The charming girl of the farm gate of crossing

Chapter 31 He Xiner Cooks

Ye Xusheng still had to study, and He Xiner couldn't stay here all the time, so she waved her hand politely and left.

I took a shower in the afternoon, washed my face just now, and went straight back to the house.

Lying on the kang, unable to sleep, I came down to dig out the wild duck eggs in the closet, wondering how to find an excuse for my parents.

After thinking about it for a long time, there is no good excuse, besides, my father is a very filial person, I guess he would not eat it and just respect grandpa and grandma directly, and it will be troublesome for grandma to ask.

Forget it, one more thing is worse than one less thing. When I slowly figure out a way to make money, I can buy delicious food for my parents in an open and honest manner.

Lie down again, and fell into a deep sleep without entanglement.

When she woke up, the sky outside was already bright. Thinking that Mrs. Ye was cooking today, she quickly got up and opened the door. The autumn morning was already cool, and He Xiner was still wearing unlined clothing, so she couldn't help but hugged her arms.

In the kitchen, Mrs. Ye had already boiled hot water: "Erni, wake up, mother has boiled hot water, wash your face with warm water."

He Xiner nodded, brought her wooden basin to scoop up cold water and then added hot water, staring at the slightly fluctuating water surface in a daze, she didn't have a mirror in her room, and she didn't have that kind of thought a few days ago, she hasn't looked at it yet What it looks like now.

He Xiner's heart was pounding, the water in the basin finally stopped, He Xiner slowly leaned to the top of the washbasin, and saw a very familiar little face from the water.

Isn't this what he looked like when he was a child?
When she was young, she always went to a photo studio to take pictures. Few people in the countryside were willing to spend money. Her parents loved her and took her to take pictures every year on her birthday.

There are also two large photo albums in the modern home, one of which is full of her photos, from childhood to adulthood, and the person in the pot looks like she was about ten years old.

Eyebrows are still my own eyebrows, eyes are still my own eyes, nose is still my own nose, mouth is still my own mouth, ears are still my own ears, even though I am much thinner than when I was a child, my chin is pointed, and I can’t tell if my face looks good in the water, But the small hands and arms are thin and a little yellow.

Thinking about it, the living standard of Lao Ye's family can't raise white and fat people.

The life of ancient people is far worse than that of modern people. Of course, it is limited to ordinary people. We have never seen the life of aristocrats, and we dare not think about it.

Mrs. Ye went to the vegetable field across the wall to pick some fresh beans and came back, and saw her daughter almost crawling into the washbasin, smiling happily as she looked at the basin of water.

Although I don't know what she is happy about, Ye Wang is also happy to see her in a good mood.

When He Xiner heard Ye Wang's footsteps, she finally came back to her senses. She suppressed the joy in her heart and washed her face in a serious manner. Fortunately, no one else saw her, otherwise she would have to be treated as crazy.

After washing, she saw Mrs. Ye washing the beans, the fresh beans were so tender and fresh, He Xiner couldn't help but mutter in her heart: This dish can't be boiled with water, it would be a waste of such fresh vegetables.

He Xiner only learned to cook in the past two years. She can't cook complicated dishes, but she can still cook home-cooked dishes. After all, if she doesn't know how to cook, she can search for tutorials on the Internet. After trying it out, she throws it away. It was only after a few times that I could finally eat it, and then slowly it became better and better.

When Mrs. Ye finished chopping the beans, He Xiner pointed to the pot and said that she would come to cook. Mrs. Ye was a little embarrassed: Of course it is a good thing that her daughter is willing to help her with the work, and she doesn't want to hit her, but if she doesn't do well, there is nothing she can do. Eat, that mother-in-law has to scold her to death.

Seeing He Xiner's expectant gaze, Ye Wang ruthlessly ignored it. If she couldn't eat it, she would treat it as a waste of food. If the mother-in-law wanted to scold her, she would say that she cooked it herself, and she couldn't let the mother-in-law scold her daughter.

"Erni, you want to stir fry, don't burn it"

Seeing the girl nodding, put the apron around her
"Mother will set you on fire"

Ye Wang's corn paste and Wowotou had already been prepared, and after the dishes were ready, they could serve a plate of pickles before eating. There was no need to do anything else now, and they could concentrate on lighting Ye Erni's fire.

Ye Erni looked at the things on the kitchen shelf, and saw a jar of coarse salt, and another jar with half a jar of vegetable oil, which looked like rapeseed oil.

(End of this chapter)