I became an old man in my leisure time

Xiaoman nodded: "Well, I chewed a small piece, it's so sweet. Read М"

Gu Ke and Bai Suqing stared at her: You eat wheat straw, do you really want to become an animal?

But thinking of the idea just now, he immediately restrained his contempt and coughed lightly: "Then, boil them, can we eat them?"

Bai Suqing immediately turned his head and stared at this more unreliable person: Hey~~, you are really the same as Xiaoman!

Xiaoman's eyes lit up, and her little head nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Try, try, it should be edible."

She swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva in a row. It was obvious that she was going crazy with hunger these days. If there was a target to eat, she would not let it go.

Gu Ke rubbed her head with a little pity: "Then you come to make a fire, I'll go get water, and Sister Bai, you make a fire."

This little hired worker worked hard every day. Although he knew that he still had more than ten pounds of purple wheat, he never asked him for it, but just swallowed his saliva silently.

This kind of fully automatic excellent employee who only needs to take care of the food must be cherished.

These days, Bai Suqing took the initiative to "borrow" some daily necessities from the ancestral mausoleum.

Now there is a stone pot for cooking, a clay pot for water, three pairs of wooden chopsticks, and three large and small bowls in the small hut.

Now, finally, three people don't have to share a bowl to drink water.

Gu Ke and Xiaoman don't mind, but Bai Suqing can't stand it.

The heaven and earth oven distributed by the system has a slightly smaller opening on the top and a larger bottom. There is also a large furnace door on the side of the bottom, which can be used to add firewood and remove ash.

Gu Ke confirmed that the name in the system is the oven, not the Hong furnace, so he used it as an ordinary stove.

But the things produced by this system are still so different.

Although the oven is small, the temperature in the house will quickly rise to about 20 degrees after the fire is lit, and people will not feel the slightest dampness and coldness.

The firewood burns very slowly in it, and the firewood consumption is very small.

And only flames come out, no smoke, which will not pollute the air in the small hut.

When the firewood is burned out, the remaining ash at the bottom of the furnace seems to be only a little bit. After pouring out the ash, the inside is spotless as it was at the beginning.

The fire door below is a left-right push-pull type, and the air intake size can be adjusted freely.

When it is adjusted to full, the firepower is extremely strong, and the flame can even be one foot high from the furnace mouth.

When it is adjusted to leave only a slight gap, there are only faint sparks on the firewood, and the temperature of the furnace mouth is only warm.

In fact, the fire is not extinguished. Once the fire door is opened, the flame will be strong again.

The smaller the fire door, the smaller the firepower, the slower the firewood burns, and the less consumption.

With the magical effect of the small oven, Gu Ke can finally keep his own fire.

He can drink boiled hot water at any time, and wash his face and feet with hot water every day.

If there is not enough food and he needs to save energy, he can make a device as a bathtub and take a hot bath every day.

This small oven alone made Bai Suqing amazed for a whole day.

The next day, she was not amazed, but lit the small stove and stayed in the hut for the whole day.

Gu Ke saw her lazy look, which seemed like an animal that hibernated in its nest.

Unfortunately, he could only mutter this in his heart and dared not say it out loud.

If this sister Bai was reminded, she would resume her previous ladylike behavior, and everyone would be uncomfortable.

The three of them went about their own business and soon sat around the small oven.

Gu Ke nodded to Xiaoman, and she immediately cut the wheat straw with a small hatchet and let it fall into the stone pot filled with most of the stream water.

"Cut it smaller, it's better to cook it into slag, so it's easier to digest." Gu Ke reminded hurriedly.

The obedient Xiaoman corrected it immediately.

The yellow and green fresh wheat straw was cut into small pieces of about one centimeter and fell into the water where bubbles began to appear.

Although the small oven is small, the heat transfer efficiency is extremely high.

Five minutes later, with a gurgling sound, the water in the stone pot boiled.

Cut pieces of wheat straw rolled up and down with the water flow, dyeing it with a light green color.

A strong and sweet wheat fragrance was carried out by the water vapor, filling the small hut and madly drilling into the noses of the three people.

Gurgle!

The three people kept swallowing their saliva, even the calmest Bai Suqing was no exception.

Unfortunately, Gu Ke and Xiao Man had no intention of looking at this "wonderful sight" at all, and all stared at the sweet wheat straw soup in the stone pot.

Xiao Man even murmured: "I know, I know, this wheat straw is fragrant and sweet, it must be delicious."

Gu Ke did not speak, but silently brought three large bowls and chopsticks, set them up, and waited for the meal to start.

After another two minutes, Xiao Man could not help it: "Is it okay? Gu Ke, I think it's ready to eat."

Gu Ke could not bear it anymore.

There was too little purple wheat, and he was unwilling to use it casually, but if the wheat straw was left for a long time, it might become hay, and it would be a waste if it was not eaten.

He nodded vigorously: "Each of you can have half a bowl to satisfy your cravings, and the rest will continue to cook."

As soon as he said this, the stone pot was lifted up and quickly tilted on the three large bowls on the straw mat.

Each half a bowl, not less, just right.

Gu Ke couldn't help but sigh: "Sister Bai is still amazing, her hands are fast and steady, and she is not afraid of being burned."

Bai Suqing didn't even bother to roll her eyes at him, and put the stone pot with half of the soup back on the stove, picked up the wooden chopsticks but didn't use them, and took a sip of the hot soup from the bowl.

At this moment, the soup in the bowl was light green, with obvious signs of thickening.

As soon as the soup entered her mouth, Bai Suqing felt a sweet and fragrant aroma rushing straight to her head.

It was like the maltose I ate in my childhood, and it was also like the barley tea produced in Nanye Country. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that it was a mixture of the two.

Almost subconsciously, she immediately took another big mouthful, and then another big mouthful, and then another... There was no soup in the bowl, only pieces of wheat straw.

The wooden chopsticks finally came in handy.

Bai Suqing used the chopsticks quickly, put them into her mouth, and chewed them hard.

The wheat straw soaked in soup gushed out streams of juice, stayed in her mouth for a moment, and then fell into her stomach.

She chewed for a while, suddenly frowned, spit out a large ball of shrunken residue with a few spitting sounds.

She stretched out her fingers to pinch the residue, rubbed it hard on her fingertips, and reminded: "The wheat straw is very strong, don't swallow it, spit it out after chewing it."

After speaking, she looked up, but saw Xiaoman's expression was dull.

Bai Suqing: "You...have you swallowed it?"

Xiaoman's chubby face wrinkled, and he nodded with difficulty.

Bai Suqing could only comfort him: "It's okay, swallowing a little shouldn't be a problem."

At most, it can't be digested, and it will come out the same way it went in.

Xiaoman looked even more melancholy, and shook her head slowly.

Bai Suqing was stunned: "Did you swallow a lot?"

Xiaoman just silently tilted the bowl in her hand, letting Bai Suqing see the whole bowl - empty, as clean as if it had been licked by a dog.

Bai Suqing was silent for a moment, and nodded helplessly: "Okay, I'll help you take a look later."

She still knows a lot of physical vomiting techniques.