Under the moonlight, Li Miaomiao walked behind the stove, picked two heavy and strong pieces of firewood, took them out, and moved the small wooden stool where Xiao Xian sat to the door.
I stepped on it and gestured towards the round hole, feeling confident.
She cut the firewood into the thickness of the stick she needed. Originally, the hole in the wooden board was the same size as the door hinge, and because she dug the hole in the board a little larger, the end connecting to the door hinge needed to be smaller.
After inserting the stick into the round hole, she picked up another untouched piece of firewood and used it as a hammer.
"Boom."
"Boom."
The sound of wood colliding with wood was thick, but it was annoying and harsh to Xiao Xian's ears.
Just like the crowd watching the execution that day, it made him suffocated.
He was lying on the bed, staring at the busy woman outside through the broken window, his warm peach blossom eyes full of coldness.
On his way here, the old department helped him check the backgrounds of everyone in the village.
How could she, a lazy loser, be so skilled at repairing doors?
Li Miaomiao jumped off the stool and pushed the wooden door back and forth. When she saw that it was no longer shaky, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Finally done."
To her, the door is equivalent to privacy. If it is not closed, it is like the privacy is exposed, which is uncomfortable.
Lock the door latch, wipe the small bench with your sleeves and put it back to its original place, pick up the firewood and wood residue that fell on the ground and go to the kitchen.
He stepped on the steps, paused, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then turned in another direction.
When Xiao Xian saw her coming over, he hid the coldness in his eyes.
"Knock knock knock."
The door was not closed, so Li Miaomiao knocked on the door out of habit, and then stuck her head in.
The room was dark, and except for the moonlight falling on the bed, which could vaguely see the man's profile, nothing else could be seen.
Li Miaomiao cleared her throat and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"
"casual."
The voice was cold and distant, and it seemed that he was still angry at her for being so shameless.
"Then I'll just watch and do it myself."
She was answered with silence.
Li Miaomiao puffed up her cheeks and pursed her lips. She turned around and walked into the kitchen without asking for trouble.
There was a tung oil lamp on the stove. Generally, earth stoves were lit in the pit between the two stoves behind the stove. She threw the firewood into the firewood pile and then touched the small pit.
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Sure enough, it's here.
After lighting the tung oil lamp, she could see the whole kitchen clearly.
There is a cutting board on a square table, bowls, chopsticks, bottles and cans piled on the long table next to the wall, and a vat on the left corner and in the middle.
She approached holding a tung oil lamp, opened each one and took a look.
There is a rice vat in the left corner and a water vat in the middle.
Then he went to the wall and opened all the bottles and jars on the table. The big jar was for white flour, and the three small jars were for salt, soy sauce and lard.
A knife of bacon and fresh onions hung on the wall, as well as dried garlic.
Li Miaomiao raised her eyebrows and began to wonder again.
The house is in such a dilapidated state, but the ingredients in the kitchen are not bad?
Forget it, let’s forget about these strange things and solve the problem of food and clothing first.
She looked around the entire kitchen again, her eyes widened slightly, and her brows suddenly lit up with joy.
"Know what to eat."
She took off her crimson robe and hung it on the wall, rolled up her sleeves, and exposed half of her scarred wrist.
She glanced at it and looked away.
He scooped a few ladles of water into the large iron pot, walked behind the stove and lit a fire, and saw that the fire in the stove was getting stronger.
I got up and washed a few fresh green onions, cut them into sections and put them in a bowl for later use. Then I scooped two bowls of white flour into the basin, added water to the bowl and kneaded the noodles.
She has a lot of shortcomings, but her only advantage is that she loves to eat, but her grandfather doesn't want to send her to learn how to cook.
I can only learn it by myself in my spare time, although it is not as good as a chef.
More than enough for a small family stove.
The night outside the window is dim, and the moonlight comes in, making it look cold and lonely.
Only the sound of kneading noodles and the occasional sound of firewood exploding in the stove gave the kitchen a little life.
"Guji~"
Li Miaomiao looked down at her hungry belly.
She probably would faint from hunger if she couldn't bear to wake up.
Knead the dough vigorously despite the pain in your palms, knead it a few more times, and then use a rolling pin to roll it into dough.
Fold the dough in half and cut into half-inch thickness.
Open the pot, put the noodles in and cook, take it out and put it in cold water to cool.
Then scoop out the water from the pot and wash the pot clean.
While the iron pot was heating up, she took out the firewood and left only a small fire.
Pour half a spoonful of lard into the pan, add the green onions when the oil melts.
After a while, the aroma of lard and green onions spread in the kitchen.
Li Miaomiao picked up the scallions in the pot with chopsticks and placed them close to the tung oil lamp. When the color gradually turned golden, she picked them up. She took out an empty bowl and scooped in two spoons of soy sauce, and then poured the scallion oil in the pot into it.
After stirring, she dipped some in her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.
“The saltiness is a bit bland, the noodles should be just right.”
Take out the noodles and put them into two porcelain bowls. Pour on the scallion oil and add the fried scallion segments. Mix the noodles with the scallion oil in a bowl and it's ready.
Holding a tung oil lamp and two bowls of noodles, she walked cautiously to Xiao Xian's room.
She stepped across the threshold, followed by a faint laugh.
"Time to eat."
The furnishings in Xiao Xian's room are very simple.
A bed, a low table and a broken cabinet. Although the things are broken, the most important thing is that they are neat and clean.
Li Miaomiao thought that it was inconvenient for him to get out of bed, so she brought his bowl to the bedside.
"Give."
Xiao Xian looked at the dark noodles in the bowl and frowned slightly.
Her long eyelashes obscured her deep eyes, so Li Miaomiao couldn't see the look in his eyes. Seeing that he didn't answer, she thought she was still angry about the dowry.
She pursed her lower lip, put the bowl in his hand, picked up her bowl of noodles and walked out.
There is still warmth left by the woman on the edge of the bowl.
Xiao Xian looked at the oil lamp on the table and looked out.
Li Miaomiao was sitting on the threshold of the main room, a few rays of moonlight fell on her body. She was humiliated and forced to choose him as a cripple when she got married.
It should be lonely.
But she didn't seem sad at all, her dark face felt like she was mouthing off the delicacies from all over the world.
He lowered his eyes and stared at the sauce-colored noodles in the bowl. Is it really that delicious?
He paused with his fingertips and picked up the chopsticks.
Li Miaomiao had finished eating long ago. She sat on the threshold and looked at the crescent moon in the sky for a while.
Go into a small room next door.
There are eight large boxes inside.
The original owner chose Xiao Yan and lied that there were eight boxes of dowry inside. The village chief also wanted to end this farce as soon as possible and united with other elders in the village to persuade Xiao Yan to marry the original owner with love and reason.
As a result, when he came back that day, the original owner laughed at Xiao Yan.
She said that there were eight stones left by her father, and neither her stepmother nor stepsister knew about it, so she laughed crazily at Xiao Yan for being stupid.
In the memory of the original owner, she remembered that Xiao Xian's eyes were heavy at that time and she couldn't tell what he was thinking.
All this resulted in Li Miaomiao being unable to feel confident when facing Xiao Xian.
After all, she was the one who provoked them first.
Although this era does not have modern conveniences and has many disadvantages, it is not easy to live again.
She wants to live hard.
