Abandoned Peasant Woman: Farming With a Cute Baby

Zhao Yuner rolled her eyes in her heart. This Feng Changxia said so nicely. In fact, who didn't know that she was thinking about her food in her heart!

It's true that other people's things are good, and Pakistan takes a little bit of advantage.

"Hmm..." Liang Jinqiao responded, the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little sad.

Zhao Yuner didn't pay attention to Feng Changxia at all.

The entrance banquet in the evening must be prepared, and the meat must be eaten on the same day, otherwise it will easily spoil.

After all, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and there was no refrigerator in ancient times.

Thinking of the refrigerator, Zhao Yuner suddenly thought of making ice with nitrate.

When she was young, not every household had a refrigerator, but people in the village would sell popsicles and ice cream.

At that time, a popsicle was two cents, but it was delicious. The popsicle seller puts the ice in a box, and then covers it with a quilt, so as to keep the temperature low and prevent the ice in the box from melting.

This is equivalent to a small, simple refrigerator. In the age when refrigerators were not rare, popsicles were preserved in this way.

If she uses saltpeter to make ice now, she can put the ice in a small sealed box and cover it with a quilt, so that even if the weather gets hot, the overnight meals or ingredients can be placed in this simple "refrigerator" "Inside, it won't go bad, let alone waste of ingredients.

She has to wait until she has time to do it, and she doesn't feel that way at all now. Tian Tian didn't come back one day, her heart would hang all day, and she didn't want to manage the banquet at night.

I also thought that even if I didn't make it tonight, I would have to make up for it. It's better to do it directly and to save trouble. After all, the ingredients have been bought.

After a while, the noodles in Zhao Yuner's bowl were not so hot, so she swallowed the noodles.

Liang Jinqiao also brought out a bowl of noodles from the kitchen.

At noon, I was able to cook it, and I was afraid that it would not be wasted. I would definitely not have leftovers when I entered the banquet at night, so Liang Jinqiao estimated that he cooked a bowl alone.

After she finished serving the bowl, it happened to be all in the pot, so she won't waste it when she eats it.

Zhao Yuner glanced at Liang Jinqiao's bowl, and saw that everyone else had eggs in their bowls, except Liang Jinqiao's bowl.

Zhao Yun'er frowned involuntarily, and asked, "Mother, why don't you have any eggs? Didn't you fry them for yourself?"

Liang Jinqiao smiled and replied, "It's okay! Yun'er, mother doesn't need to eat, you just eat."

Zhao Yuner's brows wrinkled deeper, "Mother, how can you do this! You are not willing to eat it yourself, so save it for us?"

"Mother don't have to eat! It's not a deliberate saving!" Liang Jinqiao continued to laugh.

Zhao Yuner showed a paralyzed face, and sometimes she couldn't stand Liang Jinqiao. Like her mother in the 21st century, she always gave good things to her family and never eats herself.

It's just an egg, so why not save this.

"Mother, you are not before, but you are pregnant. Don't stop eating. Where can you supplement nutrition? What about the child in your stomach? If you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your child!"

Zhao Yun'er gave a lesson, as if she was being taught by an elder, she switched her role with Liang Jinqiao.

Liang Jinqiao's smile became far-fetched, "You child is too worried about his mother. Although he is pregnant, he is eating very well now. Don't be too good. It will be even harder to be pregnant with you for a few hours!"