Chapter 127 Is She a Strongman?
That's it.
Song Qingqian spent the entire morning teaching Jiang Rou how to make patterns, draw patterns and cut patterns. She demonstrated everything.
Waited until noon.
The situation is reversed.
Jiang Rou was startled when she walked into Song Qingqian's kitchen.
This...this...this...isn’t this too messy?
Song Qingqian tidied the whole house, making it neat and clean everywhere, but the kitchen was the only mess.
The arrogant young lady stood aside with an embarrassed look on her face.
It's like a student whose teacher is checking his homework and finds out that he doesn't have a backpack.
However, it was impossible for Song Qingqian to bow her head.
She pursed her lips and said, "I have never learned this since I was a child. I don't know how to do this."
Jiang Rou put away her surprised expression.
"It doesn't matter. You can't cook, I can't make clothes, everyone has something they are not good at. As long as you learn, you will be able to do it in the future."
She encouraged.
Get started.
There isn't much in the kitchen.
The reason why it looked messy was that Song Qingqian didn't know how to deal with the coal ash from the iron pot, nor did he know how to deal with the charcoal after burning, and he didn't know how to arrange the firewood.
After using the iron pot of the stove, a layer of coal ash will be left at the bottom of the pot.
As the number of uses increases, the soot will accumulate and become thicker.
Iron pots need to be cleaned regularly.
If it is not handled, some black coal ash will be produced when cooking.
Jiang Rou looked around and understood the basic situation.
The first thing she did was to take the pot off the stove.
She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her slender white arms, and grasped both sides of the wok.
then.
Then raise your hand.
Song Qingqian's eyes suddenly widened.
The narrow and long red phoenix eyes are about to turn into round copper bell eyes.
Jiang Rou, she...she...is she a strongman?
Or did you eat some canned spinach?
Song Qingqian absurdly recalled the foreign comics he had read before.
But Jiang Rou just held the iron pot so easily.
She turned the iron pot over, holding the pot in one hand and the kitchen knife in the other.
Use the back of a kitchen knife to vigorously scrape the bottom of the iron pot.
There was a tearing sound.
A thick layer of black coal ash fell down.
Jiang Rou explained carefully.
"The stove uses firewood, which is different from the coal stoves used in the city. Firewood is particularly prone to producing coal ash, which must be handled regularly. This is a physical job, and you can't do it normally if you are not strong enough. When you need to do it, just ask Captain He to help you. He will definitely be happy to do it."
The crackling sound never stopped.
Jiang Rou also used the strength of her wrist to slowly turn the large iron pot and scraped the entire bottom of the pot.
A thick layer of black coal dust fell on the ground.
"These are all charcoal ash. You can spread them on the flowerbed. They can be used as fertilizer. Don't waste them."
"……I see."
Song Qingqian listened carefully and memorized it silently.
As the sound of Jiang Rou tidying up the kitchen was heard, Zhou Xiaochuan and Zhou Xiaohua stopped playing games and came over to help.
Song Qingqian looked at the two children, followed Jiang Rou closely, and did some small things in an orderly manner.
As an adult, she could only stand there at a loss.
Song Qingqian bit her lip and finally spoke
"Um...what should I do?"
"Wash the dishes. There seems to be some dust on them just now. Wash them again. We will use them for cooking later."
"good."
Song Qingqian answered loudly, excitedly.
She finally had something she could help with, and she was so excited that she even forgot about her upbringing as a rich lady, and her voice became louder.
When Jiang Rou heard this, she looked up at Song Qingqian.
Zhou Xiaohua and Zhou Xiaochuan on the side also turned their heads and looked at Song Qingqian with their bright eyes.
Song Qingqian, who had finally breathed a sigh of relief, was again startled and nervous by the looks of the mother and her two children.
Fortunately, Jiang Rou said nothing.
She just smiled and lowered her head.
"Keep working, once you're done with this, we can make lunch."
The thought of the delicious lunch gives me more energy when I work.
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Half an hour later.
The small kitchen looks brand new.
Jiang Rou also changed some of the furnishings and layout in the small kitchen, placing the pots, bowls, and pans in places where they were less likely to be covered in dust.
On the stove, there are various seasonings that can be easily picked up.
After a busy period, the four of them had beads of sweat on their foreheads.
It was noon on the island, the sun was shining brightly, the temperature was high, and the small kitchen was stuffy.
Jiang Rou wiped the sweat off her face, her brows slightly wrinkled.
Because... there is no food.
In the entire kitchen, apart from some rice and flour, the only thing that could be considered an ingredient was a basket of potatoes.
Jiang Rou asked Song Qingqian.
"What do you usually eat for lunch?"
"Steamed bun."
“Can you make steamed buns?”
"I didn't do it. He brought it back from the cafeteria."
"Don't you cook?"
"If it's not cooked well, it's a waste of food."
After a few words, Jiang Rou finally understood what kind of life Song Qingqian had been leading over the past six months.
Song Qingqian probably felt that it was not very good either, so he added a sentence.
"Sometimes he would come back with food from the army canteen. It was good to have steamed buns to eat, and it would fill you up."
With these words, Song Qingqian was not trying to make up for her own life, but more like she was trying to make up for He Donglai.
It is true that Song Qingqian has the manners of a young lady who cannot let go, but she is also extremely pragmatic in this regard.
In this day and age, she is happier than many people just because she has enough food to eat, is alive, and has a yard of her own.
Therefore, Song Qingqian never resented the people around him or the past.
Everyone is dust under the tide of the times.
She lives her life in such a proud and down-to-earth way.
This is also what Jiang Rou admires about Song Qingqian.
She thought about it and spoke out.
"Since we only have potatoes, let's have a potato feast for lunch."
Who said potatoes can only be made into shredded potatoes with vinegar?
Jiang Rou is going to make rich and delicious dishes!
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【Chatting time】
I read a report when I was very young.
It tells the story of an old lady who insisted on drinking afternoon tea every afternoon since she went to the countryside.
This was her habit in the city, but she still persisted in it silently when she moved to the countryside where conditions were poor.
Afternoon tea can be a delicate and beautiful snack, or it can be just a cookie or a piece of steamed bread.
It can be Earl Grey tea from the UK, or just a glass of water without any tea leaves.
The report at the time also included a photo of an old lady wearing simple clothes and drinking afternoon tea with a big smile.
Later, even when the old lady's hair turned gray, she still persisted.
Song Qingqian's spiritual core is just like that old lady.
She did not change her heart because of the change in environment.
In the future, Jiang Rou and I will integrate more into the surrounding environment.