In the kitchen in the backyard, the kitchen knives are shiny and shiny, inserted in the knife holder, the cutting board is clean, the water tank is covered with gauze to prevent dust, the gourd scoop handle is hung on the wall with a hemp rope, and even the jar of pickles is wiped clean.

"Brother He, it's amazing." Bai Xuefei muttered to herself and chuckled alone.

After going to other people's kitchens, she found that He Zishan's kitchen was different from others.

Scooping up a basin of water, Bai Xuefei chose two of the most beautiful potatoes and cleaned them, "It's so cold." ”

She shuddered and exhaled.

After the washed potatoes were scraped off with a spatula, she reached for the kitchen knife.

Another shiver, it's so cold!

"It feels like the knives are getting heavier." Bai Xuefei remembered the wild vegetables fried for the first time, and stewed two potatoes in the rice, and he didn't feel that the kitchen knife was very heavy at that time......

Hold the potato with two fingers of your left hand and split it in half with your right hand.

With a clatter, the kitchen knife swooped into the air.

Grunt, two potatoes rolled to the ground and were covered in a layer of dust.

Bai Xuefei sighed, and simply didn't do anything. Roll up your sleeves and hold the potatoes violently. into the water.

"It's hard to be a human being."

The fox that has become a fine has long learned to raise autumn fat and food, and generally does not come out of the hole in winter.

Two clicks and two potatoes are cut in half.

"This meat is so fat!" Bai Xuefei took out the foreleg meat he bought at Ji's house and cut a small half.

Wash and cut into thumb-length strips.

A small wooden bench was placed in front of the stove, and an unusually uniform firewood was stacked next to it, neatly and neatly.

First knead the velvet made of mugwort leaves. Rub it soft and rotten and lay it on an arm-length shovel.

Then put on the iron sheet, take the stone and knock it. When the soft velvet meets the spark, the velvet is sent into the pit with a shovel, and some sun-dried rattan and hay are stuffed, and the small fire rises.

"Last time, it was Brother He who lit the fire." Bai Xuefei said to himself, I used the stove a few times in the autumn, and this was the first time I lit a fire.

Try to remember what you saw on the table next to you.

I put the thinnest piece of wood in it first, and with a snap - the fire was half extinguished.

"Oops!" Bai Xuefei exclaimed.

In a panic, he picked up another piece of firewood, and simply held it in his hand and burned it for a while, "Hey, it turns out that burning a fire is the most difficult." ”

I finally started a fire, and my stomach was already rumbling.

Bai Xue moved her ears and poured oil into the pot in frustration.

The crackling sound was a little scary, and she stirred it twice, then used the wooden cover as a shield in front of her.

Nose pumping. It's moving, it's a little mushy.

Quickly stir-fried twice, the aroma of meat hooked out the gluttonous insects, she put down her shield, panicked and added a large scoop of water, waited for the smoke to dissipate, and inhaled the aroma with satisfaction.

"What a joy to be a human being!"

After the water in the pot boiled, she pumped two sticks of firewood and inserted them into the ashes, turning them into a low heat and simmering slowly.

Stretched out his hand to roast it, rubbed his palm, and felt a sensation on his hand.

After warming her face and ears again, she sighed, "Brother He, it's really hard." It turns out that winter is coming, and there are so many troubles. ”

After about two quarters of an hour of stewing, Zhao Xidi smelled the fragrance and looked at it secretly.

Bai Xuefei got up and poured the potatoes into it, and threw two slices of ginger, three or five dried peppers, and a pinch of dried peppercorns.

Re-clograph the wooden cover.

When the potatoes are raw, two special long chopsticks are set up in the pot, and a few dry and hard nests are placed on them.

"Hehe, I'll leave a bowl for Brother He later." As she spoke, the tips of her ears moved slightly, and she staggered to the door.

"Brother He, you're back."

He Zishan looked solemn, nodded slightly, and stopped talking.

Bai Xuefei restrained his smile, "What's wrong?" She suddenly remembered the subtle click.

"Grandma Zhou, go."

Bai Xuefei was stunned for a long time, "Go, what do you mean." ”

Zhao Xidi was the first to go out to join in the fun.

Someone outside came back one after another to call for help, Bai Xuefei heard someone say, "The heavy snow crushed the eaves of Grandma Zhou's kitchen, and even collapsed half of the house next door, crushing the six-month-old pregnant woman inside, one corpse and two lives." ”

He Zishan opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and reached out and patted her shoulder.

"I'll come back and get a shovel to help, don't run around at home." After that, he looked at his thatched house twice, "Don't run over there, there is still ......"

"Brother He." Bai Xuefei's voice was a little choked, "I want to, go and see." ”

He Zishan was silent for a while and nodded.