Shuttle Seventy: Sweet Wife

Jing Qing had already thought about it in her heart. After the chicken soup was simmered in the evening, she would bring a bowl to the Li family! She has always believed that if others are good to herself, you must be more good to others. This is a mutual emotional connection. Of course, if others don't take you seriously, there's no need for a hot face and a cold butt.

"You're welcome, you can come to our house to get it if you need anything." Li Mu said with a wave of her hand and smiled. It was rare that a girl in the city could look up to them, and even gave them desserts. Those are good things, and she also eats them. I made a small piece of absolutely pure white flour.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to clean up the old hen, and it'll be ready soon!" Mother Li hurriedly went to the yard. Just when she was cleaning up, the pot had already boiled hot water.

Mother Li swiftly killed the chicken with her hands, scalded and removed the hair, and then cleaned the internal organs. In just a few minutes before and after, she neatly tidied it up and put it in the basin.

"Xiaomei, help Sister Jing carry the things over." Mother Li shouted to the main room.

"Oh, good!" Li Xiaomei answered in a loud voice, swiftly putting the bags on the table into the basket.

Afterwards, Jing Qingxin carried the cleaned old hens and grain bags, and Li Xiaomei carried a bamboo basket full of frames, and the two moved everything into the newly cleaned small kitchen.

"Wow~ Sister Jing, you made the stove too clean!" Li Xiaomei couldn't help exclaiming as she looked at the bright and clean stove.

"The kitchen is the place to eat, so of course you need to clean it up! As the saying goes, illness comes from the mouth, so it is natural to clean up more carefully, so as to be healthy." Jing Qing explained carefully.

"Kitchen? Sister Jing, this is what your city people call it! It sounds quite foreign." Li Xiaomei said with a smile, she felt that what Sister Jing said was quite reasonable, and it was so meticulous that she looked at it. It makes people comfortable, and she has to clean up carefully when she goes back.

Jing Qing smiled slightly, and continued to organize the things in her hands, placing them in order.

"Sister Jing, you clean up first, I'll go back to work, and I'll bring the firewood to you later." There was still work waiting for her at home. After speaking, Li Xiaomei quickly ran back to her house.

At this time, it was already around 4:30 in the afternoon, and the sky was still shimmering with golden light, and I could vaguely hear the sounds of busy work in the fields in the distance.

It was a little early for dinner at this time, but the time for stewing the old hen was just right. Jing Qingxin cleaned the casserole, and was about to slaughter the old hen, when she turned around and was stunned, there was no cutting board! How could she just forget about it.

Suddenly, Jing Qing's heart reacted, there was only one casserole in the kitchen, and it was going to be used for stewing old hens, so what would you use to cook rice?

Jing Qing couldn't help slapping her head. Because of her mother's good cooking skills, her kitchen was well-equipped. She was used to cooking as soon as she got the ingredients, but she ignored the importance of kitchen utensils and was accustomed to her own modern kitchen. , She is really not used to coming to this kitchen with nothing at all!

Jing Qingxin had no choice but to walk to Li's house next door again. During the day, the wooden gates of every yard in the village were open. When she walked into the yard, she saw Li Xiaomei sitting on a small stool, slicing a piece of wood on the ground with a knife. Handle the grass?

"Xiaomei, what are you doing?" Jing Qing asked curiously.

"Chop the pig grass~! This is used to feed the pigs and chickens with the grain bran. Sister Jing, why are you here?" Isn't this tidying up the stove?

"Oh, I came here to borrow something. Do you have any extra cutting boards at home? Do you have any extra small pots?" Jing Qing asked embarrassedly.

"Chopping board, yes. When I was cutting wood in the village before, I sawed several stumps. My dad kept one, and I'll get it for you." Li Xiaomei immediately put down the kitchen knife and got up to enter the kitchen.

Soon, Li Xiaomei was holding a brownish-yellow cutting board decorated with a slightly cumbersome wooden stake in both hands. Jing Qingxin hurriedly reached out to catch it, secretly muttering: This cutting board is really heavy! About eight or nine millimeters thick, about two centimeters wide, all solid wood cutting board! In her day, very few people were still using such a vegetable board.

"Sister Jing, wait a minute!" Li Xiaomei turned around again and entered the kitchen.

In less than a minute, Li Xiaomei came out with a small aluminum pot in both hands, and asked, "Sister Jing, can you see this?"

There are only three pots in her house, a large iron pot and two aluminum pots, all of which are useful, so she had to remove the small aluminum pot that she used to cook porridge and batter in the morning.

"It's absolutely fine. The size is just right. It doesn't affect your cooking at night, right? I can cook the rice first and then bring it to you." Jing Qing said thoughtfully.

"Enough, I still have an aluminum pot for boiling water." Li Xiaomei said bluntly.

"Well, I'll buy it tomorrow and send it back to you. Put the aluminum pot on the cutting board!" Jing Qingxin held the cutting board with both hands, and there were not many empty hands to hold the aluminum pot.

Jing Qingxin was holding a cutting board, and as soon as she walked to her yard, she saw Li Dahu holding a large bundle of firewood, and hurriedly greeted, "Brother Dahu, I'm really bothering you."

"Hey, no trouble, no trouble, there are many at the foot of the mountain, I'll put it in the stove for you." Li Dahu walked into the stove with the firewood honestly, and put the firewood next to the stove.

After putting down the firewood, Li Dahu didn't stop, and left immediately, ready to go home and carry a bucket to the well to fetch water. His family was poor and had no extra money to hire someone to dig a well, so he had to go to the public wellhead in the village to fetch water back.

Now that the firewood is in place, it's time to start preparing dinner. Going to the stove, the hand that picked up the firewood paused. Immediately, Jing Qingxin put down the firewood and got up and walked to the back room.

"Gao Shen, do you have any matches?" Jing Qing asked in a loud voice.

"Yes." Gao Shen put down the book in his hand, groped in his military bag, and took out a small box of matches.

Immediately asked, "I heard the movement outside, and the voice of Dahu and Xiaomei, what are you busy doing?"

"I tidied up the kitchen, only to realize that something was missing, so I asked them for help~" Jing Qing answered briskly, taking the matchbox in Gao Shen's hand and looking at it, it's really an antique, she Haven't used matches yet.

"Sorry! I've made you tired!" Gao Shen said sincerely.

Gao Shen understood that she did this to make him recover as soon as possible. He couldn't say anything about rejection, so he had to take this thank you to heart. After thinking about it, it's actually quite good to open a small stove alone. At least she can make food according to her liking, and she can eat a little better. If she continues to eat chaffy dishes with him, he will be very sorry!

"Don't say that, I'm quite happy to do this myself, it's quite interesting~ I'm going to catch a fire!" Jing Qing said with a smile, such a life is a different experience for her! Let her feel that this is a hard-working age! It is an era where you can create an era with your hands!

Jing Qing has a deep feeling in her heart. Although this era is difficult and backward, it is full of a very unique vitality. It is full of vigor, enthusiasm, and tenacity. It is an era with strong colors!