In the two troughs next to it were newly sprouted chives. Speaking of chives, she had transplanted them from her space. She didn't know when they had gotten in there, but they were growing quite well. She couldn't possibly think Qin Qinghuai was blind and cut them off right on the ground in her space, then transplant them out with the roots still attached.
Even so, she was extra careful those few days, afraid that the man would notice this thing. After all, it takes time for anyone to grow vegetables. But she didn't know if Qin Qinghuai really didn't see it, or if he saw it but pretended not to know. Anyway, he didn't ask.
He didn't ask, and simply pretended nothing was wrong.
These days, the chives are growing quite well, a tender green, and it looks like we can eat the first batch right away. Thinking about this, Jian Dan's mood improved even more.
"Stir-fried eggs with chives? Or chive and shrimp dumplings?"
"Alas, it's a pity the shrimp can't be seen by people, otherwise..."
Thinking about it like that, I couldn't help but drool.
In recent years, she has had no shortage of meat, whether openly or secretly, but seafood is the only thing that the base has not farmed. The stock in her space is also very limited, the kind that is gone as soon as she eats it.
These past few years, she's only been able to satisfy her cravings when she really wants them.
The shrimp were alright, a little bit better. There were no fresh ones, but she didn't mind if they were frozen.
Thinking about the shrimp in today's noodles, these shrimp meats probably aren't that much, right?
Look at the chives, although they're a bit tender, they're definitely edible enough for just the two of us.
Without further ado, I got up, grabbed a knife, carefully cut off a handful, washed it, and let it dry.
Then fry the eggs and knead the dough.
Once the eggs have cooled, add the chopped chives and the thawed shrimp. To be honest, even in the dead of winter, the flavor is incredibly fresh and delicious, as they say here.
As dusk fell, Qin Qinghuai braved the north wind and parted ways with the others. Upon entering the house, he was greeted by a fresh scent that seemed out of place for the season. Without thinking twice, he slammed the door shut. Watching the steam rising from the kitchen, he forgot everything else and his steps became lighter.
He took off his still-chilly cotton-padded coat and threw it inside, then rolled up his sleeves and headed to the kitchen.
"What delicious food did you make? I can smell the aroma."
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