After the two finished breakfast, Qiao Futing went to sew clothes, while Qiao Mo went to the study. After reading for an hour, he slipped into the space.
She cut all the red silk fabrics she had brought in into skirts, then edged them and sewed them. It was half past eleven before she took the sewn skirts out of the space.
She walked out of the study and saw that Qiao Yuting had not come down yet, so she went to the kitchen to cook.
In order to take care of Qiao Yuting's mood, she still put a small amount of sweet potato rice when cooking. She washed the rice and put it on the stove, lit the fire, added a few thicker firewood, and then went to wash the vegetables.
In the morning, she took out a piece of pork belly from the space, washed it, and cut it into one-inch square cubes to make braised pork. She also cut half a cured chicken and prepared to stir-fry it with red peppers. After the rice boiled, she changed the medium heat to low heat before going to the backyard to pick vegetables.
The vegetables in the backyard were growing well at this time, including loofah, eggplant, pepper, cucumber, bitter melon, pumpkin, beans, water spinach, amaranth, etc. Qiao Mo picked two loofahs and all the ripe beans, preparing to make loofah soup at noon. As for the beans, except for leaving a little to eat in the evening, the rest were dried.
When I returned to the kitchen, Qiao Yuting was already sitting in front of the stove watching the fire: "Momo, why did you pick so many vegetables?"
"If I don't pick these beans now, they will get old. I plan to use them to dry vegetables." Qiao Mo picked out the beans that were a little old, and put the others into a sieve and put them under the sun to dry.
"Momo, don't you blanch the beans?"
"No, wait until it wilts, then rub it with salt and continue drying it."
"Oh." Qiao Yuting seldom dried vegetables before, so she didn't know much about it. She asked and then said nothing more.
After the beans were dried, the rice was almost cooked. Qiao Mo peeled the loofah, cut it into slices, and started cooking.
Braised pork takes more time to prepare, so even though it is only three simple dishes, they will not eat until an hour later.
"Momo, I'm your aunt. You don't have to buy meat specially. I'll just eat whatever you eat." Qiao Yuting said as she looked at the bowl of greasy braised pork.
"Aunt, I didn't buy any special groceries. I used to go to my godmother's house twice a week for a bite to eat. Now, although I don't eat at home, my living standard can't be low. Besides, with our conditions, we can still afford to eat meat two or three times a week." Qiao Mo picked up a piece of braised pork for her.
"Auntie, please try this braised pork and see how it tastes. If it tastes good, we'll make it again next time. If it doesn't taste good, tell me how to improve it."
"It's delicious, even better than the braised pork in state-owned restaurants." Qiao Yuting took a bite of the braised pork and said it was delicious repeatedly. "Mo Mo, did you learn such good cooking skills from your godmother?"
"No, my godmother is not very good at cooking. I just watched my godfather and two brothers cook a few times." Qiao Mo shook her head. She had never seen Qie Ge cook.
"Your godmother is so lucky." Qiao Yuting sighed.
"Except for the hardships she endured in the countryside, everything else is really good. She is the happiest woman I have ever met." Qiao Mo felt that Wu Ge's greatest happiness was marrying a good man. Wu Yuanxin not only held her in his hands, but also educated his two sons well, so that she had no worries at all.
"It's really unfortunate." Qiao Yuting sighed.
"Aunt, you have a good life. Although you married the wrong person, your cousins are all good. You will enjoy a happy life in the future." Qiao Mo felt that her fate had changed after she left Yang Han'er. With Yang Weihua's hard work, she no longer has to worry about food and drink, and has no worries about the future. She is considered lucky among people of her age.
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