However, she is not alone now.
There was a dog at her feet, eagerly waiting for her to feed it.
Lin Momo had no choice but to put down her large bowl and find a small earthenware bowl, the kind used for making braised pork with preserved mustard greens, and put some hot rice noodles in it, along with some side dishes.
As for the rest, forget it. Dogs can't eat salt, otherwise they'll shed a lot.
Then, Lin Momo carried the two bowls, one large and one small, on a tray to the stone table in the front yard.
This is also the place she eats most often.
Enjoying delicious food while admiring the vibrant vegetable garden is a perfect combination, and just thinking about it makes me feel incredibly comfortable.
After sitting down, Lin Momo first put the small bowl on the ground. Seeing the little yellow dog plunge its head into the bowl and eat heartily, she couldn't help but show a happy smile.
He thought to himself, "No wonder everyone says that local dogs are easy to raise."
They eat whatever you give them, are not picky eaters at all, are extremely loyal to their owners, and are particularly good at guarding the house.
After the two of them, one human and one dog, had solved their meal problem, Lin Momo finally remembered to go check on the chicken coop to see if the chicks had all hatched.
Oh, right!
Chicks have delicate digestive systems and can't eat rice bran yet, so we need to prepare some easily digestible food for them. The mother hen can't go outside to forage for them either; they're probably starving and crying for food by now.
How did Grandma feed the newborn chicks in the past?
Lin silently pursed her lips and searched her memory. After a while, she heard her call out, "Yes, feed her cooked millet!"
Then, with a quick turn, he rushed to the backyard kitchen.
There's no ready-made one, so I'll have to cook it myself. I might as well take this opportunity to make a pot of millet porridge.
In the future, she will have more options when she wants to drink porridge.
Those chicks, barely bigger than sparrows, wouldn't eat much anyway; a few grains of rice from the bottom of the porridge would be enough to fill their bellies.
Let's get right to it.
Lin Momo added half a bucket of water to the large iron pot sitting on the wood-fired stove, then turned around and went to the woodshed next door, carrying back some dried pine cones and firewood in a carrying basket.
He plopped down on a small stool, ready to start a fire.
First, throw some flammable dry pine cones into the stove, then take out a stainless steel match lighter.
Shaped like a gourd, you unscrew the gourd lid to get a match, then strike it in the groove on the gourd to light it. It's small and easy to carry, windproof and waterproof, and supposedly lasts a lifetime.
However, Lin Momo still bought about twenty of them at once, including cylindrical, bullet-shaped, grenade-shaped, and square shapes, etc. In short, she bought all the styles in the store, and two of each.
In addition to this, she also prepared other fire-starting tools, such as tinder, lighter, and matches.
With these things, Lin Momo no longer has to worry about not being able to light a fire.
Sure enough, she unscrewed the lid and gently flicked it, and flames shot out instantly. The oily pine cones burst into flames as soon as they were ignited.
Then, add a few more pieces of dry firewood, and you're all done.
This new type of portable wood-fired stove has good ventilation, is energy-saving and environmentally friendly, and can burn very brightly without the need for a bellows.
Seeing that the fire had started, Lin Momo closed the stove door with the firewood spout and let it burn on its own before getting up to wash the rice.
Once the rice boils again, there's no need to add more firewood to the stove; the porridge can be cooked using the embers.
Ever since Lin Momo accidentally discovered that this kind of stewed rice porridge was not only fragrant and the rice was soft, but it also saved a lot of heat, she has fallen in love with cooking porridge this way.
Another advantage of braising is that you don't have to worry about the porridge boiling over if you don't keep an eye on it, and it also saves you the trouble of cleaning the stove afterwards.
If there's any drawback, it's that it takes a little longer than boiling.
However, millet cooks quickly; it only takes about ten minutes of simmering for the porridge to be ready.
Lin Momo first scooped out a small bowl of rice with a rice spoon, then covered the pot and let the porridge simmer for a while longer, since she wasn't in a hurry to drink it anyway.
As I brought the rice bowl to the chicken coop, before I even got close, I heard a chorus of chirping chirps from the chicks, which made me smile.
It seems the remaining chicks have hatched as well.
I rushed over and saw that, sure enough, there were a few more new members.
The mother hen is no longer in the nest; instead, she is leading a group of chicks, heads down, searching for food.
Overjoyed, Lin Momo eagerly stretched out her fingers and counted: "One, two, three, four... eight."
The hatching rate was 100%, and there wasn't a single bad egg.
This pheasant mother is really capable!
Shouldn't she be rewarded?
A quick glance revealed that there wasn't much rice bran left in the bowl next to the chicken coop.
Needless to say, she arrived at just the right time.
The bowl in her hand was still a little hot, so Lin Momo couldn't help but blow on the steaming millet, wanting to wait for it to cool down before putting the bowl in.
Bending down to put the bowl in my hand into the pile of chicks, it unsurprisingly caused a commotion as the chicks scattered and jumped around. Then the aroma of millet calmed the frightened chicks, and one by one, unable to resist the temptation, they gradually gathered from all directions to the food that was falling from the sky.
The soft, mushy millet might actually suit their taste, as they ate it with great gusto, without even lifting their heads.
Even the mother hen kept staring over there, seemingly wanting to go in and have a bite, but there was no room available, perhaps because she felt it wouldn't be right to compete with her chicks for food.
"Don't worry, I'll feed you right away."
How could we leave out the food for such a great contributor like you?
Lin Momo bent down again and scooped up the bowl of rice bran.
Thinking that the mother hen has worked hard these past few days, she should eat something good to nourish her body so that she can lay eggs for her to eat soon.
And next, it will have to spend its energy taking care of a group of naughty chicks for her, so it can't be treated unfairly.
If you want a horse to run, you have to feed it well.
So, Lin quietly changed the mother hen's diet, mixing some nourishing millet into the rice bran.
Just as Lin Momo had predicted, adding some additive to the rice bran made the mother hen eat even more heartily.
After finishing her work, she glanced at her watch; it was already two in the afternoon.
"Little puppy, it's time for us to go!"
He called out to the yellow dog at his feet.
The next moment, the man and the dog disappeared from the spot.
Suddenly back in the mountains, Xiao Huang stood there dumbfounded.
Lin Momo ignored it, used the compass to determine her location, and then continued on her way.
Currently, she is heading southwest, planning to continue in this direction for another day. If she still can't find a suitable place by tomorrow, she will try a different direction.
She didn't plan to search any further into the mountains.
Lin Momo thought this depth was just right for her situation, and there was no need to go any deeper. The further she went, the more large and ferocious beasts she would encounter, such as tigers, black bears, wolf packs, wild boars, and bison.
She can't handle it.
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