"It seems like we need to wash the rice first?" Han Ji said hesitantly, but he didn't know how much rice should be put in a meal, so he took it for granted that a bowl of rice would be cooked into a bowl of rice, so he simply served three bowls of brown rice and added He sighed, "It turns out that it takes so much rice to make a meal. No wonder people's livelihood is difficult."
Zhang Luoyi nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "My husband is right, no wonder my father also said that it costs a lot to buy rice every month."
After washing the rice, the two of them were dumbfounded at Leng Zao again.
"Madam, can you make a fire?" Han Ji turned to Zhang Luoyi with difficulty.
Zhang Luoyi shook her head in shame: "No, I have never made a fire or cooked a meal at home..."
Han Ji had no choice but to squat down and rub the fire stick awkwardly. The flames instantly rose up and almost burned his eyebrows. He was so frightened that he immediately threw away the fire stick. Zhang Luoyi also screamed in fright and hurriedly stepped aside to dodge. .
The fire stick fell to the ground, and the flames were extinguished immediately, but the firewood next to it was still intact, without any sparks on it.
"Madam? Why don't you come and give it a try?" Han Ji picked up the fire fold and asked Zhang Luoyi.
Zhang Luoyi's expression froze, and when she saw that the Huozhezi had been handed to her, she had to take it and try it herself.
The result of this attempt was to burn her thumb, and she burst into tears. Han Ji was so distressed that he had no choice but to learn how to make a fire.
In the end, the two of them finally got the fire started and lit the firewood successfully, even after getting disgraced and even accidentally burning their fingers.
The two of them stared at the lit firewood as if they were facing an enemy, and maintained it carefully, fearing that the fire would go out accidentally and they would have to go through the difficult lighting process again.
After half an hour, the fragrance of rice finally emerged from the pot. Zhang Luoyi was immediately excited and said to Han Ji with bright eyes: "Husband, the rice is ready!"
Han Ji was also very happy, but in order to maintain his always calm image, he pretended to be very indifferent and said: "It seems that we still have the talent for cooking, and we succeeded on the first time."
"Should we cook now?" Zhang Luoyi looked at the vegetables in the bamboo basket and looked in the cupboard. She found that there were still some meat and vegetables left over from their wedding banquet a few days ago. They smelled a little sour, so she He said to Han Ji, "Why are there still leftover dishes from our wedding banquet? It will make your stomach bad if you eat it. It should be poured out, right?"
"Then throw it away." Han Ji replied nonchalantly. He knew that his wife had never eaten leftovers, so how could she be worse off than she was in her mother's family after marrying him?
So the couple threw away the leftovers very happily, washed the vegetables perfunctorily, and started cooking. However, the two people did not know how to control the heat at all, and they did not know when the vegetables would be considered cooked. Accidentally, the green vegetables were cooked until they were yellow and dry, and the bottom part was even burnt, making them look extremely ugly.
But this is the only dish for today's meal. Even if it is cooked ugly, it cannot be dumped, otherwise they can only eat brown rice. And what if this dish just doesn't look good, but tastes delicious? They thought with luck.
After Zhang Luoyi put the dishes on the plate, she breathed a sigh of relief. The two of them brought the food to the dining table. Han Ji took out the rice and took a look. He felt that it was a little different from what he had eaten before, but he thought maybe it was just because of cooking. Is it caused by different people?
However, as soon as the rice came into his mouth, Han Ji chewed it and spat it out: "Why do you say this rice is raw?"
Zhang Luoyi hurriedly picked up the rice in her bowl and found that the white spots in the center of the rice grains were very obvious. It was obviously not completely cooked. She asked in embarrassment: "What should we do now? Cook it again?"
"Let's cook it again." Han Ji frowned. He had never thought that cooking was so difficult!
Finally, after all their efforts, it was not until the afternoon that the two men finally ate the half-cooked rice. This time they just ate it, so they didn't want to cook it again.
"I forgot to leave some food for my mother!" After Han Ji reluctantly swallowed a bowl of burnt rice, he finally remembered that Wu Shichu hadn't eaten yet.
Zhang Luoyi looked at the charred rice in the bowl and said hesitantly, "Can Mom eat this kind of rice?"
"Forget it, I can make some delicious food when my mother gets better at night. We'd better not spoil her appetite with these." Han Ji just felt guilty for a while and then said matter-of-factly.
The two also hoped that Wu Shichu would recover soon and be able to cook for them.
Unfortunately, Wu Shichu had made up his mind to be "sick" for a while, so when it was time to prepare dinner in the evening, Han Ji knocked on Wu Shichu's door again: "Mother, mother, you are feeling better now. Is it gone? Does your back still hurt?"
"My whole body is weak, my head is still dizzy, and I still can't get up." Wu Shichu replied in a weak voice.
"What about our dinner?" Han Ji blurted out and asked, but as soon as he said the words, he realized that something was wrong. By saying this, didn't he show that he didn't care about his mother's health, but only cared about his own dinner? Problems made by people? This seems like he is too cold-blooded.
So he quickly added: "Mom, what I mean is, you didn't eat at noon, are you hungry now?"
"Did you finally remember that I didn't eat at noon? Then why didn't you even bring me some food? Not even a glass of water..." Wu Shichu asked quietly, his words full of vicissitudes of life, disappointment and sadness. .
When Han Ji heard this, his face turned red with shame: "Mom, my son is unfilial. I thought you were asleep, so I didn't call you to eat for fear of waking you up..."
"Okay, if you are willing, just cook me a bowl of porridge. I haven't eaten enough rice all day and I have no appetite. I can only eat soft and rotten things." Wu Shichu ordered.
"Okay, mother, I'll cook porridge for you right now." Han Jizheng felt guilty and agreed immediately.
However, when he got to the kitchen, he realized that he didn't know how to cook porridge. He even cooked the rice at noon. He would no longer naively think that porridge was easy to cook.
But no matter how difficult it was, he had to cook, so he could only cook porridge with Zhang Luoyi in a hurry. Fortunately, they learned to make a fire at noon, so they didn't have to worry about making a fire now.
"When will my mother's health be better?" Zhang Luoyi finally couldn't help but ask.
Han Ji shook his head: "I don't know. She was overworked during this time to arrange the wedding for us, and her body couldn't bear it. She wasn't in good health before, but now she suddenly collapsed from exhaustion."
"Then what should we do when we eat? We can't eat these unpalatable things all the time, right?" Zhang Luoyi said somewhat unhappily, "This is the first time I have eaten such an unpalatable meal at noon!"
