Liu Yao was sleeping soundly. She quietly opened the door and saw a faint light coming from the kitchen. Her mother and aunt were already awake and preparing breakfast for the morning.
When they saw her wake up, they blamed her and told her to sleep a little longer.
Before going to bed last night, Old Mrs. Jiang specifically told me that she would be busy in the mountains today, and that she bought some food yesterday, so I should eat something dry this morning to keep myself from getting hungry.
Liu Yuhan took the initiative to take over the task of cooking and asked his mother and aunt to prepare the tools outside. The two of them couldn't refuse and agreed with a smile.
The fire was already lit, and in a pot of dry brown rice was cooking. Liu Yuhan secretly put some white rice in, stirred it, and continued to cook.
In another wok, Liu Yuhan prepared a bowl of watercress. She secretly poured vegetable oil into the wok and added some salt and MSG. By the time the rice was almost done, she had a large bowl of watercress ready.
I took six eggs from the space, cracked them into a bowl, and threw the eggshells back into the space. I quickly beat the eggs, added a little more water, oil, and salt, and steamed them on top of the rice.
Everyone got up one after another.
Today, I'm taking the villagers up the mountain. The family sits together for dinner, each person getting a large bowl of dry rice, the children a little less. When they see eggs, everyone's puzzled. Liu Yuhan explains that they're pheasant eggs he found yesterday and forgot to mention that he'd put several away. Oh, it's so hard to just eat.
The steamed egg mixed with rice was delicious. The rice mixed with the egg was really fragrant. What is this watercress? Although it has a smell, it tastes very good.
The children ignored the brown rice in everyone's bowls, but Old Mrs. Jiang, Auntie and my mother were very sharp-eyed. The three of them were in charge of the kitchen. They knew that there was white rice in the rice, so it was so soft, sticky and fragrant.
But where did the rice come from? Knowing that Liu Yuhan was the cook, although he had some questions in his mind, he did not ask them openly.
Mrs. Liu Jiang thought about the changes in the child over the past few days, and she felt a complicated feeling. Could it be that the old charlatan's words had come true...
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