Spatial Farm Life: Raising My Kid, Abusing Scum, and Keeping Busy With Life

Ling'er is almost four months old. She checked on the Internet, and when she is six months old, she can start feeding her some supplementary food.

Thinking that the child was born prematurely and his gastrointestinal function would be poor, she decided to feed her liquid food after eight months.

Before that, she had to learn to cook well, and she couldn't be a mother who knew nothing.

After feeding the baby and putting her on the bed to play by herself, she took a piece of bread and poured herself a glass of red ginseng water.

Sitting in front of the computer, while eating, I searched for recipes that are good for babies.

The first thing selected was egg custard. She checked it out and found that there are many ways to make egg custard. The most traditional and simplest method is to break eggs and mix them with water and steam them in a pot.

The eggs in her refrigerator are all sterile eggs, and she hasn't touched a single one until now.

After keeping several custard recipes firmly in mind, I went outside to tinker with the induction cooker.

Looking at the first freshly baked egg custard, she smiled and started the mode of Wang Po selling melons.

"After all, it's the head of a top student. You can learn it as soon as you learn it. According to the above-mentioned accurate operation, basically there is no failure. Hehe, I'm awesome!"

She drizzled some soy sauce on it, and ordered two drops of sesame oil. The child can't eat it, so enjoy it by yourself.

She took a spoonful of it happily, put it in her mouth, and closed her eyes. When did a bowl of egg custard conquer herself?

I made it by myself and ate it in my mouth. I feel so happy. It seems that as long as she puts her heart into it, she can also cook.

After eating the last small bowl of custard, she struck while the iron was hot and made several different bowls of custard in succession.

There are eggs with cows, eggs with diced sausage, eggs with diced carrots, and eggs with diced fruit. She tried them all.

Several bowls in a row filled her up.

However, considering the current situation of my daughter, it is most suitable to eat the first and second types after eight months, and the latter types can only be eaten when she grows up.

She memorized these custard recipes by heart, and tried it in the big iron pot outside, after all, the induction cooker and the iron pot are still slightly different.

After the meal, Xiaoshi strolled to the melon field, and when she saw the size of the watermelon, she immediately grinned.

Whole melons can be sold tomorrow. The watermelon is already the size of a basketball. The melons in the freezer are like this. Does this indicate that the melons are ripe?

I wanted to open one to have a taste, but I finally held back thinking that my stomach was still full.

After returning to the house, I did embroidery work for a while, and then fell asleep with the child in my arms.

I had a good night's sleep in the space, and when I wanted to go out of the stall the next day, I found that there was a strong wind blowing outside, the sky was gloomy, and the ground was wet, which meant that it had rained last night.

Just in time to take a break, and I am a little tired of going out every day.

She cleaned the room where she slept and the kitchen, and made herself a bowl of millet paste with the broken machine in the space.

It's not worth it if one person deliberately cooks porridge. After warming up a hamburger and serving it with rice cereal, it's considered breakfast.

It's been several months, and she hasn't cooked well. The restaurant doesn't suit her taste, and she thinks the stall outside is not clean.

Now that she has money and conditions, she has committed a mild cleanliness disorder.

Now that God has given her a holiday, she should take a good rest, grab a basket, lock the courtyard door and go out.

After traveling for such a long time, she learned that most people here use lard for cooking, and vegetable oil is precious, and it is generally used by people who eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha and restaurants.

Then there are high-ranking officials and rich people who use vegetable oil, and ordinary people buy pork and refine it at home.

She wanted to buy a piece of pork, along with some lard suet, and if there was vegetable oil, she would buy some more. If there was no rice at home, she would also buy some.

At noon, make braised pork, stir-fry vegetables, and steam some rice to work yourself out.

When passing by the embroidery shop, shopkeeper Lu waved at her.

"Sister, come in and have a seat?"

"No, I'm going to buy a piece of pork and some vegetables. I haven't eaten meat for a long time. Today's weather is bad, so I won't leave the stall. I need to work myself out."

"Yo, are you going to improve your life?"

"Yes, are you coming?"

