"Gugu——"
Qin Lang's stomach made a long sound. He touched his stomach and lowered his head in embarrassment.
Qin Yi glanced at Qin Lang calmly, and then took out an egg from his sleeve. He cracked the eggshell and peeled out the white and tender eggs. After handing the eggs to Qin Lang, he said to Jian Jia: "I'll cook, please wait a moment."
After Qin Yi entered the house, he opened the window. Jian Jia looked out of the window and found that this room was the Qin family's kitchen. Generally speaking, the kitchen is the messiest place in the house. She expected to see a mess everywhere, but she didn't expect that the kitchen was unexpectedly bright, clean and tidy.
Jian Jia stood at the window and took a few glances, taking in the layout of the entire kitchen. The window sill faces the stove, which is the most typical style of a farmhouse. There are two iron pots, one large and one small, lined up on the stove. There is also a small aluminum pot the size of a bowl above the iron pot, which is specially used for boiling hot water.
This kitchen was the largest she had ever seen since time travel, and it was also the neatest kitchen. In the kitchen, not only the stove was clean, but even the pots and jars on the shelves beside the wall were wiped clean.
Qin Yi opened the wooden lid of the large pot, revealing the dark and smooth bottom. He scooped a few spoonfuls of clear water from the water tank placed next to the stove and poured it into the pot, then quickly covered the pot lid and walked around to the back of the stove. There was the sound of firewood snapping from behind the stove, and soon bursts of bluish-white smoke blew away in the direction of the wind.
While Jian Jia was looking around curiously, she felt two gentle touches on the back of her hand. She looked down and saw Qin Lang holding up half an egg white and handing it over. The thin child's voice was soft and soft, and his soft yellowish hair swayed softly like grass that had just sprouted in spring: "Sister, eat."
Jian Jia's heart softened and she couldn't help but reach out and gently press down Qin Lang's ridged hair: "Sister, if you're not hungry, Lang'er can eat by himself."
Seeing Jian Jia's resolute attitude, Qin Lang took back the egg whites and sat down at the small table under the corridor to nibble on the eggs.
The water in the cauldron made a slight "beep" sound when it was heated. Just when Jian Jia thought Qin Yi was about to boil the water, he walked out from behind the stove. Stretching out his long arm, Qin Yi took down a large bamboo basket from the hook hanging on the beam.
There are long leeks, purple amaranth, cabbage with thick stems, and mustard greens with yellow flowers in the bamboo basket. Just when Jian Jia was thinking about what Qin Yi was going to do with these vegetables, Qin Yi took out a sharp kitchen knife. In Jian Jia's stunned eyes, he just chopped all the vegetables. Pieces of different lengths were thrown into the water that was not completely boiled.
This is an operation that Jian Jia has never seen before. When the vegetables encounter hot water, they emit a strange smell of grass. The originally clear water in the pot turns into a strange gray color. The long and short vegetable heads are floating in the water. superior.
Then Qin Yi took out two bowls of flour from the cabinet on one side and put them on the vegetables. After a stir, most of the gray paste mixed with vegetable stems appeared in the iron pot. When the paste was completely boiled, Qin Yi sprinkled three tablespoons of salt and two tablespoons of soybean oil into the pot in a decent manner.
Jian Jia took a breath of air, and a terrible thought came to her mind: This...couldn't it be their lunch?
As if to confirm her thoughts, Qin Yi's voice came from the kitchen: "It's time to start dinner."
Jian Jia looked at the bubbling paste in half the pot and felt bad all over. She turned her head stiffly and asked Qin Lang in a low voice: "Does your brother usually cook like this?"
Qin Lang raised his head, wiped the corners of his lips stained with egg yolk and said seriously: "I don't usually do this."
Before Jian Jia could breathe a sigh of relief, she heard Qin Lang say: "I don't usually grow so many vegetables, and I don't put so much oil."
The bowls used by the Qin family to eat are all coarse porcelain bowls. Except for the bowl used by Qin Lang, which is two circles smaller, the bowl in front of Jian Jia is bigger than her head. The light gray bowl contained dark gray paste, with vegetable stems and unmelted noodle lumps faintly visible in the paste. Even Jian Jia felt wronged by saying that this was pig food!
Seeing Jian Jia staring at him with complicated eyes, Qin Yi frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"
Jian Jia shook her head: "It's nothing." But she felt sad in her heart: Poor, she is so good-looking, but her cooking skills are so rubbish.
After just two sips, Jian Jia felt the bitter taste spread from the base of her tongue to the entire mouth. She glanced at Qin Yi quietly and saw that he was holding his own bowl and sipping the batter. The man with a handsome face held the bowl boldly, and in the blink of an eye, the bottom of the large bowl of gooey food was gone. Those who didn't know it thought he was eating some delicacy.
Jian Jia lowered her head, took a deep breath, and decided to give herself another chance to try. Picking up a lump of paste with her chopsticks, Jian Jia closed her eyes and firmly stuffed the paste into her mouth.
