I turned on the TV and tuned to CCTV; the picture was fairly clear.
With slightly red eyes and a serious expression, the host reminded everyone to keep warm and urged them to stay home as much as possible to avoid accidents.
Interlude: Air travel, railway services, highways, and public transportation have been suspended in various locations.
Aerial footage shows snow disasters in various locations, the number of people affected, and economic losses.
Zuo Ling didn't hear the specific numbers, and even if she did, they weren't accurate.
With such heavy snow, many villages and towns have lost contact, making it impossible to provide timely information feedback.
Switching to the hometown channel, the first thing you see is a face crying miserably; seven out of eight family members have died.
I switched between ten or so satellite TV channels, and heard crying seven or eight times. Everywhere I looked, there were patients, and corpses lying in the snow and ice.
Some people were crying in front of the collapsed houses, some were calling for their children, and some looked helpless, numbly muttering, "It's all destroyed, all destroyed, a lifetime of hard work, all destroyed..."
What's somewhat encouraging is the call from journalists for everyone to unite as one and for humanity to overcome all obstacles.
Zuo Ling noticed that there were very few reports about rural areas, few pictures, few videos, and when there were, they were only mentioned briefly.
This illustrates that heavy snow has blocked roads, making it impossible for journalists to go to rural areas to gather news.
This further illustrates that the snow disaster was more severe in rural areas.
He was transferred to the international news channel.
The host joked in a lighthearted tone that God doesn't favor any particular child, treating them all equally by dumping a big bucket of snow on them all.
Beautiful Country, Fighting Country, Wine Country, Romantic Country, Rose Country, Cherry Blossom Country... Nobody should try to laugh at others; everyone should mind their own business.
I glanced at the weather forecast on my phone; it was -50 degrees Celsius.
The hallway was bustling with footsteps. Looking down from the balcony, I saw seven or eight cars parked at the entrance of the building. New residents had arrived, but I didn't know which family they were from.
Zuo Ling took a shower, set an alarm, rested for two hours, and then got up to cook.
She and the waterfall had noodles for breakfast, which is a tradition on the second day of the Lunar New Year, symbolizing good fortune.
Sauté a little oil and chopped green onions in a pan, then stir-fry the diced Chinese sausage until fragrant.
Crack two eggs and fry one side until golden brown. Scramble the yolks, flip the eggs, add water and a little salt.
Bring water to a boil, add noodles, and cook until they are 80% done. Add a small handful of pea shoots, a sprig of chives, a little pepper and chicken bouillon, and then remove from heat and add minced garlic and sesame oil.
A big bowl of fragrant noodles, shared by one person and one rabbit.
I hope the days to come will go smoothly; only with hope can we keep going.
After finishing our meal, we got back to work.
Five rice cookers were used to cook cured meats, and five electric pressure cookers were used to make braised dishes.
The four gas burners are used to steam xiaolongbao (soup dumplings). The more than 10,000 xiaolongbao I bought from the shop were frozen, and I haven't had time to steam them yet.
Zuo Ling soaked several large plates of soft rice and Xiaozhoushan rice, planning to use two large pots on a wood-fired stove to make bamboo tube rice.
I made three kinds of bamboo tube rice in total.
One type is made of thin bamboo tubes. A little lard is smeared on the inner wall of the bamboo tube, and nothing else is put in except rice and water. The tube is then plugged in and boiled directly in water.
After cooking, it can be eaten plain or with sugar.
First, take a bamboo tube about the thickness of a bowl, soak rice, add green beans, diced shiitake mushrooms, corn kernels, diced carrots, and diced sausage or cured meat. Add salt, chicken essence, light soy sauce, and cooked oil, mix well, add water, seal with bamboo leaves, and steam.
After steaming, add a little oyster sauce and sesame oil, mix well and it's ready to eat.
The last type uses a medium-thick bamboo tube with an opening at the belly.
First, stir-fry the diced Chinese sausage and cured pork to remove the oil. The other side dishes are the same as the second method. Add seasonings and stir-fry until cooked through. Then add rice, mix well, add water, and steam.
This was Zuo Ling's first time making bamboo rice. When buying bamboo tubes, she asked the locals for advice on how to make bamboo rice and chose three methods that she thought were convenient and easy to follow.
The first type is the same as the bamboo rice she bought in Licheng; the taste is comparable.
She made half with soft rice and half with Xiaozhoushan rice, and it was hard to tell which was better; both were delicious.
The second and third types taste very similar.
If you want something oilier, choose the third option; if you want something lighter, choose the second option.
Zuo Ling prefers something lighter.
The third type is too oily, and the oiliness masks the fresh aroma of bamboo. It is also relatively troublesome to prepare.
While steaming bamboo rice, Zuo Ling cleaned dozens of kilograms of ribbonfish.
Fried ribbonfish is delicious, but cleaning it almost made her cry.
Doing them one by one is really troublesome.
I also cut a large bowl of pork belly for frying crispy pork.
The meat was easy to cut, but getting it firm was tiring; luckily, Zuo Ling was very strong.
Although it's tiring, it's acceptable; it's better than cleaning ribbonfish.
After adding oil, salt, and other seasonings, I put the ribbonfish and meat in the refrigerator to marinate. Once everything was done, the second day of the Lunar New Year had passed.
The snow was still falling outside, and the cleared roads were buried again.
After two days without sleep, Zuo Ling couldn't take it anymore. She took a shower and went to bed early.
He jumped onto the bed and rolled into her arms, acting all cute.
I've been so busy that I haven't paid attention to it for two days, and the little guy feels neglected.
The news during the day affected Zuo Ling's mood, and she needed some comforting warmth.
A human and a rabbit, sleeping side by side.
At dawn, Zuo Ling was awakened by the cold.
Knowing that the temperature was going to drop significantly, I laid out several mattresses, and the blankets against my skin were thick and soft, making it very warm to sleep on.
A down comforter is sandwiched between two cotton quilts, one weighing 8 jin (approximately 4 catties) and the other 10 jin (approximately 5 catties).
But she was still awakened by the cold air; the fire in the stove had gone out.
I slapped my forehead. Oh no, I forgot to add coal last night!
The waterfall also woke up, shrinking its body and burrowing into the blankets, refusing to show its head.
She touched the phone for a while, the icy touch making her pull her hand back. After a moment, she picked it up again.
I checked the weather forecast, and it was -60 degrees Celsius, which dropped another 10 degrees.
The outdoor temperature is -60 degrees Celsius, and the indoor temperature is estimated to be -20 degrees Celsius.
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