Farmer’s Stepmother’s Skillful Farming

Chapter 3 It’s not a dream

 When I saw the obviously heavy dough on the chopping board, I became even more dumbfounded.

 “Mom…do you want to eat noodles at noon?”

Baishui Liu boldly asked.

"Yeah." Su Mulan nodded, but without a moment's hesitation in his hand movements, he picked out the leaves of Yingyingcai very neatly, put them in a wooden basin, and pushed them into the yard.

In an era without industrial pollution, rainwater from the sky was cleaner than well water. It was convenient to use local materials, and it also avoided having to go to the only well at the entrance of the village to carry water back when the water tank was empty.

Su Mulan answered naturally, but Bai Shuiliu was a little uncertain, and asked tentatively, "Have you done all of this?"

"certainly."

 In other words, this glutinous rice noodles is not just for Su Mulan alone, but also for the four of them.

 But even after receiving an affirmative answer again, Bai Shuiliu's face was still full of disbelief.

Su Mulan went into the kitchen to cook, which was already a rare thing when the sun hit the west. At noon, the four of them were not allowed to eat vegetable dumplings or drink vegetable leaf soup. Instead, they were allowed to eat fried noodles, which were still so big. Portion…

Bai Shuiliu reached out and pinched the back of his hand.

The back of the hand still retains the wound that Su Mulan used to pull out with a wicker when Su Mulan woke up due to too much noise while cooking. Now it hurts when touched.

Since it hurts, what is happening is not a dream.

But…

What's going on?

“Shui Liu, help me put some fire in the stove.” Su Mulan put the washed Yingying vegetables on the chopping board and cut it twice.

"Oh... okay." Bai Shuiliu came back to her senses, squatted in front of the stove, and stuffed some of the dead branches into the stove.

The flames in the stove suddenly became much bigger, licking the dark bottom of the pot. Bai Shuiliu took advantage of his free time to secretly take a look at the surprising blue hematoxylin today.

At this moment, Su Mulan was taking out the ironed shelf from the corner.

Since it had not been used for a long time, a lot of ash fell on it. Seeing this, Su Mulan scooped up a ladle of water and carefully brushed the top with a broom made of tied sorghum ears, and then put it on the stove.

 After the ironing rack is fixed and the water in the pot is almost boiling, put the dough into the cylinder on the rack and press the upper handle firmly, and the long and thin noodles will fall into the pot.

 After the noodles are pressed and cooked, put some Yingying vegetables in, sprinkle some salt, and the noodles are ready.

Because of the addition of sweet potato noodles, the noodles are a little black, but the advantage is that the emerald green of Yingying vegetables has a hint of purple, and the color can also increase appetite. It is a pity that the color is gone, but because the condiments in the kitchen are only There is salt, so the taste is really bad.

Su Mulan thought for a while, scooped out a little cooked oil from a small jar in the kitchen, and poured it into the pot.

With the oil flowers, this baked noodles has some fragrance, and it smells much better than before.

Scooping some soup to taste the saltiness, Su Mulan took a few large cracked porcelain bowls from the shelf next to her. While scooping the noodles into the bowls, she said to Baishui Liu, "Go call Li Xia and the others. Let's eat."

"Okay..." Bai Shuiliu was still confused. He looked outside and suggested, "Now that the rain has stopped, let's eat in the yard. It'll be cool."

The rain just came and went quickly. After such a downpour, the water on the ground would quickly flow away and there would be no more mud. And indeed, as Bai Shuiliu said, it had rained before. It's very cool in the yard.

 (End of this chapter)