In the kitchen, Dou Hongxia was sitting next to the earthen stove adding firewood, while Zhao Xueer took out the rice bag, scooped out two spoonfuls of polished rice, and was about to put the rice bag away.

She paused and scooped another spoonful of rice.

It’s rare to cook white rice porridge, it’s thicker and tastes better.

This polished rice looks much cleaner than other grains. It only needs to be washed briefly before being put into the pot for cooking.

Taking advantage of the time to cook porridge, she grabbed a handful of dried purslane from the pocket in the corner of the kitchen.

Summer is the season when purslane grows wildly, and they are everywhere in the back mountains. Its roots are buried deep in the ground, and its reproductive capacity is extremely strong. After being dug up by the villagers, it took ten and a half days.

The moon can grow back again.

Every time she and Aunt Dou go to the back mountain to pick up leaks, they can dig up a lot of purslane.

This wild vegetable can be stored for a long time after being dried and stored in the sun. The taste of the dish is not bad, but the taste is not good if it is made at home due to lack of oil and seasoning.

Wild vegetables are too oily, so you need to add more oil to make them fragrant.

Next time, she must find a way to get some soybean oil back.

While thinking about it, Zhao Xueer washed the purslane, chopped it on the cutting board after washing, and put it in hot water after the pot was freed.

There is only one pot at home, and the porridge in it has not yet been cooked.

With Aunt Dou watching from the side, Zhao Xueer felt relieved, so she went to the yard again.

At this time, it was not completely dark yet, and the bark of hawthorn and elm trees in the yard were still drying in the bamboo plaques.

The bark of the elm tree has been in the sun for several days, and now it has turned up at the edges, and it feels like it can break with just a slight bend.

Zhao Xueer tried it with her hands, and finally went back to the house to get a pair of scissors and cut the elm bark into small sections.

After doing this, she put away the elm bark. Making elm bark noodles was a tedious and delicate task, and she planned to do it during the day.

In the yard, Yun Xiaotang was playing hide-and-seek with Xiao Ping An.

Xiaopingan was in the bamboo basket, Zhao Tianer was sitting between the two sisters, and Yun Xiaotang was sitting behind his brother, asking Xiaopingan to find her.

Hiding behind her brother, listening to the sound of little Ping An's babbling, Yun Xiaotang would suddenly poke her head out from behind. When Ping An looked over, she would hide back again, and then poke her head out from the other side.

It made Xiaopingan keep grinning.

Brother Zhao Tian'er acted obediently as a tool, with a cheerful smile on his face.

Zhao Xueer put away the elm bark, watched the three children playing, curled her lips, and returned to the kitchen.

"Xue'er, you came back just in time, the porridge is ready."

The porridge in the pot was boiling constantly, as if the lid of the pot was flipping over. Dou Hongxia opened the lid of the pot and took a spoon to stir the porridge in the pot. The white rice porridge was thick and fragrant.

As the steam filled the air, Zhao Xueer entered the kitchen and said with a smile, "This white rice porridge smells delicious."

"you do not say."

Dou Hongxia smiled softly. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had rice porridge.

Pour the cooked white rice porridge into the basin, Zhao Xueer quickly cleans the pot, adds water, waits for the water to heat up, and blanch the purslane.

Then she carried the basin out of the kitchen and walked to the main room.

When the three playful little guys saw the steaming porridge, they all stopped playing, got up and carried their stools back to the main room.

Xiaopingan was picked up from the bamboo basket by Dou Hongxia and returned to the house.

Several people sat around the table, eagerly watching Zhao Xueer serve the porridge. This porridge was not the ordinary grain porridge with visible grains.

Zhao Tianer's eyes kept staring at the bowl of porridge in his sister's hand until the bowl was placed in front of him.

Ignoring the heat, he took a cautious sip.

The porridge in your mouth is so fragrant!

"You drink slowly, I'll get the salad."

Seeing the satisfied expressions of everyone drinking porridge, Zhao Xueer returned to the kitchen happily.

At this time, the water in the pot was boiling. She poured the cut purslane into the water. After boiling it in the boiling water for a while, she picked up the purslane and put it on a plate. Finally, she added some salt and pepper.

, it’s just a plate of cold salad.

Picking up the plate, she returned to the main room.

With such a plate of dishes, everyone drank up the porridge. After drinking, they were all sweating and a little hot.

Yun Xiaotang was a little dizzy at this time, sitting in front of the dinner table in a daze. Under the dim light of the kerosene lamp, she felt as if she was in another world.

She has completely integrated into the world in the book. This world is real, and she is also real.

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Early the next morning, when the sky was dark, Zhao Xueer got up, kneaded dough in the kitchen, and prepared to steam steamed buns to eat.

Halfway through kneading the dough, the door of the main room creaked, and Dou Hongxia happened to pass by.

"Xue'er, why did you get up so early?"

"Aunt Dou, don't I want to make steamed buns? I'll get up early and knead the dough first so that the steamed buns will be soft."

Holding the edge of the basin with one hand and rubbing her face with the other, Zhao Xueer said with a smile.

Seeing that Zhao Xueer couldn't knead the dough now, Dou Hongxia washed her hands and asked Zhao Xueer to rest aside while she kneaded the dough.

The noodles were kneaded soon, and before dawn, the two of them went back to sleep.

After lying on the bed for a while, Zhao Xueer turned over, looked at her sleeping sister, and got up again, preparing to make steamed buns to eat.

The dough in the basin has risen, and some flour is sprinkled on the cutting board. Zhao Xueer starts to knead the dough again, kneading the flour into the dough until the dough is smooth and elastic.

At this time, Dou Hongxia also got up, went into the kitchen, and kneaded the dough into small pieces with Zhao Xueer.

Thinking of the children at home, she deftly took a piece of dough and shaped it into the shape of a bunny.

Zhao Xueer was amused when she saw it, and she also learned to make a rabbit shape. Two rabbit buns were placed together, and they looked cute.

"Auntie, let's knead the dough into various shapes. The little ones will definitely like it."

"Okay, I can also pinch piglets."

The two people looked at each other and smiled, then made various kinds of steamed buns and steamed them in the pot.

After Yun Xiaotang and Zhao Tianer got up one after another, the steamed buns in the pot were already steaming.

The cute little pig buns and the cute little white rabbit buns are neatly placed on the plate.

Zhao Tian'er's eyes shone brightly when he saw it, "Wow, this steamed bun looks so cute."

Even Xiaopingan clapped his hands happily.

The white flour steamed buns are soft and sweet, and when you take a bite, they are delicious and chewy.

Yun Xiaotang took a rabbit-shaped steamed bun and ate it. This white-flour steamed bun was really delicious, but unlike in later generations, the whiter the steamed bun, the less likely it was to eat it for fear of adding bleaching powder. Instead, people were more keen on multigrain steamed buns.

After breakfast, everyone went to work again. At this moment, everyone was very energetic.
Chapter completed!