Quickly fried the oil from the bacon, and casually put in a few cloves of crushed garlic prepared on the side.

Seeing that the heat is almost up, put the selected dishes into the pot.

At this time, the fire on the stove is booming, stir-fry on high heat, and add salt grains.

The smell of the dish quickly wafted out.

The tantalizing aroma of bacon and the smell of seasonal greens spread through the kitchen.

Put the bacon stir-fry on a plate and use a large bowl to keep warm.

Chen Mengtian thought that this morning, Jiang Zebei ate bacon more often when he was eating.

Guess he's supposed to be a carnivore.

She turned to the cellar in the small courtyard and found the wild boar meat stored.

She prepares to make braised pork, which is her specialty.

Although Chen Mengtian is not a carnivore, she also likes to eat good food.

And this braised pork is one of her favorites.

Cut the wild boar meat into pieces and prepare a few slices of ginger.

Wash the pot on the stove and pour in the appropriate amount of water, and pour the meat into the pot one by one when the water is cold.

There was not much firewood in the stove, and Chen Mengtian was a little scrambling.

Quickly filled a few handfuls of firewood, and the fire in the stove was visible to the naked eye.

When the water boils, the half-cooked taste of pork pours into the tip of the nose, and the pot is lifted, the white foam inside is skimmed off, and then the meat is fished out.

Suddenly, Chen Mengtian still needed sugar.

But this sugar, if it is not a New Year's holiday, where does the average person have it in their homes.

The sauce meat was fished out and put in the basin, Chen Mengtian left the kitchen and walked out despite the fact that the stove behind him was still burning.

She went straight to the house where she lived with Jiang Zebei.

If she remembers correctly, last month, Jiang Zebei brought back maltose once.

There should be some more at the moment.

Walking into the sleeping room, Chen Mengtian went straight to the wooden cabinet carved with simple patterns.

Open the cabinet door and head straight for a small wooden box.

This small wooden box was given to her by Jiang Zebei's father.

Or maybe her father-in-law made it himself, and he did it when she was a child.

When he handed it to her, he said that he could put her baby in.

Chen Mengtian opened the wooden box, which was old but carved with delicate patterns.

Sure enough, I saw the maltose inside.

Chen Mengtian took out the maltose, put the wooden box back into the wooden cabinet, and turned around to leave.

However, just two steps after she took it.

Suddenly stopped.

She tilted her head, a slight doubt in her eyes.

Just now, when she took out the maltose, she saw that there were other things in the wooden box.

A red headband, but the color had faded and looked old.

There was also a piece of paper that looked like it had handwriting on it.

Chen Mengtian put the maltose in his hand on the table beside him.

She returned to the old wooden cabinet and took out the delicate wooden box from the cabinet.

The moment he opened the wooden box, some unfamiliar pictures appeared in Chen Mengtian's mind.

A delicate-looking little boy raised the bright red rope in his hand and sent it to the girl with two pigtails opposite.

He said, "Tiantian, this is the copper plate that my mother and father saved for me and bought it for you." ”

The little girl on the other side lowered her head and couldn't see her face clearly.

But the fingers of her two hands were tightly entangled, as if very nervous.

"Don't you like Tiantian?" The little boy was a little anxious.

The little girl on the other side probably saw that he was in a hurry, so she raised her head cautiously.

The moment she raised her head, Chen Mengtian recognized it at a glance.