"Okay, then you help me start the fire."
It's easy to see that this child is a carnivore. If there's no meat, she'll only choose oily and flavorful dishes. If there's another option, she won't even consider bland food.
Knowing that she couldn't eat meat in the morning, she chose a flavorful dumpling soup with oil instead of a bland porridge—what a clever idea!
However, this dumpling soup is made with refined grains, and it contains oil and salt, so the villagers really can't bear to part with it. If they have any white flour, they will definitely save it to make dumplings for the New Year to improve their lives.
He simply tapped the little girl's forehead.
"You're quite picky? If you were in another family, they wouldn't be able to afford to support you."
"hey-hey,"
The little girl obviously knew that the other kids in the village said they ate cornbread and wild vegetables, and they couldn't even eat their fill, let alone snacks, fruits, or meat every day.
Simple doesn't mean anything by it; it's just based on what Sheng Zhiyuan told her. The little girl could eat meat as her main meal without any problem. Besides, her family is so wealthy that raising a little girl would be a piece of cake.
The two sisters ate breakfast laughing and joking, while the rain outside continued to drizzle. Jian Xin's little face was all wrinkled up, almost like a little bun.
Standing at the doorway, he sighed like a little adult.
"Sigh, looks like I can't go out today."
"What, do we really have to go today? No, do we really have to go today?"
"But I also want to bring the comic book to show her; I'm sure she'll like it."
Well, her little girl is quite kind-hearted!
"Really? But it's raining so hard outside, what should we do?"
After staring at the rain outside for a long time, Jian Xin said quietly,
"Sister, when will this rain stop?"
Judging from her appearance, she probably doesn't have the energy to do anything else.
"Which book are you planning to show to Sister Xiaohua? Why don't you read one first, and then you can tell her about it after the rain stops, right?"
"Yes, but I also want to show my book to Sister Xiaohua."
So, Jian Dan mimicked her tone and shrugged.
"But what should we do then?"
The child was a clean person, and in the end, he didn't say he wanted to go out in the rain. Instead, he stayed on the kang (a heated brick bed) eating snacks and reading picture books for a short time. At first, the child was thinking about it, but as he read, he forgot all about his little flower sister and buried himself in the book.
Even Jian Dan still doesn't know if the child is matching pictures with words or words with pictures, but he seems to understand both and keeps giggling to himself.
Jian Dan was also busy. She aired out and watered the seedlings growing in the east room, and then prepared to steam dry food. The first busy season of the year for farmers was about to begin. According to last year's situation, when things got busy, there was really no time to cook fresh food.
Springtime isn't too hot yet, so people probably don't take a midday break. They bring their own food to work in the morning, grab a bite in the fields at noon, and then continue working.
Some families send someone back to cook, and then deliver the food to the fields.
For simple reasons, neither approach is suitable, especially since there's still a little one to feed. While you're at work, you can leave the child at home or accompany them to the fields, but you can't treat a child's meals like adults do.
She couldn't just take things out of the field in broad daylight, in front of everyone.
After thinking it over, she decided that no matter what, these things should be prepared in advance. She would definitely make sure the child ate a meal when there was time, but if time was tight and the task was heavy, she could make do with a steamed bun.
So this time I can't make all white flour steamed buns. I'll make a few for the kids, and the rest will be cornmeal steamed buns, which will be golden yellow and probably make people's mouths water.
I rummaged through the inventory and found some sorghum flour. I forgot when I traded it with someone. It happened to be mixed with cornmeal, and the color immediately became much duller and less eye-catching than pure cornmeal.
They're all refined grains, and they stay soft and fluffy even when they're cold.
However, even if it doesn't look very appealing, it's just for show. After all, it's for my own consumption, so the taste definitely won't be compromised. I added plenty of milk and sugar, and as soon as it was boiled, the sweet aroma attracted even the children who were reading.
As soon as the pot was opened, the little girl came running out, clutching a comic book in her hand, her shoes still on, her short hair all messy.
"Sister, what delicious food did you make? It smells so good!"
He simply laughed and cursed first.
"You dog nose, how come it works so well?"
Move back a bit, don't burn yourself, wait for the heat to dissipate.
The little girl obediently took a few steps back, but she still couldn't resist peeking out.
"Sister, what's that delicious? It looks sweet!"
The pot lid was placed upright on the inside of the stove, and the rising steam dissipated with the wind blowing in from the doorway, revealing the reddish-brown steamed buns inside the pot.
Yes, this time they've all been made into the shape of steamed buns, so they're not as dry when you bite into them. Plus, if you have vegetables inside, you can just flip them over and put the vegetables in.
Compared to the multigrain buns of later generations, it was only missing a broth.
I picked one up with chopsticks and placed it on the curtain.
"Eat it when it gets cold."
The little girl tilted her head and looked at it several times. Why is this color?
The little nose even brought it closer to smell, confirming that the sweet scent was coming from there. Then it turned around, went back into the house to return the book, washed its hands, and came back to carefully touch it. Hey? It's not hot anymore.
Only then did I pick it up and begin to taste it.
"Wow! It's sweet, sister, it really is sweet, it's so delicious! Is this... cornbread? How can it taste so good?"
He turned the cornbread over and over several times, but still couldn't see anything different about it. Jian Dan watched from the side, laughing uncontrollably; it was so much fun.
On this day, after having a child, she was overwhelmed with a sense of accomplishment from this mindless praise, and her face became much more wrinkled, all from her smile.
After steaming these adulterated cornbreads, thank goodness, the sun came out.
Jian Xin immediately cheered with joy.
"It's sunny now, it's not raining anymore."
He then stared at the brief answer.
"elder sister,"
"Fine, fine, fine," Jian Dan couldn't stand this.
"Go on, go on! Put on your boots, or the mud will get all over your shoes!"
The little rain boots were brought back by Cheng Chao when he went out. I don't know if he bought them or if it was that missing uncle who bought them, but the child likes them very much.
The rural roads are all dirt roads, full of potholes. When it rains, they become muddy and wet. It's quite practical for a girl who likes to be clean.
Upon seeing that it was simple and easy for Dan Ying to accept, she agreed even more readily.
"I'm going to find the boots, and then I'll deliver a book to Sister Xiaohua. I'll be right back."
I was anxious in the morning, but I calmed down by the end of the day.
"Okay, go ahead."
It's simple and there's nothing to worry about; the village's safety is guaranteed.
Moreover, nowadays, whenever the child goes out alone, there are always one or two dogs following along, which is simple and worry-free.
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