"Come on, the weather is not good today, and the shop is not very busy. Let them look at the shop, and I'll go to your place for a meal."

"That's fine, then I'll go shopping for vegetables first, and you can go and eat the ready-made ones later."

"OK."

Regardless of the bad weather, people here are not willing to take a day off. As long as there is no heavy rain, they will usually go out to make a living.

It's almost June, and all kinds of vegetables are coming out.

Qiao Mai saw someone selling cucumbers. He bought five catties for a penny and two catties for plum beans. He also bought a handful of shallots, a handful of water spinach, and a piece of tofu. As long as they don’t stick to meat, green vegetables are very cheap.

Even tofu is a big piece of two pennies. She is not afraid of anything if she has space. If she buys too much, she will put it in the space.

There is no shortage of seasonings, so there is no need to buy them. The last time Lu Sanniang bought them for her confinement, she hasn't moved much. There are entire shelves in the space, and there is everything you want.

Even though she didn't know how to cook before, she couldn't help but buy something on the spice rack when she saw it in the supermarket.

As a foodie, she even prepared a lot of hot pot base, bagged mustard, and various canned food.

After all, it can save trouble, she would not bother before.

Now I don't need to study, I don't need to go out on missions, and I have time, so I naturally want to live a good life.

When I came to the meat stall, I saw that the boss was cutting up a whole pig. It seemed that it was freshly slaughtered in the morning and had just been pulled over.

Seeing someone coming to buy meat, the boss warmly greeted her while dividing the meat.

"Little lady, buy meat? This meat was just slaughtered this morning, and it's fresh."

Qiao Mai looked at the meat, and regretted that he didn't store some pork in the space in his previous life. There is no fat and thin pork belly here, and there is only a small layer of lean meat on the thick white meat.

The thinnest part is the back seat, but the meat in the back seat is not suitable for braised in soy sauce. The ribs are the most suitable for braised in soy sauce, commonly known as pork belly.

But she looked at it, she was so fat, she lost her appetite, so she pointed to the piece of meat on the front shoulder.

"How much is a catty here?"

"Thirty Wen."

"What about the back seat?"

"It's also thirty cents a catty, suet fifteen cents a catty, pig's head five cents a catty with bone, pig's trotters, pig tails, offal are five cents a catty, big bones two cents a catty."

The shop owner was afraid that she would be troublesome to ask one by one, so he quoted all the prices to her in one go.

"Then give me five catties of backseat meat and five catties of front shoulder meat. I need all these pieces of suet."

"Little lady, it's hot, if you buy so many, it will be damaged."

It seems that this butcher is still a conscientious seller, this sentence immediately made Qiao Mai feel good about him, and decided to take care of his business more in the future.

"It can't be broken. I only save some thin ones for dinner at noon. The fat ones are all refined into oil. The oil is squishy to make dumplings. There are many people in the family."

"Oh, that's fine."

When the boss weighed the meat for her, the scales were all high. After the weighing, Qiao Mai paid the money. He wanted to buy some fat intestines and pig's trotters. Sorry for the trouble, let's talk about it later.

I'll order some more from the meat boss in winter, cook it in a big pot, and then invite Lu Sanniang's family to eat it.

By the way, there is also pork head meat, which is also delicious. Her favorite is cold pig ears. There is a universal seasoning sauce in the space, and any cold dish will be delicious with it.

Thinking about the saliva overflowing in the mouth, I put the meat in the basket and went home directly.

As soon as she got home, she went back to the space to check that the child was still sleeping, but she didn't dare to make a sound, so she turned on the computer and looked it up online.

Remember the methods of boiling lard, braised pork, mapo tofu, fried water spinach, green onion and eggs one by one.

The required seasonings were also found from the shelves, and some were also poured out to make room for them.

Standing in the kitchen, she took a deep breath, went to the chopping board, set aside a piece of braised pork, and picked out the fat from the rest, cut it into small pieces, and cut a few pieces of suet into small pieces.

Babies, give me a recommendation ticket? It's time to test the waters today, why can't our heroine be eliminated? ah? ah? ah? Tickets go.