A lot of cotton was planted in the space. Jiang Zhining planted it patiently and completed most of the procedures personally before leaving the space and returning to the real world.
As soon as I got up, I saw Song Chen sitting in the main room reading a book. It was a bit cold in winter, so Song Chen lit a charcoal fire to keep warm.
But he only put one coal, so it wasn't very warm.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhining walked forward and added another charcoal fire.
"No need, it's already warm enough like this." Song Chen quickly stopped him.
"Of course you need to create good conditions to read so that you can keep warm." Jiang Zhining said truthfully.
As the charcoal fire grew, Song Chen felt warmer.
"Thank you, Mom." Song Chen thanked her.
After spending a few days together, Song Chen had gotten used to calling her mother.
"You're welcome." Jiang Zhining replied with a chuckle, "Have you had lunch?"
"I ate sweet potatoes."
Jiang Zhining's mouth twitched: "Why do you like sweet potatoes so much?"
"I'm used to it." Song Chen replied calmly, "I used to eat sweet potatoes often back home."
His expression was calm, but Jiang Zhining could glimpse his past from these words.
Jiang Zhining stroked his short hair and said with a smile, "You also said that, that's in my hometown, not here. I'm such a good cook, of course I have to show off my skills."
Hearing her words, Song Chen's eyelashes trembled.
"Is there anything you want to eat?"
Song Chen thought about it and finally shook his head.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhining tapped her chin and thought for a moment: "Well, I remember we have flour at home, so I'll make you scallion pancakes."
As she spoke, Jiang Zhining walked towards the kitchen, not forgetting to remind her: "Read your book carefully, you'll be able to eat soon."
In the kitchen, Jiang Zhining prepared the ingredients in order: flour, green onions, cold water, boiling water, and oil.
Jiang Zhining first put the flour into a large bowl, added boiling water, and stirred it evenly with chopsticks to make it into snowflake shape.
Add cold water and knead the flour with your hands until the surface is smooth. Then let the dough sit until it has about doubled in volume.
While waiting, Jiang Zhining washed the green onions and cut them into chopped green onions.
After the dough has fermented, roll it into long strips, then divide it into small pieces of dough of about 25 grams and roll them into strips. Flatten them on a pressing board and then roll them into thin sheets.
Brush a layer of oil and sprinkle some salt on it, then sprinkle some chopped green onions and brush it evenly. Fold it from front to back, like folding a fan.
Finally, fold it into long strips about 1 cm thick.
Then roll it into a long strip and tie a slipknot. Flatten it slightly with your hands and use a rolling pin to roll it into a dough about 0.5 cm thick.
Finally, take a pan, heat it on low heat, pour in oil, put in the pancakes, and fry on both sides until golden brown.
Song Chen was reading seriously at first, but he was attracted by the fragrance in the air and couldn't concentrate on reading.
Two minutes later, Jiang Zhining came over with a fragrant scallion pancake.
"Try the scallion pancakes I made. Eat them while they're hot. They're crispy and fragrant." Jiang Zhining's eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Song Chen looked at the beautiful color, nodded, and was about to grab it with his hand when he was patted by someone.
"Use chopsticks, or you'll burn your hands."
Song Chen scratched his head embarrassedly, then stood up and obediently went to pick up the chopsticks.
Picking up the scallion pancake, Song Chen took a bite, and the crispy taste came with the fragrance of scallions.
"It's delicious." Song Chen's eyes lit up.
"These are all yours." Jiang Zhining said with a smile, "Scallion pancakes are simple and good to eat occasionally. The method of making them is also simple. I will teach you when I have time. If I can't get up in the morning, you can also make them for me."
"good."
Song Chen felt warm in his heart as he ate the scallion pancakes Jiang Zhining made specially for him.
He suddenly felt that perhaps one day he would be able to forget those eight dark years.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Jiang Zhining prepared to go out.
"Song Chen, I have nothing else to do, so I'll go out first. You read a book for a while, and remember to lie down on the bed." Jiang Zhining put on a red wool coat, casually tidied her long hair, and reminded.
"Okay." Song Chen responded, "It's cold outside, wear more clothes."
Jiang Zhining's eyes curved: "I know, the considerate Song Chen is more adorable."
Song Chen's face softened in embarrassment.
Jiang Zhining picked up her bag and walked out.
When we arrived outside the military compound, we saw a car waiting there.
Seeing her, Shen Xuesong got out of the car.
"Sorry, Teacher Shen, I kept you waiting for so long." Jiang Zhining said embarrassedly.
"It's okay, I just got here too." Shen Xuesong responded gently, "I really have to trouble Miss Jiang to make this trip today."
"It's just a piece of cake." Jiang Zhining responded with a smile.
"Then let's go." Shen Xuesong said, opening the car door gentlemanly.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhining nodded and got into the car.
The car moved forward, and Jiang Zhining and Shen Xuesong remained silent.
Shen Xuesong didn't know what to talk about, while Jiang Zhining was nervous because he was too similar to the senior she had a crush on, and she felt uneasy deep in her soul.
The car quickly arrived at Shen's house. Shen Xuesong got out first and opened the door for her.
"Thank you." Jiang Zhining said politely.
"Miss Jiang, you are too polite." Shen Xuesong said with a smile.
Then, the two of them walked into the house together.
As Jiang Zhining walked into the Shen family’s gate, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.
She guessed that the Shen family was well-off, but when she actually saw the exquisite and luxurious small Western-style building in front of her, she was still a little surprised.
The Shen family is probably a famous and prestigious family in the north city.
Recalling the plot of the book, she remembered that it was mentioned in the book that the richest man in China seemed to be named Shen.
Could it be that the Shen family is the first family mentioned in the book?
Jiang Zhining put all her thoughts aside and continued walking inside.
When I walked into the entrance hall, I saw several people sitting inside.
Shen Liqing turned around and saw her, her eyes full of smiles: "The girl is here."
Jiang Zhining walked forward and politely greeted Shen Liqing and the kind old woman sitting on the sofa: "Hello, auntie, hello, old lady."
Madam Shen looked at Jiang Zhining with a loving smile on her face: "Are you the girl my daughter mentioned who is good at making snacks?"
Jiang Zhining smiled faintly: "I can't say I'm very good at it, it's just that practice makes perfect."
Seeing her polite conversation, the old lady said admiringly, "Li Qing doesn't praise people easily, but the little girl looks well-educated and well-mannered. She is a good girl. The pastry you made is really well-made. You put a lot of thought into it."
The pastries Jiang Zhining made last time were obviously made with great care.
Not only does it taste good, it is also soft and easy to digest, so that this old woman can enjoy it.
"The old lady and I are destined to meet. It's my honor that you like me." Jiang Zhining said with a smile.
"Miss, our Shen family will not let you suffer any loss. The fee will not be small."
"Auntie, you're too polite. Teacher Shen and I are friends. It's just a small favor. If you want to pay me, I won't teach you."
Hearing this, Shen Xuesong smiled and said, "Since Miss Jiang said so, we won't pay. I'll treat Miss Jiang to a meal later."
Jiang Zhining responded readily, "Okay."
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