Fang Jing helped Fang Da to cut the bamboo, each bamboo was cut into sixteen pieces, so that Fang Da could use the flattened bamboo slices, and after finishing it, he went to the stove room, took a look at the stove room at random, and then went to the right room to lift out the basket of pig's head meat, thinking about what to eat in the morning.

Fang Jing felt that he would cook some meat dishes and cook some rice, but thinking that he would be like this for three days, he couldn't stand it anymore, and it was not easy to go to the thatched house after eating too much, so he thought about it or changed it.

Fang Jing went back to the right room and came out with the barrel of marinated meat, skewered the meat and rabbit with hemp rope and hung them to dry, and emptied the wooden barrel to draw water, otherwise she would have to go to the ditch to stir-fry and get some water.

Fang Jing hurriedly moved the small table in the main room to the edge of the ditch and washed it, put it on the side of the stove door, and then took the iron pot to the right room to get some coarse noodles, poured it on the small table, scooped some water into the coarse noodles, slowly kneaded it with both hands, until it was kneaded into a dough, Fang Jing kneaded the dough and put it on the table, and then came back to get it later, first to fry the pig's head meat.

The eldest girl has been watching Fang Jing kneading the thick noodles on the side, feeling curious, I don't know what Brother Jing is making delicious today, but looking at the delicious appearance, she fantasizes that she will eat two big bowls for a while, no, she will eat three bowls.

The big girl went into the stove to help Fang Jing burn the fire, Fang Jing poured water into the pot, put the pig's head meat, poured it into the pot and stir-fried after removing the blood foam, added ginger and garlic sauce to continue stir-frying, and when it was almost over, get more water and add some coarse salt to cook it, and cover the pot.

"Big girl, the fire can be smaller, just burn it slowly and cook it." Fang Jing saw that the fire was too big, so she could only ask the big girl to reduce the fire a little more and simmer.

"Okay, Brother Jing." The eldest girl took out some firewood after answering, and the little sister was very curious about what her brother was going to eat today, so she kept following her brother's buttocks, and almost hit her just now.

"Little sister, don't you have to follow me all the time, I'm cooking, and if I hit you, I'll be broken." Fang Jing was very inconvenient for the little girl to follow, and if she really wanted to bump into it, she would feel distressed.

"I'll just watch my brother cook, and I won't follow." Fang Yuan felt that his brother was a little disgusted with him, so he didn't want to follow him by himself.

"Then you just stand on the side and watch, my brother is afraid of bumping into you." Fang Jing had to explain, afraid that this little girl would be angry.

"Well, I'm here watching my brother cook." Fang Yuan nodded heavily and said to Fang Jing.

Fang Jing began to knead the dough on the small table, then made it into a small ball, then stretched it, then flattened it with a small bamboo stick, cut it into strips with a kitchen knife, a wide noodle with chopsticks long and not thick, cut a large basket full of it, the dough was finished, and the pig's head meat in the stove room was almost the same, Fang Jing returned to the stove room and picked up some wild vegetables that were placed on the ground yesterday, went to the ditch to wash them and returned to the stove room.

Peel off the lid of the pot, pour the wild vegetables into it and turn it, there is a lot of soup, and there is also a lot of pig's head meat, Fang Jing used chopsticks to clip a piece to the little sister next to her.

"Taste it and see if it's delicious." Fang Jing also took a piece and tasted it, the taste was okay, she had to be bored for a while, and by the way, she sandwiched a piece for the big girl who burned the fire.

"Brother, it's delicious, but it's still braised pork." Listening to Xiaomei's words, I feel that Xiaomei is only more interested in yesterday's braised pork.

"Cook it for a while, and when the dish is ready, add the soup cake, and you will know that it is not much different from braised pork." Fang Jing didn't want her little sister to only think about braised pork, she had to eat like this to become a little fat girl.

After being stuffy for about twenty minutes, Fang Jing picked up the clay pot for cooking rice and filled the stuffed pork head meat, and after loading the vegetables, he poured water into the iron pot.

"Big girl, increase the fire, now you want to make a big fire." Fang Jing was about to prepare to cook noodles.

The water in the iron pot is boiling, put some coarse salt into it, then pour all the noodles into it, use two long bamboo sticks that have just been sharpened as long chopsticks, and stir the noodles in the iron pot with long chopsticks in hand, so that it is not easy to paste, and after a few minutes, the noodles are seven or eight ripe.

"Big girl, cease fire, stop all fires. Bury it with ashes. Fang Jing looked at it and told the eldest girl to stop the fire, and after pouring some sauce into it, she continued to stir the noodles in the pot.

"Dog, go and ask your grandmother and mother to come back and prepare for dinner." Fang Jing put down the long chopsticks in his hand, hurriedly went out of the stove room, wiped the small table with weeds and moved it to the main house.

"Uncle Dayong, I called the dog baby to call Aunt Apo Xiu to come back and prepare for dinner." Fang Jing hurriedly said to Fang Dayong, who was still busy, watching Fang Dayong sitting on the ground making bamboo sticks, and a pile had already been made next to him.

After a while, Aunt Xiu and the others came back from the bamboo forest, carrying a basket of bamboo leaves.

"Aunt Xiu, why do you get so many bamboo leaves? You don't need any firewood. Fang Jing was very strange about the bamboo leaves that Aunt Xiu got back.

"Jing Wazi, you don't understand, after the bamboo leaves are washed and dried, and then kneaded, you can put them in the futon, which is warm and light in winter." Aunt Xiu said to Fang Jing's puzzled expression.

"Ah, it's okay to do this, I don't even know, thank you Aunt Xiu." Fang Jing thought that paper could keep warm, and bamboo leaves could also be used, and felt that the ancients were really brain-opening, and they could think of any idea, which was really good.

