Song Zhi's gaze gradually fell on Rong Zhengqing, who was helping out. Seeing the coldness in her eyes, Rong Zhengqing looked easy to get along with, but in fact, she was not an easy person to deal with.
Song Ruanruan won't gain any advantage if she goes against her.
Song Zhi narrowed his eyes, a hint of interest in them. The days ahead would probably be very exciting.
"Song Zhi, can you make a fire?" Nie Jinmei rolled up her sleeves and turned to ask Song Zhi.
Song Zhi shook his head awkwardly.
She is the only one who has never done housework at home. In her previous life, she had hardly ever been into the kitchen.
She had the theoretical knowledge, but she had never put it into practice.
She squatted down and took a small bundle of dry firewood from the side and said to Nie Jinmei.
"But you can teach me. I learn quickly."
"good."
Nie Jinmei was not surprised. She could see that Song Zhi was also a young lady from a well-off family, so it was normal that she had never been in the kitchen.
She patiently taught Song Zhi how to make a fire.
"First, arrange the dry wood into a well shape, leaving some space in the middle so it will catch fire easily. Then, there are some corn cobs over there. Light them up and put them in. Throw in a few more and it will catch fire in a few moments."
Song Zhi followed her instructions and soon had the fire lit.
"Let's have dumpling soup today. I'll stir-fry some pork belly and heat up two sugar cakes. How about that?"
Nie Jinmei took a look at their ingredients, decided what to cook, and then turned to ask Song Zhi for her opinion.
"good."
Song Zhi can't cook, so naturally she's not picky either. She eats whatever Nie Jinmei cooks.
The dumpling soup is simple to make. Today, she happened to have bought tomatoes and eggs, so Nie Jinmei cut a tomato, put it in the pot, stir-fried it for a few times, and then added water.
Then he took another basin, poured some flour in, added some water and stirred it into dough balls.
After the tomato soup in the pot boiled, she poured the noodles in while stirring, then quickly beat two eggs and added some green leafy vegetables.
After a while, a pot of fragrant tomato and egg dumpling soup was ready.
After pouring the dumpling soup into an iron basin, Nie Jinmei quickly fried some pork belly and heated up the sugar cakes.
Song Zhi was standing by the stove, smelling the aroma of the dumpling soup and couldn't help but sniff.
"It looks delicious, your cooking skills are amazing!"
She praised sincerely.
I thought Nie Jinmei's cooking skills were just so-so, but I didn't expect her cooking skills were really good.
Song Zhi looked at the big bowl of dumpling soup. With the appetites of the two of them, they definitely couldn't finish it.
"If there is any leftover dumpling soup, can you sell it to me?" She hesitated for a moment, but still asked Nie Jinmei.
Nie Jinmei was serving the dishes. Upon hearing this, she waved her hand and said nonchalantly, "Friends, what do you say between buying or not? I'll eat one bowl and give you the rest."
"Then I'll mix the remaining flour and we can steam some meat buns." Nie Jinmei's eyes lit up and she immediately suggested.
They bought a total of five pounds of Fuqiang flour, used about one pound to make dumpling soup, and Nie Jinmei planned to make buns with the remaining four pounds.
"Okay, we just bought a lot of meat. It won't spoil easily if made into meat buns, and they can be eaten after steaming. When we go to work, we won't have time to cook, so it will be more convenient."
Song Zhi had no objection and nodded in agreement.
Only after obtaining Song Zhi's consent did Nie Jinmei quickly agree to meet him.
The dough for making buns needs to ferment, so they can eat during this time.
The two were too lazy to go back to the dormitory and had lunch directly in the kitchen.
Although Song Zhi can't cook, he can still chop meat filling.
"I'll chop the meat, you go roll the dough."
"Okay, wait until you've chopped it up, and I'll make the stuffing."
Nie Jinmei nodded and started rolling out the bun wrappers.
She was very skilled at rolling out the dough and quickly finished the bun wrappers. Song Zhi had also chopped the meat filling.
Song Zhi didn't know how to make dumplings, but she followed Nie Jinmei's example. As a result, Nie Jinmei's dumplings had thin skin, large fillings and looked very beautiful, while hers even looked like garlic dolls, with a cut on the top.
"It's very good that you made dumplings like this for the first time. The first time I made dumplings, I was much worse than you." Nie Jinmei comforted.
Song Zhi pursed her lips, smiled bitterly and said, "Don't comfort me."
She was afraid that her plan would be exposed and would end up making things worse, so she simply stopped working and just watched over Nie Jinmei.
Four pounds of flour were used to make more than forty big buns.
The two of them worked for two hours before they finished steaming the buns.
As soon as the fragrant buns came out of the pot, they attracted the greedy eyes of many educated youth.
The two of them quickly put the buns away.
"Put it in your room. I have a Song Ruanruan in my room." Nie Jinmei offered.
Song Zhi had no objection. After all, the two of them bought the pot together and basically ate together from then on.
After cleaning up, Nie Jinmei patted her sore arms and sat down on Song Zhi's bed to take a good rest.
The next second, her eyes widened in surprise.
"Song Zhi, your bed is so soft and comfortable. What did you put underneath?"
As she spoke, she tentatively patted Song Zhi's bed. The soft touch was so comfortable.
Nie Jinmei couldn't help but feel envious when she thought about how she had to sleep on that hard bed all day and had a sore back.
"This is a mattress made by my father's factory." Song Zhi explained, and then said, "If you like it, I'll give you one next time I have the chance."
"Okay, thank you then." Nie Jinmei responded happily.
I saw Song Zhi put the leftover dumpling soup they had in the evening into a large ceramic cup, and then took ten meat buns and stuffed them into two large lunch boxes.
"I'll give you ten less then." Song Zhi said after noticing Nie Jinmei's gaze.
As she spoke, she took out the medicine that Tang Junhe had given her a few days ago from the cabinet and threw it into her small floral cloth bag.
The stuff in the military area is better and should be very useful for treating minor injuries.
After packing up everything, Song Zhi was about to go out carrying a bulging floral bag.
Nie Jinmei asked hurriedly, "Are you going to look for those three kids?"
Song Zhi nodded: "It's still early, I'll go over and take a look."
It was still early, and she thought of Dabao and the others with bruised faces and noses, so she wanted to go and take a look.
"I have nothing to do, so I'll go with you." Nie Jinmei quickly stood up and asked her to wait while she went back to pack up.
She returned to her room, thought of the three pitiful-looking children, and took out a bag of crispy candies she had just bought today.
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