Chapter 43 42. Oil Painting Rose [First Order]

Huaiyu carried so many things that it was almost three o'clock when he returned to the tree house.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and when the bus was halfway through its journey, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

Everyone in the car complained, but they took no precautions, fearing that they would get wet by the rain.

Huaiyu also had to take out the newly bought bags to protect the backpack tightly, and tied the bags in his hands tightly.

As for herself...she had no choice but to cover her hair with a plastic bag and return home carrying the increasingly heavy basket.

After putting down the burden, she moved her painful shoulders vigorously, then grabbed a handful of hay to start a fire. Soon, a faint smoke and warmth emerged in the damp room.

But because of the continuous rain, the ground was wet, so that the hay originally stored for kindling was a little damp, not to mention the firewood piled outside.

The smoke was quite thick, so Huaiyu had to roll up all the doors.

The flames jumped, and as more dry firewood was slowly added, the light in the brazier became brighter and brighter. The whole room quickly warmed up, bringing out an uncomfortable warm and humid air.

Huai Yu breathed a sigh of relief, put on his newly bought home clothes first, and then began to organize the things he bought.

The old coarse blue-striped bed sheet was folded into two layers and laid on the hay bed. The fluorescent pink pillowcase given as a gift was stuffed full of hay. Finally, the blue-black floral silk quilt was carefully spread on the bed...

Only then did Huaiyu realize that he had forgotten to buy a quilt cover!

In fact, this silk cotton quilt seemed to be cover-free and could be directly put into the washing machine. But now she had nothing, and if the quilt got wet, she might not be able to lift it.

I can only make do with it for now and remember to buy the duvet cover next time I go.

Huaiyu remembered that he should buy a notebook and a pen - there were too many missing things in his life. If he bought paper and pen, he would be able to record them all and avoid going through the same thing as today.

She kept this in mind, and now, looking at the brand new and soft bed, she jumped on it without saying a word! Woo woo woo, so comfortable!

The quilt is really soft and comfortable!

If she gets enough points, she can buy two beds! One for the bed and one for the blanket. How happy she will be to wake up in the warm and fluffy bed every morning!

But the reality is that she currently only has 232, no, 222 points.

Huaiyu used a lot of willpower to get up from the bed and took out the small white vase.

In fact, this vase is very delicately made, even the inside of the vase is smooth, without any rough feel at all.

Before the disaster, it should have been worth some money.

But now, because it is too small and useless, it can only be reduced to a special item at ten points each.

Huaiyu looked outside. The rain was still as thin and foggy as before. She stared at the vase, put on her rain boots and raincoat, and walked into the rain and fog.

Against the dark background, the rose corridor looks like an oil painting painted with heavy colors, and even the leaves are dark green.

The high flower wall blocks everything on the wasteland and also prevents the city dwellers from looking outside.

When you get closer, you can see that the leaves are emerald green, the flowers are pink and white, and they are intertwined and drooping in clusters...

It’s really romantic.

Huai Yu lowered his eyes and looked at it for a while, then took out the scissors, touched the petals again, and whispered: "I just bought a vase, it's very beautiful. Can I cut another flower to take home and take care of it?"

The rose swayed in the rain and wind, as if it didn't care about such trivial matters at all. But Huaiyu knew that it agreed again.

The thorns on the branches were so sharp that they had a cold grey metallic hue, but they had never pricked her. Huaiyu brought it back, poured water on it, and arranged the flowers.

Soon, there was a peaceful and gentle white porcelain vase on the blue brick bedside table, with a thin branch of flowers inserted in it. The dark green stems and emerald green leaves intertwined, guarding a few red, pink and white flowers on the branches, some darker and some lighter.

Huaiyu stared at it for a while, then reached out to take the line of small ice-carved words next to it and placed it solemnly in front of the vase.

A cool breeze blew in from outside the door, and the thin branches swayed. The light and shadows were danced against the flames, and even the line of crystal clear small words seemed bright: [Thank you for your rose - Lin Xuefeng]

She thought of the conversation that night, when a stranger used the most direct method to help her understand the world more directly, and she smiled again.

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At six o'clock, it was completely dark. Huaiyu connected the rainwater for purification again, and then she was annoyed to find that she had forgotten to buy a chopping board.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

But it doesn't matter. The blue bricks that had been specially washed by Lin Xuefeng were exceptionally clean. A brand new plastic bag was placed on top. Two kilograms of pork fat was carefully purified by Huaiyu without leaving any trace of pollution, and then cut into even small pieces.

Pour hot water into the basin until it is warm, add the lard, add salt and soak it for a while. Then Huaiyu carefully writes down the white vinegar he wants to buy.

But after thinking about it, this is not a necessity, so forget it.

Without the softening agent of white vinegar, the slight blood on the lard was not cleaned thoroughly, but it was almost enough.

As long as he no longer consumes those nutrient solutions, Huaiyu feels that he can completely ignore such trivial matters.

She didn't even think that her cooking skills would be so good when she was buying things. Even though it was just a simple way to make pork fat, this kind of thing would never be done by someone without some skills.

So I became happy again for my multi-talented self.

The pot was burning hot and the fire in the stove was also burning big.

Huaiyu added some water, and then scooped the washed lard from the basin into the pot. The water and lard boiled together, and with the rapid gurgling sound, a rich aroma slowly wafted out.

Huaiyu squatted beside the pot, staring at the snow-white lard slowly turning slightly yellow. She wanted to grab a piece of it with chopsticks to taste it immediately! In order to avoid wasting the ingredients, she had to divert her attention by digging out the rice flour to purify it.

But… After running around for most of the day, purifying water and lard, and now even rice and flour, Huaiyu felt weak all over, staring at the fragrant pot, unable to move away! She even began to regret why she didn’t buy another pot, so that at least she could have a stove and cook rice at the same time.

Finally, after a long period of simmering over a low fire, the browned lard residue and yellow lard were finally poured into the lunch box, filling up the entire box! Because there were no more tools, the lard residue and the oil were placed together. But it didn't matter, it wouldn't go bad in this weather anyway, and she swore that she would eat it quickly after smelling the aroma.

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