This is a weird taste. When the paste first enters your mouth, you can feel the salty taste, followed by a slight bitterness. When you chew it carefully, you can also taste the grainy gnocchi and the thick fiber of the vegetables. . The lingering bitter taste became stronger and stronger, and her brows wrinkled involuntarily.
As a food blogger, she has always respected every ingredient, and as long as it is not too unpalatable, she will make do with it and eat it all. But now, she felt like she couldn't eat enough.
Looking at Qin Lang again, she suddenly found the organization. Qin Lang was holding the small bowl and taking small sips of the paste with a grimace. When Jian Jia looked over, Qin Lang suddenly stopped swallowing. He stretched out his hand and pulled out a long leek from his mouth.
Jian Jia:......
It’s hard for children, who have to suffer like this at a young age.
At this time, Jian Jia thought of the oil cakes she made last night. Just when she was about to get up to get the oil cakes, she heard Qin Yi say: "I'm going up the mountain this afternoon. You can do whatever you want."
After saying that, he raised his eyes and glanced at Jian Jia, with a calm expression: "Our mountain forest is relatively safe, but if you want to go to town, you'd better wait for me to come back."
Jian Jia nodded silently. She had no intention of going to the town. Firstly, she didn't know the road, and secondly, the mountain road was difficult to travel and there would inevitably be dangers in the mountains. Rather than traveling, she wanted to clean up her room and become familiar with the Qin family's environment.
Qin Yi ate very quickly. After saying this, he had already put down his chopsticks. When he put down his chopsticks, Qin Lang also put down his chopsticks: "I'm full, sister, eat slowly."
Jian Jia looked at the remaining half of the bowl of paste in her bowl. She also wanted to eat it slowly, but she really couldn't do it. Qin Yi put away the dishes and said quickly: "Eat slowly, and if there is anything left, give it to the general."
The general seemed to understand his master's words. At this moment, he stuck out his tongue, wagging his big tail and looking at the big bowl in Jian Jia's hand with his round black eyes. Jian Jia turned her head and looked at the sleek dog. It was hard to imagine that it could grow so strong by relying on the mud.
After lunch, Qin Yi went up the mountain, and Qin Lang felt sleepy and went back to his room to rest. The Qin family became quiet, and it was only then that Jian Jia calmed down and stepped into her own room.
This room is square and spacious, but the original owner's dowry and original furniture make the room a little crowded. Jian Jia opened the window, and the light from outside was projected into the room, which allowed her to see the details in the room more clearly.
This house must have been unoccupied for a long time. There is a faint smell of gray mold in the house. The black-gray walls are somewhat mottled in color. There are a few spider webs in the corners. There are finger-width cracks in the dirt floor. Black There were unknown insects chirping quietly in the gaps. Compared with the original owner's room, this room was a little rough, but Jian Jia felt at ease in her heart.
The afternoon sun was bright and warm. It illuminated the entire courtyard and also illuminated Jian Jia's eyes. She rolled up her sleeves, as if talking to herself, or cheering herself up: "Get to work!"
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Today's harvest was good. Not long after we went up the mountain, we caught two pheasants in the trap. According to past habits, Qin Yi would collect the pheasants and sell them in the town for a while, but when he thought of his youngest brother at home and Jian Jia, who had just arrived home today, Qin Yi decided to keep them for dinner at night.
When he was carrying two pheasants home, he heard the sound of sawing wood coming from the yard. Qin Yi paused and looked in the direction of the courtyard with surprise. At this time, an exclamation came from the courtyard: "Ouch!"
Qin Yi's eyes narrowed, and when he pulled out the dagger from his waist, he rushed into the courtyard gate like an arrow from a string. A rope was pulled in the sunny corner of the courtyard, and the yellowed bedding on the long rope was warmed by the sun. Jian Jia was hunched over behind the quilt, and through the cracks in the quilt, she could see sawdust leaves and several bundles of bundled firewood scattered around her feet.
Jian Jia is cleaning the yard? Could it be that she was stung by a poisonous insect hidden in the clutter?
Thinking of this possibility, Qin Yi moved faster and faster, but before he could rush to Jian Jia's side, he saw Jian Jia straightening up and pinching seven inches of a big snake with her slender right hand. Jian Jia smiled brightly, and circled the thumb and index finger of her right hand and flicked the big snake's round head twice: "Young man, you dare to hide when I treat you to a buffet. Run, keep running."
The moment he saw the snake clearly, Qin Yi paused again. Although his expression was as calm as ever, his pupils shrank violently twice.
It was a king snake, seven feet long, and its thickest part was about as thick as Jian Jia's arm. Such a fierce snake, even if it is not poisonous, many girls will shy away from it when they see it, but Jian Jia carelessly pinched seven inches of it and played with it with her little white teeth.
When he met Jian Jia for the first time this morning, Qin Yi felt that she was like soft orchid grass in the spring rain, so weak and timid and in need of careful care. Now looking at her holding a snake and showing off her power, not even the roots of the orchid grass are left in her mind.
