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While Shi Qinghuan was sleeping soundly, she was woken up by a rapid knock on the door. Originally, she didn't want to pay attention to the knock on the door, but the knock on the door continued to reach her ears.
So she could only suppress her irritability, get up and go to the door to open the door.
When she opened the door, she saw Gao Dayuan standing at the door of her house carrying a basket, which made her unable to react for a moment, because Gao Dayuan had never been to her house before, so why did Gao Dayuan come to her house today? Something?
Thinking of this, she said to Gao Dayuan: "Aunt Gao is here, come in and sit down."
"I won't go in. You go get a basin and I can pour the wormwood in the basket to you."
"Wormwood?"
"Yes, this Saturday is the Qingming Festival. Although we can't burn incense and worship now, we can still make Qingming fruits, spring cakes and seeds at home."
"Oh, wait a minute, I'll get the basin." After Shi Qinghuan finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.
When she returned to the door of the room, she put the basin on the ground and said to Gao Dayuan: "Aunt Gao, you can pour it now."
"Okay." After Gao Dayuan finished speaking, he poured all the mugwort in the basket into the basin, and then said to Shi Qinghuan: "This mugwort can't be kept, you'd better make it in the next two days." It becomes the Qingming fruit.”
"good."
"Then I'll leave first." After Gao Dayuan finished speaking, he turned around and walked downstairs.
After watching Gao Dayuan leave, Shi Qinghuan picked up the basin on the floor, then closed the door, and went back to the house to continue sleeping.
When she woke up again, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. At this moment, she felt like it was the end of the night. It seemed that she was still not suitable for staying up late at such a young age, so she had better not stay up late in the future, otherwise she would wear out her body and the gain would outweigh the loss. .
Thinking of this, she decided to stew a pot of ginseng and chicken soup for a while to replenish her energy and energy that she had lost due to staying up late.
She has not forgotten those days when she drank Chinese medicine. It was really miserable, and she is scared to think about it now.
No, she had to simmer the chicken soup early so that she could drink it early. As soon as she said it, she got up and went to the kitchen to simmer the chicken soup.
"It's a plague. Whose wasteful thing is this? This afternoon's chicken soup is really making me hungry to death."
"Mom, stop howling. I'll buy it for you when you get your salary next month."
"Can you afford chicken with your little salary?, I..."
Shi Qinghuan suddenly remembered that she forgot to close the kitchen window, and was about to go into the kitchen to close the window. However, she didn't expect that as soon as she walked to the kitchen door, she heard a conversation from upstairs, which made her frown. wrinkle.
It seems that she should pay more attention when cooking and eating in the future, otherwise she may get into trouble.
Thinking of this, she immediately went into the kitchen and closed the window. She also closed the window in the living room to prevent the smell of chicken soup from spreading through the window in the living room.
At around five o'clock in the evening, Shi Qinghuan put the mugwort she had cleaned into the space, and then she went into the kitchen to see the ginseng chicken soup she was stewing.
When she opened the lid of the casserole, a strong smell of chicken soup hit her face. It was so fragrant that she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
So after adding some salt to the soup, she put the lid back on the casserole, then let the chicken soup simmer over the charcoal fire, then picked up the casserole and walked out of the kitchen.
