After reading the book, the address of [Wanbenshen Station]: Avoid the pain of chasing books!

"Hah......!"

And when he walked from the somewhat cold hall to the courtyard, Ye Tingcheng couldn't help but shiver, cold, really cold.

The biting cold air came in the moment she opened the door of the hall and opened the curtain.

She couldn't help but stomp her feet hard, rubbed her arms and hands, and walked into the courtyard.

She was wearing thick cotton shoes on her feet, which Aunt Li specially made for her.

In addition to the pair she called, there were three pairs, and the remaining three pairs were made in a hurry.

Not only her, but even Ling Xiao also has several pairs of thick cotton shoes.

There are boots in this plane, but she and Ling Xiao can't wear them yet.

At present, the warmest thing is cotton shoes, but it is not convenient in snowy days or when the snow melts.

Before the crossing, all kinds of warm and moisture-proof shoes, before they appeared, she wore cotton shoes in winter.

Not to mention the hassle to do, the first thing to do is to make the sole, commonly known as the mille-feuille bottom.

It also takes two or three processes to make the sole, and then cut out the appropriate sole according to the size of each person's foot, and then take it out one by one, that is, the sole.

In her previous life, when she was a child, she followed her grandmother's side, and she saw her grandmother more than once, and there were other aunts and aunts who took soles.

A needlework basket, an awl, a thimble, a white thread, and a few needles are all the belongings.

Of course, there is also the material that cuts the sole.

The soles of these shoes should be pulled out in a row, some hands and feet are fast, some hands and feet are slow, but the spacing on the soles is the same.

At that time, the cotton shoes she wore were made for her by her grandmother.

The scumbag dad and scumbag will only take care of the scumbag girl, and she will always be the one who is ignored and ignored.

The newly made cotton shoes are particularly beautiful, both the sole and the upper are new.

The sole is snow-white, but the upper has a variety of color patterns.

It's just that if it snows, if you stay outside for a long time, the cotton shoes will get wet, and sometimes the whole shoe will be completely wet.

Whenever this happens, her grandmother would ask her to put her cotton shoes on the coal fire at night.

After a night, the soaked cotton shoes will be dried.

Taking a deep breath of cold air, Ye Chengcheng became more and more sober under the stimulation of the cold air, and he also wanted to put his memories back into the deepest part of his heart.

She had already decided what she was going to do in the morning, and she had decided to go three points more than usual.

After Ling Xiao finished eating the fruit, several wisps of black mist floated out of his body, leaving several black marks on his face and hands.

Nothing makes her happy as Ling Xiao's body is getting better day by day, and the toxins are rapidly decreasing.

Even if she didn't sleep all night last night, she stood all night and didn't feel her legs and feet stiff.

Because her whole person, her whole heart, was put on Ling Xiao's body, and she ignored herself.

It was only after she came out that she thought of it, stomped her feet, shook her hands, and made herself flexible.

Moving her body, she went into the kitchen.

The potatoes were washed first, but they were not peeled.

Aunt Li picked up two kinds of potatoes for them, one was a big potato and the other was a small potato.

If you want to make a stew, this small potato is the best.

The color of the small potatoes is a little dark, and the size is small, but they are very smooth and full.

Aunt Li also said that this small potato does not need to be peeled at all, and if it is stewed with the skin, it tastes especially good.

Even if it's a big potato, you don't actually need to peel it.

Even if the potato skin is very thin, Aunt Li and her sisters are used to eating with the skin, as long as it is not bad, it will not be peeled if it does not sprout.

The small potatoes produced in Xiaoqing Village do not need Ye Tingcheng to deliberately comb with special abilities, and they are natural and free of impurities.

Ling Xiao can eat it directly, and it doesn't matter.

After processing the small potatoes, she took out half of the pork ribs that Aunt Li had already chopped.

In addition to these small chops, she will also put two large bones in the stew this morning.

Now light the stove, then scoop two scoops of water into the pot, and when someone is hot, put the ribs and big bones into the pot together, and blanch them in boiling water.

While blanching, she took a spoon and skimmed off the foam that had floated on it.

The next step is to take out the ribs, then clean the iron pot, and then scoop clean water into the iron pot.

She didn't stew small potatoes and ribs with big bones.

Instead, the ribs and bones are put down first, and after the water is boiled over the high heat, a few sticks of firewood are pulled out, and the fire becomes low, and it slowly simmers for about half an hour.

Taking advantage of the gap between stewing pork ribs, Ye Qingcheng quickly made the cornmeal and pasted more than a dozen cakes on top of the iron pot.

The cornmeal was also brought out from Xiaoqing Village, and this morning she served it with stewed pork ribs, which was paste.

When Aunt Li was in Xiaoqing Village, she pasted cakes for them.

You don't need to put anything, just water and cornmeal.

Before the cake comes out of the pan, a special sweetness wafts out of the pan and fills the air.

And after the pan comes out of the pan, the cake is browned on one side and golden brown on the other.

As far as she is concerned, her favorite is the freshly cooked cakes.

She thinks that the cakes at this time are the best, crispy and fluffy, and when you bite into them, they are hot and fragrant.

If she had eaten according to Ling Xiao, she would only have to paste six or seven cakes in the morning.

However, thinking that neither of them had eaten enough last night, and that they had not slept all night, she simply pasted five or six more cakes this morning.

Anyway, she thinks that this breakfast, leftovers are not very likely.

Although the potsticker cakes are not unpalatable when they are cold, she still prefers to eat the cakes that have just come out of the pot.

So I didn't do much, anyway, as long as I wanted to eat, I just stuck to eat it.

When Ye Chengcheng was busy in the kitchen, the neighbors on both sides, as well as the neighbors of the whole street, also began to get up one after another, and they all went to the kitchen to cook first.

Milky white smoke wafted out of the chimneys of each house, and because there was no wind, it went straight into the sky.

As more people got up, they gradually mixed with all kinds of sounds, playing a morning sonata of pots and spoons.

Occasionally, someone's dog barks, mixed with the laughter of children.

In such a sonata that gradually came to mind, Ye Tingcheng also hummed quietly.

Cheerful symbols accompanied her singing, as if they had all come to life, dancing happily around her in the slightly cramped kitchen.

The ribs were about to be stewed, so Ye Tingcheng put the small potatoes in the pot, and also put a large handful of dried fairy vegetables.

Dried fairy vegetables do not need to be specially soaked, as long as they are put into the soup, the soup will be automatically absorbed, and the freshness and tenderness before being dried will be restored.

Ye Tingcheng stood by the pot with a spoon, and after the fairy vegetables had absorbed the soup, he took the spoon and stirred it a few times.

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