Chapter 48 47. Oil, salt and rice! [Ask for monthly tickets]

When we got on the bike on the way back, it started to drizzle again. Huaiyu felt like he wanted to let out all the anger of the year, and he had to force himself to be less irritable.

But when she returned to her simple home, her emotions calmed down again.

The leaves of several chives are large and can be washed quickly when placed in a basin. However, there are a lot of wild garlic and it is a bit troublesome, so I put them aside for now.

Below that is Artemisia annua, which has clusters of fluffy white leaves with a slightly green hue at the bottom. It is very cute and easy to clean. Just put it in a basin of water and rinse it a few times to remove the mud and sand.

This looks like a big bunch, but actually when it is placed in a stainless steel pot, it only sticks out slightly.

Finally, the ground vegetables are at the bottom of the basket.

This thing is wet and slippery, and it is also very fragile. When Huai Yu picked it up, he accidentally grabbed a lot of dirt and broken leaves. Now when it is poured into the basin, it breaks into pieces with a little force and cannot be picked up.

She had no choice but to mix it all together and then put it directly into the pot to cook.

These yellow-green and brown ground vegetables are floating in the water. As the heat rises, the water slowly boils and the originally fragile and slippery feel gradually hardens.

She stared at the pot and couldn't help but think about the past - she could build houses, cook, and recognize wild vegetables.

Looking at the notebook again, the handwriting is not too bad.

Wow! How come she knows everything? Is she a well-educated person? A professor? An expert? Or maybe she studied gardening or botany? It can't be an agricultural university, right? That's also amazing!

But no matter how hard she tried, the past was still a cloud of white mist. Huaiyu held her chin in her hand, tangled and frowning. Until the gurgling water in the pot reminded her——

Fish!

Don't cook it for too long.

She instantly put the unimportant past behind her, and quickly took a small basket to filter and wash the ground vegetables, and then wrote down something else to buy -

【Filter basket】

The boiled ground vegetables were not so fragile and their color was much darker. Huaiyu sat on the green bricks with a basin in his hand and slowly picked and washed them. He felt his buttocks were wet and cold...

When I think about it, there are really a lot of small parts that need to be purchased. If there are extra points, it is not impossible to buy a small stool.

Just as she was thinking about this, suddenly a warm current flowed down her body, and the terrible feeling rooted in her memory made her stand up quickly.

After standing up, Huaiyu was stunned for a while, and then he realized: "..."

She depressedly took out the sanitary products hidden in the innermost part of the storage bag, then sighed and went to the toilet.

No wonder I’ve been feeling so depressed lately. It turns out that my menstrual period, which I had been preparing for but forgot about, has arrived.

(╥_╥) Fortunately, there was no other feeling other than that. However, Huaiyu still maintained a cautious and conservative attitude. After returning, he did not dare to sit on the cold blue bricks. He had to squat there and slowly wash the ground vegetables with warm water.

As she was washing, she thought of a more frightening question - she always felt that she was not as young as she looked now, but how old was she? Was she married? Had she already had a child? She touched her belly, her face pale with all these thoughts in her head, and she dared not think too much.

But whether she thought about it or not, she finally washed the ground vegetables. It was rainy and she couldn't dry anything, so she simply put the pot back on the shelf and spread the ground vegetables inside to slowly dry.

So, how do you build a kiln? Should you build one at the door?

Otherwise there is only one pot, which is somewhat inconvenient.

Huai Yu felt really uncomfortable squatting on the ground. After turning around a few times, he finally dragged the blue bricks over, put a few layers of straw mats on top, and started picking up the wild garlic again.

This thing is called garlic and onion. It is very thin and the onion underneath is very small.

She listened to the rustling sound of rain as she slowly gathered the garlic. Two large clumps of green wild garlic covered in mud and dust gradually became a neat and tidy bundle.

Only a small bunch of them with dirt were left there for tomorrow, and as for the ones that were picked and washed now...

Huaiyu took out a kitchen knife and cut everything into small pieces.

She filled a bowl and put it aside, then looked at the ground vegetables in the pot and saw that they had dried to a hard and crispy state, so she simply put them away and continued to roast wild garlic instead.

There are wild vegetables in the entire Rose Mansion, but not many.

After all, it is a planned and leveled ground, which is very different from the primitive style of the mountain forest. At least there is not a single clump of wild garlic so far.

If you don’t want to go up the mountain every time you eat it, this is the only way to preserve it.

The sweet and soft taste of the steamed buns seemed to still be there. Huaiyu stared at the harvest from today's lunch and pondered:

"What shall we eat tonight?"

Original noodle dumpling soup with steamed wormwood, or wormwood dumplings?

Or maybe scallion pancakes?

Or should she use the purified rice, add scallions, salt, and diced pork lard to make a plain bowl of rice with oil and salt? How difficult! She was salivating, but she only had one stomach, so she was faced with a painful and difficult decision.

…

At six o'clock in the evening, the drizzle outside had stopped again, and everything was pitch black. Only the shadows of mountains in the distance could be vaguely seen.

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

Huaiyu has become accustomed to all this. At this moment, under the dim light of the fire, he pours out the dried wild garlic from the pot to cool it down, and then begins to prepare dinner for tonight.

After eating flour for two meals in a row, she decided to be fair and eat rice tonight! Delicious rice!

If she had two eggs now, she could eat two bowls of fried ground vegetables, egg pancakes, or fried rice with eggs! But the reality was that the dried ground vegetables could only be put into bags for later use, and there were no eggs.

She thought that she should find a book next time she went to the market. Otherwise, she would be bored if she stayed in the house with nothing to do and even had to slow down to wash the vegetables.

It's okay during the day, I can always find something to do.

But the fire was not bright enough at night, and there was nothing to do except sleeping.

She doesn't need to sleep more than ten hours a day now.

While Huaiyu was thinking about what to do to pass the time, he picked up a small ball of white lard with chopsticks and put it into the pot.

The lard in the lunch box had been carefully used three times, and now had severe skin injuries on the corners.

Then stir-fry the wild onion segments and diced lard until fragrant, sprinkle some salt, and serve in a bowl.

Then wash the pot and cook.

Huaiyu performed this series of movements very smoothly and gracefully.

Wait until the rice grains are blooming, then turn the heat to low and simmer. Then she pours the fried scallion oil and chopped pork lard evenly on the rice!

Find a few chives, chop them up, and sprinkle them evenly in.

The heat was rising from the bottom, the firewood was crackling, and the rich aroma was coming to my face. I covered the pot and was full of expectations again.

Although only a few pieces of lard were added, and I didn't dare to add too much oil, I was like a stingy landlord preparing food for his farmhands...

But, it smells really good! The aroma of rice! The smell of fried fat, with the unique onion and garlic flavor of wild garlic and chives...

For a moment, the entire tree house could no longer contain her anticipation.

Update three!

I was planning to save the draft, but after thinking about it, I decided to write another chapter. After all, I still need votes, so I’m sorry if the word count is too low...

Okay, goodnight for real this time! Goodnight in advance!

(End of this chapter)