang Yan thought about it, and her eyes passed over the pile of green vegetables with soil on her hands. She felt that it was more important to eat.
After all, she hadn’t eaten all day.
She got up and went to the kitchen to wash the freshly picked cabbage and green vegetable seedlings, and then she took out a set of old BJ shabu-shabu mutton set from the [inventory area].
Fat lamb rolls, fat beef rolls, hand-cut lamb and beef, beef tendons, lamb tripe, fresh shrimp slips, frozen tofu, lotus root slices, potatoes, lettuce strips, enoki mushrooms. Everything is available.
There are also some old BJ special snacks that she likes, donkey rolls, Aiwo Wo, jujube flower crisps, etc.
The portion of each is not much, but the category is complete.
In addition, she packed the original pot and dipping water for the BJ hot pot she bought, in addition to the ingredients.
The pot was a traditional copper cooking pot with charcoal in the middle and hot pot on the side.
It is said that if you are camping in the wild, you can use dry cow dung to replace the smokeless charcoal. As for
the pot base, she did not use the restaurant's.
Instead, she put a layer of ice in the pot, added a few slices of fresh ginger, a few red dates, two sections of green onions, a few drops of red wine, and finally poured a bottle of natural mineral water and covered the pot.
This way of eating is what she had eaten many years ago in a private shop hidden in a residential area in the north.
The typical mountain spring water pot base can retain the original flavor and freshness of the ingredients to the greatest extent. She
used the kitchen's special igniter to ignite the smokeless charcoal, and while waiting for the water in the pot to boil, she prepared two dipping sauces for herself.
A standard sesame sauce dish for BJ hot pot, and a little bit of soul chives was added.
But she was not really used to the taste of chives, and she just wanted to taste them.
So she prepared another bowl of local classic dipping sauce:
chili pepper, fermented bean curd, sesame oil, oyster sauce, chopped sesame, chopped peanuts, coriander, mashed garlic, a little soy sauce and balsamic vinegar, plus a large spoonful of chopped local dipping sauce soul: Houttuynia cordata, that's it.
This dipping sauce can maximize the release of the freshness and fragrance of the ingredients, and it is not just delicious.
After dinner, Jiang Yan took a walk outside the apple cabin to admire the flowers and plants she planted, and then returned to the multi-functional audio-visual room on the second floor to continue recharging and studying.
It was about ten o'clock in the evening when she went to bed.
After listening to light music and reading a book, she closed the blackout curtains and lay down to sleep.
Such time is casual, lazy and beautiful.
But Jiang Yan always felt that something was missing.
Was it because she stayed at home alone for too long?
But before she could start thinking, she fell asleep soon after experiencing the "battle mode" in the morning and taking a red wine bath.
In the middle of the night, there was silence all around.
Suddenly, there was a slight "rustling~" sound in the room.
Jiang Yan, who would become particularly relaxed in the space, hummed twice, turned over and continued to sleep. The
"rustling~"
sound rang again.
Two seconds later.
A palm-sized, slender leaf with a sawtooth outline gently lifted the quilt and slowly poked out from inside.
(End of this chapter)
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