"No need to ask. My sister fries them for holidays and festivals. And they taste pretty good. She also makes fried bean cakes."
"cake?"
"Those small mung bean cakes, they're fried until crispy and crunchy, and they're often added to potato chips."
"Your sister is really talented! She knows how to cook so many delicious things."
Feng Ran sincerely praised him.
Wang San San scratched his head sheepishly and replied, "My parents are gone. My older sisters have always done the housework and cooked for me since I was little."
"No wonder it tastes so good. Okay, let them come over tomorrow."
"good."
Luckily, there were still some bean sprouts in the space, so they cooked them all. There were also radishes.
Today, Feng Ran found some work for a few men.
Wash the takeout boxes.
The takeout we ate earlier was left over, and Fengran later poured out the remaining soup and liquid. The dirty takeout containers were all piled together and put into a large plastic bag.
It's incredibly dirty.
Feng Ran took out several bottles of dish soap. She boiled water on the stove and then took out several extra-large basins.
"Brother, you and Qi Xie go outside and break off some ice. We'll use the melted ice to wash the first batch of water. Let's save some water."
"good."
"Let's go." Qi Xie nodded.
Next, two people washed the dishes, while the others did the other cleaning.
They worked together very well.
Several large bags of plastic bowls were washed clean.
There are still many disposable bowls and chopsticks that were stockpiled but haven't been used yet. But the apocalypse is unpredictable, and Feng Ran doesn't dare to waste them.
Moreover, many disposable bowls and chopsticks from takeout restaurants are of very good quality. They can be reused after washing several times.
"What's this?"
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