Stick the curtain cloth.

Liang Hanchu was anxious about the round house before, so he only pasted window screens in their room, and the doors and windows of the other rooms were still pasted.

In addition, they have too many things to do these days, so this matter has been put on hold, and they have not even bought the soft cigarette for gluing the windows, they just bought it back yesterday, and last night they were busy making pork barbecued pork, and they still couldn't put on the window screen.

No matter what, I also put a paste on Liang Jing's house first, these days the windows of Liang Jing's house use a coarse cloth coat from Liang Hanchu to block the wind, Liang Hanchu was born strong and burly, his clothes are enough to block the wind, but the lighting is not good, and the little guy can't always live in a dim room.

Liang Jing heard that he was going to paste the windows, not to mention how excited he was.

"Mother, I've seen Uncle Pan's house paste windows, it's fun, can I help?"

"Of course, let's go cook the paste first." In ancient times, there was no glue to sell, and if you had to stick the windows, you had to cook the paste yourself.

"Yes, yes!" Liang Jing danced with his hands.

Children's curiosity is important, and they are interested in everything, but he has lived with Liang Zhenxing and the Qin family all these years, and the children's curiosity has not been satisfied, and now that he heard that Shen Yingyue helped him, of course he was happy.

"Daddy too."

"Of course, the whole family naturally wants to be together." Liang Hanchu picked him up, and the family of three walked to the stove room.

Very Yingyue took out the smallest pot in the house, grabbed two handfuls of flour, and used it to make a paste.

In her previous life, when she was on a business trip, she had been to a more primitive kind of village, where people cooked their own New Year's couplets, and she had seen them cook, so she also knew how to cook.

Liang Hanchu and Liang Jing made a fire, and the fire in the stove immediately lit up the entire stove room, not even lighting candles, and also baked the whole stove room warm, and the walls reflected the orange firelight, which made people feel warmer.

Shen Yingyue first poured some cold water into the small pot, put the small pot on the stove, and then slowly dissolved the flour into the cold water, and stirred it in the same direction with chopsticks.

The flour slowly dissolved into the water, and the water temperature slowly increased, and she slowly stirred. It didn't take long for the flour to dissolve, and small bubbles began to bubble in the water, the water became hot, and it became more and more viscous, the small bubbles bubbled and bubbled, and Shen Yingyue felt more and more strained.

Liang Hanchu took the chopsticks from her hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed the pot handle with a rag and fixed the pot, Shen Yingyue did it very hard, he could do it easily, as if he didn't use force.

"Brother Chu, don't be so fast, slow down, it's good to be pasty."

"Hmm." Liang Hanchu nodded and slowed down.

A strong aroma of noodles came, and the noodles were cooked. Shen Yingyue took another pair of chopsticks and picked them in the pot, she was able to pull up the long silk, and the paste was cooked.

She put the paste sticking on the chopsticks to Liang Jing's mouth, and Liang Jing opened his mouth to take a bite.

"It's delicious."

"Huh." Shen Yingyue was amused by Xiao Bu, this is the paste used to stick the window, and he also thinks it is delicious. That's also because the flour in this era is pure natural and pollution-free. Not to mention, Shen Yingyue felt very fragrant when she smelled this paste.

She thought, when she has time, she will make batter for their grandfather and son to eat, otherwise wouldn't it be a waste of ancient natural and pollution-free ingredients?

"Okay, Brother Chu, you don't have to stir it up anymore."