I rely on supernatural farming to support my family

Chapter 12 Black girl's cooking skills... so good?

Gu Anxun was attracted by this topic and took the bowl subconsciously.

When Shen Yiyao entered the room with a smile, he lowered his head in astonishment, looking at the bowl in his hand, the sweet smell of milk pierced his nose.

Malt milk?He hadn't smelled it in three years.

That girl is really atmospheric, use this to treat guests...

Gu Anxun lowered his eyes and took a sip, the rich milky aroma exploded in his mouth, tempting him to rush to take a sip.

The familiar taste reminded him of many childhood memories hidden in his heart. Before he knew it, a bowl of wheat milk essence had bottomed out.

Looking at the empty bottom of the bowl, Gu Anxun still couldn't come back to his senses. He was not a greedy person, so why couldn't he hold back?
But after thinking about it, his mood became more complicated.

Maybe, this bowl of malted milk is too affordable?

Even at home, good things belong to brothers, sisters, and sisters.

When he was a child, even the malted milk that was distributed to him was only smelly and tasted bland. It was not as affordable as a white rabbit toffee.

Only when his dad came home, his malted milk had a strong milky fragrance, and the sweetness was unforgettable.

Sadly, his mother passed away when he was very young.Dad is too busy to take an annual leave all year round.He was at his uncle's house, and he had never tasted malted milk a few times, let alone a few pieces of toffee.

After his father left the mission and never returned, he even had a problem with eating enough.

Gu Anxun shook off the confusion in his mind, stepped up and put the bowl back in the kitchen, before turning around, a basket was stuffed in his hand again, it was dried sweet potatoes.

He raised his eyes, the black girl smiled like a little sun, and the little white teeth dazzled her eyes: "There is no delicious treat at home, there is only this, big brother Gu, don't dislike it."

Gu Anxun was really a little embarrassed, and he felt a little helpless when he was holding the basket.

Shen Yiyao wouldn't care about these three melons and dates.

She is a wood-type power user, what do you want to eat?As long as you get the seeds, you can spawn by yourself, and you can eat fresh at any time!

Shen Yiyao turned around and went out again. She remembered that there was a vegetable cellar in the backyard, she followed her memory to find it, and she really found it for her.

Shen Yiyao opened the vegetable cellar, scattered the air, and got out of the vegetable cellar neatly.

This is to be seen, and no one can believe that she is the party who was rumored in the village as "the head will not be happy after being smashed by Liu Ya".

Potatoes, radishes, and cabbage were piled up in the vegetable cellar, all of which Guo Shan helped collect.

In the corner was a small pot of cured meat and a small pot of pickles left by Father Shen.

Shen Yiyao thought for a while, there were still half a bag of dried potatoes and half a jar of sauerkraut in the hut, so she simply took the cured meat and pickles.

At this time, Daliu Village was not even connected to electricity, and there was no refrigerator, so every household could not store meat.

Those who can't live, the meat from the New Year's Eve will be destroyed within fifteen years;
If you will live, you can save some meat and hide it in a jar or a small vat.Similar to pickled vegetables, it is marinated with salt, and the more salty it is, the longer it will last.

When it is time to eat, the bacon needs to be washed with water over and over again and boiled repeatedly before it can be used for stir-frying and stewing.

Fortunately, Daliu Village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the environment is good. Every household has a hand-pressed well, which is very convenient for water use.

This water is genuine mountain spring water, cool and sweet, very refreshing.

Shen Yiyao just took a sip and fell in love.

In Daliu Village, pigs are owned by the public and are raised in the production team.

When the quota is enough every year, the remaining pigs will be slaughtered uniformly and distributed to each household according to the ration. If there are any leftovers, they can be bought with tickets.

Daliu Village allows chickens to be raised, but they are also rationed per head.

The Shen family originally had five chickens, but after Father Shen went, the original owner didn't want to serve the chickens, and he thought it was dirty, so he asked Guo Shan to take it to the Guo family to help raise it.

