Back to the era with space supplies

Chapter 85

"I'm not here to urge you. Didn't I pick the bamboo fungus last time? I found some in the bamboo forest behind the educated youth spot. It's already ready. You can take a bowl and try it?"

Huo Lang raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, refusing quickly: "No need."

"Don't refuse so quickly!" Si Ningning frowned, and the mole at the corner of her eye twitched, she gave a "tsk" in displeasure, and said, "I don't mean anything else, I just think about making a mat Trouble, you only need a few grains of candy, I feel so sorry that I came up with this."

Huo Lang paused, leaning on the back of the chair and twisting his neck, Si Ningning's words were reasonable, if he pushed again, it would be hypocritical.

"Wait." Huo Lang pinched one side of the bricks, pressed down the place where weaved, then got up and entered the room, took out a rough porcelain bowl after a while, and handed it to Si Ningning in a hurry.

Si Ningning took the bowl, and glanced at the man who was sitting back on the bench weaving a summer mat. She turned her head and looked around, and took the bowl to the small rattan table on the side of the yard.

The three legs of the small table are set apart and are very stable. Si Ningning is basically sure that this is Huo Lang's handwriting.

She put the bowl on the table, lifted the lid of the lunch box and poured the lump soup into the bowl, no more, no less, just enough to fill the bowl.

She closed the lid and put the lunch box into the small basket, "This is still hot, remember to eat it while it's hot, I'm going back."

With that said, he has already stepped towards the door.

Huo Lang turned his head and glanced, the little girl was slim and slender, with a basket he made up in her hand.

The basket looked okay, but it was actually not strong, and anything heavier could deform it.

Huo Lang originally wanted to mention something when people came to pick up the mat in two days, but when he finished his work and was about to go to the sky, he casually glanced at the bowl on the small table, and he hesitated again.

If you take a closer look, you can see that it is fine gnocchi.

There are stinky mushrooms with white silk floating on the surface of the noodle soup, and there are oily flowers visible to the naked eye. The ingredients are very honest.

Food rations are precious, fine grains are even more precious, not to mention such white noodles...

It should be made of Fuqiang powder.

Huo Lang frowned slightly, and picked up the bowl to return it, but the bowl had been placed outside for too long, and ants had crawled on the edge, and upon closer inspection, there were also drowned or scalded ants in the noodle soup.

It doesn't look good to go back like this...

Huo Lang simply dismissed the idea, carried the bowl through the main room into the kitchen, picked out the ants in the soup with chopsticks, and took a larger bowl and put it on top, ready to wait for his younger brothers and sisters to get up to eat.

After all, it is fine grain, even if you can't eat anything, you should be able to drink two mouthfuls of soup.

Turning around and leaving the house, the girl's figure appeared in his mind again, Huo Lang sighed.

Taking out such a precious thing casually to thank others, I really don't know whether to praise her for her sincerity, or to be a fool who doesn't know what to eat.

That's all, take the time to make up a serious basket for her, just to offset the favor.

On the other side, after Si Ningning left the Chen's house, he walked back along the bamboo forest path for a while, and stopped until he couldn't see the Chen's house at the turn.

There was still a while before starting work, but when Si Ningning saw no one around, he grabbed onto a bamboo and used his strength to enter the bamboo forest.

This bamboo forest extends from the mountain. Si Ningning is not familiar with the terrain, so he dare not wander around.

Moyo walked 20 meters inside, took out the towel he used in the morning from the space, tied the towel around the waist of a bamboo as a mark, and walked a little further inside, making sure that the sound of cutting the bamboo would not be heard Only then did he stop, took out the ax from the space and started to work.

(End of this chapter)