Return To the Era with Space Supplies

Chapter 85 Favors, contacts

“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 Point. They are already ready. Can you take a bowl out and have a taste?”

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 an unhappy "tsk" and said, "I have no other intention, I just feel that weaving a mat is "Trouble, you only wanted a few candies, and I felt so sorry that I came up with this idea."

Holang 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 pretentious.

"Wait." Huo Lang pinched a brick and pressed down the weaving area. Then he got up and went into the house. After a while, he took out a coarse porcelain bowl and handed it to Si Ningning with a quick pace.

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 to the small rattan table on the side of the yard.

 The small table has three splayed legs and is very stable. Si Ningning is basically sure 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."

 Speaking, he was already walking towards the door.

Holang turned his head and glanced. The little girl was slim and had a basket he had made casually in her hand.

That basket looks okay, but it's actually not strong. Anything heavier can deform it.

Horang originally wanted to mention something when someone came to get 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.

 Looking closer, you can see that they are thin noodles.

The surface of the noodle soup has white streaks of smelly mushrooms floating on it, 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 flour...

 It should be made by Fuqiang fans.

Horang frowned slightly and picked up the bowl to return it, but the bowl had been left out for too long and ants had crawled around the edges. 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.

 It is a fine grain after all, 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.

 She took out such a precious thing to thank people casually. I really don’t know whether to praise her for her honesty or her stupidity for not knowing 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.

At the other end, after Si Ningning left Chen's house, she walked back along the bamboo forest path for a while. She didn't stop until she couldn't see Chen's house around the corner.

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

This bamboo forest extends from the mountain. Si Ningning is not familiar with the terrain and dare not walk around.

Mo Yue walked twenty meters in, took out the towel he had used in the morning from the space, tied the towel halfway around a bamboo to serve as a mark, and walked further in 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.

 (End of this chapter)