The original owner didn't care about it, Shen Yiyao could have it.

Not to mention delicious chicken, fresh eggs are also rare nutritional products in this era.

Shen Yiyao was pondering how to live his own life, while washing his hands and handling the bacon with ease; he took out two sauerkraut, washed and shredded; he grabbed two large handfuls of dried potatoes, soaked them, and washed them carefully. dust on top.

There was no vermicelli at home, so Shen Yiyao looked at the "gudugudu" bubbling pickled cabbage stew with regret, and always felt that the stew was lacking in soul.

Both stoves were burning, the kitchen was too hot, she opened the window, and the door was not closed.

Gu Anxun was sitting in the main room chewing dried sweet potatoes and studying the old foreign artillery.The rich smell of sauerkraut and meat wafted out of the kitchen, he glanced at it inadvertently, and saw a pair of white and tender little hands busy.

When the meal was ready, when the girl came out, her little hands turned black again.

Gu Anxun's eyes flashed, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth that he didn't even notice.

Shen Yiyao set the meal in the main room, and then entered the room and asked the three Guo family to wash their hands and eat.

The couple of the Guo family had Shen Yiyao bring water to wash their hands, but Gu Anxun and Guo Shan didn't get this treatment. They went to the well in the yard to wash, and then went into the house after drying them.

Five people came to the table, and in the middle of the table was a large pot of sauerkraut stew, with plenty of meat and enough dried potatoes; there was a small plate of pickles on the side of the table; the two large bowls in front of the five people were full and compacted. Solid multigrain dry rice.

A table of meals shows the authenticity of the host.

Aunt Guo felt distressed and wanted to say that this girl would not live, but because of the presence of outsiders, she opened her mouth and said nothing.

Gu Anxun also pursed his lips. He couldn't eat such an affordable meal at his uncle's house.

Guo Baoquan and Guo Shan also had complex expressions on their faces, and they were tangled before they could say anything.

However, Shen Yiyao was still persuading him to eat with a smile on his face: "Eat, hurry up to eat, you all have to go to work next day. Eat more, how can you work if you are not full?"

"But don't be polite and refuse to eat! I'm still hurt, and I don't eat much all day long. If I'm left alone, I can't eat, so I'm really wasting food."

"Uncle, aunt, two brothers, come and taste my craft."

Seeing that Gu Anxun didn't move his chopsticks, Shen Yiyao deliberately whispered in his ear: "I have to wash the tableware and chopsticks in my house, and then boil them in a pot to sterilize them, so they are not dirty."

Gu Anxun was just in a trance, he didn't expect the little girl to misunderstand, he thought that he should explain something, so he said warmly: "It's not dirty, Miss Shen has misunderstood, I... It's just that I haven't eaten home-cooked food for a long time, and I thought for a while. home."

At the end, he whispered, "I'm sorry."

He is very polite and gentle, even if he wears the same clothes as the villagers, he still stands out from the crowd.

Shen Yiyao smiled and gave in again. Before the chopsticks were moved, she each took a large piece of meat and pointed to the rice bowl: "If you're not full, you can serve it yourself. Woolen cloth."

"You~!" Aunt Guo couldn't hold back and gave Shen Yiyao an angry look.

When a piece of meat was imported, Aunt Guo's eyes lit up, and there was no time to scold people.

Gu Anxun looked at the oily piece of meat on the spiky rice...the smell made him roll his Adam's apple.

Seeing that the elder was moving his chopsticks, he picked up the chopsticks and ate a mouthful of dry rice with mixed grains, which was not like half a bowl of water and half a bowl of mixed grains.

After taking another bite of the meat, Gu Anxun paused and understood why Aunt Guo stopped talking halfway through.

This meat really doesn't taste like bacon, it's soft and rotten, it's not salty or woody at all.

Bacon is all the same, can make bacon so delicious, black girl's cooking skills... so good?

(End of this chapter)