Mo Qianshang rarely gets a break, and she originally wanted to take the children out to play, but unexpectedly, it rained intermittently for several days in a row, so she couldn't go on an autumn outing.
As it was almost time for her to finish school that day, she began to busy herself in the kitchen.
She had soaked the millet during the day, and now she was steaming it on the stove, along with some wheat flour.
Steam the millet until cooked, mix it with wheat flour, and then crack an egg into it.
Mo Qianshang kneaded the contents of the bowl into a dough, then took it out and rolled it out with a rolling pin until it became a thin pancake.
She heated the oil on the stove, cut the large piece of dough into small pieces, and then put them all in when the oil was hot enough.
As soon as it hit the pan, it sizzled and boiled.
The cubes tumbled and rolled in the oil, densely packed like foam, gradually floating above the oil and emitting a pleasant aroma of roasted rice and flour.
Hearing footsteps, Mo Qianshang turned around and saw that it was indeed Xiao Yaoshi who had come back from picking up the children from school, and they were all standing at the entrance of the kitchen.
"Mom, what are you making? It smells so good!"
Qin Zixuan was the most mischievous; he ran straight in, only to be stopped by Mo Qianshang: "It's all oily, go put your schoolbag down before you come over!"
Before Qin Zixuan could speak, Qin Heming pulled his younger brother away. Mo Qianshang scooped out the oil while draining it, then placed it in a basket lined with something.
She listened to the chaotic commotion from the other side of the house for a while, and sure enough, Qin Zixuan was the first to rush over.
"Mom, I've washed my hands, let me see!"
Mo Qianshang glanced at the mischievous boy, took a piece from the basket, and handed it to him after making sure it wasn't too hot: "This is rice crust, have a taste, but it's not tasty right now, don't touch it yet, take it to your mother and leave it on the table for a while."
"Okay!" Qin Zixuan carried the basket and went out with light steps.
He placed the basket on the table and stared at it. Qin Qingyu, sitting next to him, peeked inside and asked, "What's this?"
He sniffed: "It smells quite nice."
Mo Qianshang fried everything and brought it over. All she saw at the table was Xiao Yaoshi. She went to heat up the food, and even Qin Baiyi, who had changed his mask, sat there.
"Mom, is this what we're having for today?" Qin Qianya poked her little head out onto the table, her chubby cheeks so cute that you couldn't help but want to reach out and touch her.
"Of course not, this is not dinner. This is a snack that your mother made for you, called Guoba. You can't eat too much now. After dinner, remember to pack some and take it to Yuru next door."
The younger children nodded, but their eyes were still glued to the rice crust; no one can resist the aroma of fried food.
"You can look all you want, but don't drool over it."
The children couldn't resist teasing her. When they heard her say that, they reached out and touched the corners of their mouths, which made the adults laugh.
"Mom, I'll go get you some bowls and chopsticks."
Qin Heming was different from his younger siblings; he was more composed and capable.
Qin Zixuan couldn't sit still either, and jumped up from his chair: "Then I'll go help serve the dishes!"
Qingyu and Qianya were left sitting opposite each other, staring at the rice crust on the table. Since they hadn't eaten yet, their stomachs were growling.
Mo Qianshang put the rice crust aside to dry, letting them eat first. It would be almost dry by the time they finished eating, and then they could eat it.
Mo Qianshang didn't eat much. After finishing her meal, she was carrying a basket of rice crusts in one hand and a wine jar in the other when she ran into Qin Baiyi.
The two met in the courtyard. Mo Qianshang noticed the way he was looking at her hands and felt a strange sense of being caught red-handed. She awkwardly rubbed her nose with the back of her hand and said, "Um...would you like to have a few drinks together?"
She was just being polite, thinking that Qin Baiyi probably didn't have this hobby, but to her surprise, Qin Baiyi paused and then nodded.
Mo Qianshang was surprised for a moment, then thought for a moment and pointed to her room: "Then let's go to my place."
In Mo Qianshang's room, there was a long couch by the window with a small table in the middle, which was perfect for two people to sit there, talk, and eat.
Qin Baiyi hesitated for a moment, then followed Mo Qianshang into the house. Mo Qianshang turned back and glanced at him, saying, "Don't wear the mask."
The two sat on the edge of the bed. Mo Qianshang opened the window a little, and the cool autumn night breeze gently slid in, making them feel very comfortable.
"Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, is there anything you'd like to eat?"
Mo Qianshang was drinking plum wine, while Qin Baiyi had ordinary white wine on her plate. When she heard Mo Qianshang mention it, Qin Baiyi was clearly taken aback: "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival?!"
Mo Qianshang blinked, then laughed at his surprised expression: "You're really confused. Tomorrow is naturally the Mid-Autumn Festival. Didn't you go to the kitchen just now? Didn't you see what Sister Yao was preparing for tomorrow?"
Qin Baiyi naturally saw it, but he thought Mo Qianshang was making some food or snacks again, so he only glanced at it.
Mo Qianshang rarely gets drunk, but her cheeks will turn slightly red if she drinks too much: "Speaking of which, I didn't think to ask you, don't you have anywhere to go back for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
Qin Baiyi lowered his eyes and gently shook his head: "No."
Seeing that he hadn't poured any wine for a while, Mo Qianshang poured some of her plum wine over: "Here, you've never tried this before, have you? Try it... In that case, why don't you stay here with us?"
From someone's room, the sound of children's laughter drifted over. Mo Qianshang and Qin Baiyi turned their heads together, revealing knowing smiles on their faces.
The next morning, Mo Qianshang only went to the street to buy some things, but she already felt the festive atmosphere of the upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is a very grand festival. Even though most people are shrouded in the shadow of conscription during this festive season, there is still an atmosphere of national celebration.
Especially the carefree children, even those who don't usually leave home, are often taken out to play on the streets during the day. In the county town, many stalls that are not usually seen appear here early in the morning.
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the academy is giving everyone a day off.
Mo Qianshang craves crabs every year around this time, but she had inquired a few days ago and couldn't find any crabs near the county town. She also asked Liao Ping, who had hardly ever seen any either.
这个时节，街上的果子倒是很多，但基本都是野果，好吃的很少。
墨千裳带着孩子们买了些吃食，实际上是借机会兑换了一些系统里的东西。
比如干果和水果，还有糖果和点心，早早的就被她放在桌子上，孩子们都不敢多吃，但总是探头探脑的看着。
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