Chapter 112: Frowning, a plan comes to mind
"Then what should we do? We can't carry it with us, right? That would be even more unsafe." Kang Mingyuan was also worried, and he had no other choice.
"How about we put it in Momo's place? I think she's good at hiding things. Look, she hides bacon and other things. Tang Xinmei often goes to her room and has never seen anything." Han frowned and came up with a plan.
"Ask her tomorrow if she's willing to keep it for us." Kang Mingyuan thought for a moment and said, although he didn't want to add to her burden, in this emergency, he had to do what was convenient.
Qiao Mo didn't know that Han Yimo had given her another task. When she woke up from her meditation, it was already nine o'clock. She released her spiritual sense to scan the educated youth point. Seeing that everyone had turned off the lights and rested, she slipped into the space.
She first went to the bungalow to take out a piece of bacon, a cured chicken, a pound of fermented black beans, and a handful of dried red peppers, and went to the kitchen of the wooden house to wash them.
Separate the fat and lean meat in the bacon, cut them into thin slices, cut the fat into dice, chop the lean meat into paste, chop the bacon chicken into small pieces, and put them in a bowl for later use.
Then cut the washed ginger and garlic into small pieces, and crush the dried red pepper and set aside.
To make mushroom sauce, she prepared fresh mushrooms. Although there were ready-made mushrooms in the bungalow, the mushrooms grown in the flower pots seemed to taste better. So, she took a basket to the square yard and picked all the mushrooms grown in the flower pots, leaving only those she needed and bringing the rest back to the bungalow. At the same time, she took out all the fresh mushrooms she had collected earlier and dried them on the square yard.
The mushrooms in the flowerpots have grown, and she can eat fresh mushrooms at any time. She doesn't keep them anymore, but simply dries them.
Take the mushrooms to the kitchen, wash them, cut them into cubes and put them in a sieve for later use.
She fried the meat sauce and mushroom sauce separately according to the method on the recipe. Because there was no bean paste here and it would be too conspicuous in the space, she had to use soybean paste instead. After it was done, she tasted it and found it tasted good, so she gave herself a thumbs up.
Then I fried the cured chicken with chopped dried red pepper. After it cooled down, I put it into cans, sealed them, and put them in the bungalow, waiting to take them out tomorrow.
After doing all this, she breathed a sigh of relief, took two baskets and went to the back to pick oranges. The fruits on the orange and jujube trees she had planted first were already ripe. She picked an orange first and tasted it. It was sour and sweet and tasted very good.
She picked two more dates and ate them. They were sweet and crisp. She nodded in satisfaction, feeling that her efforts were not in vain. Then she started picking. It took her more than an hour to pick all the ripe oranges and dates. She put the oranges into the bungalow and hung the dates on the flat ground to dry into red dates.
After finishing all these, it was already late, so she went to the bathroom, filled the bathtub with water, and lay in the massage bathtub to enjoy herself. When the water was almost cold, she stood up, rinsed off the bubbles on her body, dried herself, changed her clothes, and went to the bedroom to rest.
But she lay in bed and couldn't fall asleep: She took out so many medicines in one day, wouldn't Kang Mingyuan and the others suspect her? How could she, who knew nothing about medicine, make such medicine?
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