Back to the era with space materials

"I'm not here to rush you. Didn't I pick bamboo fungus last time? I found some more in the bamboo forest behind the educated youth spot. They are already prepared. Can you take a bowl out and try it?"

Huo Lang raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, and refused neatly: "No."

"Don't refuse so quickly!" Si Ningning frowned, and the tears in the corners of her eyes trembled. She let out a "tsk" in displeasure and said, "I don't have any other intention. I just think weaving a mat is a good idea."

It's troublesome, you only wanted a few candies, and I felt so sorry that I came up with this idea."

Huo Lang paused, leaning on the back of the chair and twisting his neck. Si Ningning's words made sense, but if he pushed further, he would be being hypocritical.

"Wait." Huo Lang pinched a brick on one side and pressed down the weaving area, then stood up and went into the house. After a while, he brought out a coarse porcelain bowl and handed it to Si Ningning in a hurry.

Si Ningning took the bowl and glanced at the man who was sitting back on the bench knitting a mat. She turned around and looked around, then took the bowl and went to the small rattan table on the side of the yard.

The small table had three splayed legs and was very stable. Si Ningning was basically certain that it was Huo Lang's handiwork.

She put the bowl on the table, opened the lid of the lunch box and poured the pimple soup into the bowl, no more, no less, just enough to fill the bowl.

She closed the lid and put the lunch box into the small basket, "This is still hot. Remember to eat it while it's hot. I'm going back."

With that said, he already walked towards the door.

Huo Lang glanced sideways and saw that the little girl was slim and had a basket he had made casually in her hand.

The basket looks okay, but it's actually not strong. Anything heavier can cause it to fall out of shape.

Huo Lang originally thought about saying something when someone came to pick up the mat in two days, but when he finished his work and was about to go up to the sky, he inadvertently glanced at the bowl on the small table, and he hesitated again.

If you look closer, you can see that they are indeed thin noodles.

There are white streaks of smelly mushrooms floating on the surface of the noodle soup, and there are oily splatters visible to the naked eye. The ingredients are very honest.

Rations are expensive, and fine grains are even more valuable, let alone such white and pure noodles...

It should be made by Fuqiang fans.

Huo Lang frowned slightly and picked up the bowl to return it, but the bowl had been left out for too long and ants had crawled on the edge. Upon closer inspection, there were also ants that had drowned or been scalded to death in the noodle soup.

It wouldn't look good to go back like this...

Huo Lang gave up the idea and carried the bowl through the main room into the kitchen. He used chopsticks to pick out the ants in the soup, and then took a larger bowl and placed it on it, ready to wait for his younger brothers and sisters to get up to eat.

After all, it is a fine grain, so even if you can't eat normally, you should still be able to drink two mouthfuls of soup.

Turning around and leaving the room, the girl's figure came to mind again, and Huo Lang sighed.

I don't know whether to praise her for her honesty when she casually takes out such precious things to thank people, or whether she is stupid because she doesn't know how to use dry food and bitter herbs.

That's all, if you take the time to make a serious trap for her, just treat it as a way to offset the favor.

On the other end, after Si Ningning left the Chen's house, she walked back along the bamboo forest path for a while. She didn't stop until she turned a corner and lost sight of the Chen's house.

There was still a while before work started, but when Si Ningning saw no one around, he grabbed a bamboo and used his strength to enter the bamboo forest.

This bamboo forest extended from the mountain. Si Ningning was not familiar with the terrain and did not dare to wander around.

Mo Yue walked twenty meters inside, took out the towel he had used in the morning from the space, tied the towel halfway around a bamboo as a mark, and walked further inside to make sure that the sound of chopping bamboo would not be heard.

He stopped when he heard it, took out the ax from the space and started working.