"Grandma, Aunt Xiu, I will eat soup cakes mixed with pig's head meat this morning, and I will try the taste later." Fang Jing went back to the stove room and picked up some wild onions and chopped them, sprinkled them in the pot, went to the main room with both hands and put them on the table, and put the clay pot on the table.

Fang Jing hurriedly asked Aunt Xiu's family to clip the noodles in the iron pot, and she also sandwiched a bowl of noodles for the little sister on the side, put it on the table, and then scooped some soup and meat from the clay pot and put it into the bowl, and then mixed it with chopsticks.

"Little sister, come, this bowl is for you, serve it well, if it's hot, put it on the table and eat it."

"Grandma, Aunt Xiu, Uncle Dayong, you just make it like this, mix well, so that the taste is more sufficient." Fang Jing demonstrated it to everyone.

"Jing Wazi, don't worry about us, you can eat it yourself, and we'll get it." Grandma looked at Fang Jing who was busy with Fang Yuan's food, and had to teach everyone how to make it, and said to Fang Jing.

Snorting, this is obviously like the sound of eating noodles for the first time, after eating a bowl and another bowl, the noodles are wide and thick, and the taste is strong, Fang Jing looked at this exhibition game of eating, it is difficult to describe it in words.

Soup cakes, the name of the Tang people, the northwest place is called Butuo, the east place is called boiled cake, and the southerly place is called soup cake, Fang Jing's previous life was called noodles, there are many ways to eat, steaming soup, frying, stewing, stuffy, all kinds of ways to eat, but in this Tang Dynasty, it is still mainly boiled, there is not much seasoning, and the taste is estimated to be indescribable.

With the Qinling Huai River as the boundary, Fangjia Village belongs to the south, and Fangjia Village is also planted with rice, relative to pasta, Fangjia Village's ancestors in the past were mainly pasta, and after moving to Fangjia Village, rice was taken as the staple food, and wheat with the change of a hundred years, the basic pasta class is gone.

"Jing Wazi, this soup cake tastes so good, pour this pig's head meat and mix it with the soup, this taste is too good." Aunt Xiu was the first to express her opinion on the taste of the soup cakes.

"Yes, yes, this soup cake made by Jing Wazi makes me don't want to eat rice anymore." Grandma is definitely a loyal protector of soup cakes, and she has bad teeth, so she has nothing to say about soup cakes that have soup and don't need to be chewed hard.

"Jing Wazi, this soup cake you made is so delicious." Fang Dayong also felt that he needed to say something to show his existence.

"Brother Jing, if I can eat this soup cake every day, I can do whatever you tell me." The dog's face was full of soup, and he smiled and said with admiration.

"The soup cakes made by Brother Jing are delicious." The eldest girl didn't forget to praise Fang Jing.

"Uh-huh, delicious, delicious." The second baby also needs to show her sense of existence.

"What my brother makes is delicious, and I will eat it every day in the future, and I will eat braised pork." Fang Yuan couldn't forget yesterday's braised pork, and still felt that the braised pork was better.

"It's delicious, everyone will finish the soup cakes and vegetables in the pot." Fang Jing, the chef, was very pleased, with a smile on her face, and she was happy that her work could be praised by everyone.

After the noodles are eaten, the dishes are eaten, it is the end of lying on the ground again, and the scene of eating support again, the little babies will not pay attention to any image, they all fall to the ground and lie down, only adults still need to pay attention to the image of sitting upright, but it is also a little uncomfortable.

Fang Jing got up to clean up the pots and pans, and after a while, he had to clean the table, and he had to go to the mountains and forests to have a look, and by the way, dig up some potatoes and wild vegetables, and then look to see if there are any other good things.

After cleaning up, Fang Jing returned to the main house and sat by the door, the little sister also walked and sat next to Fang Jing, Fang Jing took the little sister in her hand, looked down at the little sister, after eating the soup cake, there was some soup on the side of her mouth, Fang Jing was busy pulling the clothes on her body and wiped her mouth.

The little sister felt her brother's love, which had never been done before, the little man's heart was full of sweetness, and she smiled with satisfaction and happiness, which made Fang Jing feel even more distressed about the little sister in her heart.

Fang Jing looked at the open space in front of the house, where the basketball court was so big, there was a path to the mountain forest on one side of the stove house, and the road to the village on the other side of the house, all of which were slowly downhill, and in front of the open space was a big step, more than one meter high, and below was a field, in which there were some planted rice.

The open space is really open space, it is empty, only there are some stones near the rice field, there is not even a tree in the open space, Fang Jing thought that he had to get a few trees to plant if he had time, so that at least he could block the sun, and he didn't need to stay in the house all the time.

It's almost time to sit and rest, Fang Jing got up and called the little sister back to the house, the sun is starting to get bigger, and the time will be around ten o'clock, but if you are always shining by the sun, not to mention tanning, your skin will be uncomfortable.

"Uncle Dayong, Aunt Xiu, I'll go to the mountains and forests to take a look in a while, and I won't bring the dog baby this time." Fang Jing thought that he would not bring the dog baby this time, and go farther away by himself to check what was in the forest, and the animals and plants that could be worth getting back by himself.

"Well, okay, Jing Wazi, you can go by yourself, but you must be careful, and run away when you are in danger." Aunt Xiu felt that Fang Jing might want to go into the depths of the mountains and forests, and told Fang Jing.

Fang Jing naturally nodded, returned to the stove room and took the broken knife, resisted the hoe and carried the basket with some hemp rope, and walked in the direction of the mountains and forests, in addition to digging some potatoes and wild vegetables, and then touching around to take a look.