After Ye Xiaoman finished soaking in the hot spring, he walked out of the space.

Sure enough, it was already dawn, and the high-pitched crowing of a rooster was heard outside the house.

She looked at the dripping on the table, it was the end of the hour.

It's been a long time since she's cooked breakfast, and she went to the stove room, intending to cook a hearty meal for the big guys.

The Ye family is no longer what it used to be, not to mention the money that Ye Xiaoman earned, it was Qi Ye and them, and they each had their own inputs.

Needless to say, Qi Ye worked as a staff member in Prince Xian's mansion, and he sent a cart of rice noodles to his home every month, and some of them were bits and pieces, which were never broken.

Qi Shan worked as an errand in the Black Flag Army, worse than Qi Ye, and let him eat a lot of it in the camp, but he often sent some game back, and I don't know how he saved it.

Wei Mian earns a lot, but he spends it on putting it on, and he doesn't pay attention to what he eats. It's just that after recognizing Feng Xiaoyun, the Feng family sent things every day, rice, noodles, vegetables, meat, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, tea, melons and fruits, clothes and jewelry, so that the family was almost overwhelmed.

The poorest is Bai Qiu, he goes out to practice medicine, if he goes to the rich family, he will bring back some silver, if he goes to the poor family, he will paste the medicinal herbs.

However, there is no shortage of his three melons and two dates at home, and the eldest mother didn't talk about him.

As for Daddy Ye, in fact, the family can rent out the land, but Daddy disagrees.

He felt that farming was his roots, and if he was told not to farm, he would have no roots.

Therefore, although there is no shortage of food, clothing, or money at home, my father still has to carry a hoe to the field every day.

The eldest lady doesn't think so, she can't be happy now, but if she is told to be idle, she can't be idle.

According to the eldest mother's words, she manages the family's vegetable patch, chicken coop, pigsty and duck nest, which is also an important job.

Ye Xiaoman lifted the curtain of the stove room, and the things sent by the Feng family yesterday were piled up everywhere.

Coupled with the rice jar that is about to overflow in the house, and the large vegetable shelves that are more than three stories high, the original large and spacious room looks extremely small.

She rummaged through the things in the house, took eight preserved eggs, two salted meats, a handful of small green vegetables, scooped the polished rice of white flowers, washed what should be washed, cut what should be cut, and removed the shells, and boiled a pot of salty and fragrant preserved eggs and lean porridge.

There are now two stoves at home, one stove is boiling porridge, and the other is not idle.

Ye Xiaoman reconciled the noodles, all fine white flour, not coarse at all, and branded with scallion pancakes.

She remembered that when she first woke up, she ate a coarse biscuit and had to have a bowl of water, otherwise her throat would hurt.

At that time, my biggest wish was to eat fine noodles and polished rice, and now I have come true.

It can be seen that no matter how difficult it is, as long as you grit your teeth and get through, a better day will come.

The fragrant scallion pancakes are out of the pot, and the cakes in Ye Xiaoman's stall are bigger today, bigger than her face.

Such a big cake, empty mouth, how lonely.

So, she scrambled eggs.

More than a dozen eggs, beaten in a basin, beaten evenly, let's have a luxury today, without adding any water, just scrambled, pure scrambled eggs.

Pickled snow mushrooms during the Chinese New Year, take them out, put them in the pot, stir-fry them in lard, add chopped mushrooms, minced garlic, diced chicken, remove them from the pot, sprinkle them with chopped green onions, and add a little sesame oil, which is the best for appetizing.

Ye Xiaoman thought of her mother, who was pregnant, and might not like too oily.

She quickly brushed the pot and used a little rapeseed oil to fry a plate of refreshing small greens, a plate of crispy raw lotus root slices, and a plate of stewed broad beans.

At first, she did it alone, but it didn't take long for Bai Qiu to come in.

He is the one who usually cooks breakfast at home.

Seeing Ye Xiaoman, he was stunned at first, and then immediately came to help.

So to make the dishes in the back, Ye Xiaoman only needs to fry them with his hands, and the rest of the selection, washing, and cutting are all made by Bai Qiu.