There are many people in the family, and it is impossible to cook enough for everyone at once. The rest is left to Lu A'mo. He imitates Lin Mo's movements and starts to do it in a professional manner.
Lin Mo took the Lin brothers and ate in the main hall, each with a bowl.
"Third brother, what kind of noodles is this?" Lin Wu held the large bowl and ate so much that he couldn't even lift his head, but he didn't forget to ask Lin Mo.
Lin Mo took a big sip, swallowed it with satisfaction, and then said slowly: "It can be considered as braised noodles. I just made it casually, so I don't have any name. If you like it, we can continue to eat noodles tomorrow morning."
Lin Wu immediately looked up and nodded frantically at Lin Mo. The Lin family had not eaten noodles very often before. The few times they ate noodles were after the autumn harvest when they bought some to satisfy their cravings. However, they usually bought dry noodles made by others using coarse grains mixed with rice and flour. This was the first time they had eaten noodles made from the chewy and fine rice flour.
"Amo, Amo, the noodles you made are so delicious, so soft and smooth, and the soup is so tasty too!"
Lin Wen drank the noodle soup contentedly, his cheeks bulging and his mouth shiny red from being soaked in oil. He was small, but he sat on the doorstep holding a bowl as big as his face, as happy as a little hamster.
The recipe for this noodle is really simple, but because the Lin brothers used to eat so poorly, this bowl of noodles seems luxurious.
The broth of this noodle is sweet, and because of the addition of mushrooms, it has a light and fresh taste. The stewed臊子 is salty and sweet, with alternating fat and lean meat, and the marinade is rich and fragrant. After stirring, the diced meat is sandwiched between the layers of noodles and is well soaked in the noodles. Every bite is full of meaty aroma and sweet juice.
"It's so delicious. If it weren't for the fact that the bet is too full, I really want to eat another big bowl." Lin Wu smacked his lips.
He was eating dry noodles, and the meat sauce was blended into the noodles. Apart from the noodles, the meat residue at the bottom of the bowl was licked clean by him.
Lin Wu's appetite is the only one in the family that can rival Lin Mo's. Lin Mo wants to gain weight so that he can build muscle. There is no protein powder or anything like that in this world for him to eat, so he can only increase his appetite. Otherwise, according to the original owner's appetite of only eating a few small bites per meal, it would be a rare opportunity for him not to starve to death.
Lin Wu eats a lot because he is growing and he also exercises a lot on weekdays. People say that this little boy eats his father to death, but a bowl of noodles is more than enough for a meal. In order to prevent Lin Wu from upset his stomach, Lin Mo quickly waved his hand.
"It's not like we'll stop eating after this meal. Take it easy. If you want to eat, ask Aunt Lu to make it for you tomorrow."
Lin Sheng also put down his chopsticks at this time and joked, "The amount you eat is enough for Ah Wen and I to have two meals. I don't know how your small belly can hold it all."
Lin Wu scratched his head awkwardly. He was just joking. If he really wanted another bowl, he wouldn't be able to finish it.
The family in the house were chatting and laughing, while the rain outside continued to fall. When the mountain wind blew, the rain slanted into the eaves, and occasionally some of it would blow onto Lin Wen who was standing at the doorstep.
The little guy immediately became excited after being caught in the rain, and stretched out his little hands to catch the rain outside. If Lin Sheng hadn't stopped him, he would have run out to play in the rain.
After breakfast, the family relaxed. Lin Sheng was a restless person, so he took Lao Gu and his wife to peel the lentils that were brought into the main room. Lin Wu, who was also childish, took Lin Wen and Tuanzi to see the busy ants under the eaves.
Lin Mo slumped in the chair, his eyes passing through the wind and rain to look at the green mountains and forests in the distance. The sound of dripping rain made the memories of the past seem to settle down. The sound of the dripping rain seemed to pull him into a clear world. The whole world seemed exceptionally quiet in the rain.
The fragrant fishy smell created by the collision of rain and soil filled the entire air. The extreme comfort and freshness made Lin Mo's vision gradually blurred. This green, clear and refreshing world was completely different from the world full of ravines that was always dark in his memory.
He exhaled deeply, his distant gaze retracted, resting on Su Mu's stern and serious face. The corners of his mouth curled up, and his heart felt full. Listening to his own abnormally rapid heartbeat, Lin Mo truly felt that he belonged here...
"What are you doing?"
Su Mu was stunned. Seeing Lin Mo approaching, his ears couldn't help but turn red. He forced a smile and said, "A few days ago, I cut some bamboo in the back mountain. I wanted to weave some baskets to store things, but I was too busy to do it. I thought I'd make some bamboo baskets today since it's raining and I have nothing to do."
In fact, weaving baskets was only one of his reasons. He wanted to weave some small things to give to Lin Mo. He and Lin Mo had expressed their feelings to each other, and Lin Mo had given him a gift, so he should also give Lin Mo a gift.
Logically, he should have embroidered a sachet or purse for Lin Mo like other girls and boys, so that Lin Mo could keep it close to her. However, he had been doing rough work since he was a child, and his mother did not allow him to touch needlework or embroidery, let alone learn it.
He didn't even have enough copper coins to buy some colored thread, let alone buy something for Lin Mo. After thinking about it, he could only weave some things for Lin Mo. Fortunately, his mother was reluctant to spend money to buy a winnowing basket and sieve when he was a child, so she let him learn from his uncle in the village for a while.
That uncle can not only weave the bamboo baskets commonly used at home, but also some strange little toys. After he learned it, when he saw the little animals he liked, he could also weave them by thinking about it. He hoped that when he gave it to Lin Mo, he would like it.
"There really aren't any usable baskets at home. I'll help you make a few, and I'll use them to soak bean sprouts."
Lin Mo took the bamboo with great interest, picked up the hatchet and started to cut it. Most of the villagers knew how to weave bamboo baskets. Some of those who were skillful and quick could even weave some backpacks and winnowing baskets to send to the town to exchange for money. However, Lin Mo did not know how to weave these.
However, the original owner would weave these things when he stayed at home all year round with nothing to do. The backpacks used at home now were all woven by the original owner. Lin Mo still had the memory, and although he couldn't say that he could weave them, he still knew the general steps and methods.
"Let's sit closer to the door. We just got caught in the rain and our hair isn't completely dry yet. The wind is strong outside and it will dry in no time."
Lin Mo moved the things to the door, and the two began to work at the door. The raindrops hit the bottom of the eaves. Lin Mo was responsible for chopping bamboo, while Su Mu was quietly weaving a bamboo basket.
There were still tiny pieces of barbed debris on the split bamboo strips. Lin Mo was worried at first that Su Mu would get his hand pricked, but after looking at him several times, the little guy didn't feel anything at all.
The rough little thorns could not penetrate the calluses on his hands at all. Occasionally, a few sharper ones would pierce into his hands, but he could pull them out without batting an eyelid and continue weaving skillfully.
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