Wang went to work in the fields every day with righteousness, and Xin'er began to learn to cook.

Xin'er watched Wang's cooking in the kitchen every day last winter, but she never got into it, and she never told Wang, only occasionally asked Wang.

It was cold in winter, and Wang just thought that the child was cold and stayed in front of the stove, so he didn't care, so he went with her, and also let Xin'er remember the steps of cooking rice and some theoretical knowledge.

On this day, the Wang family didn't come back until noon, and they had to come back for lunch on weekdays.

Xin'er fed all the chickens in the house, and there was no one to see when the ground was swept, so she was ready to cook a meal, and she could also let her mother do less and rest more.

Xin'er came to the kitchen when everything was ready, she knew how to make a fire, but she didn't make it in the stove again, and it took a while just to make a fire.

She had to wash the pot after lighting a fire, Xin'er had never cooked, and the stove at home was too high for her, so she was a head higher than the stove, and it was completely impossible to cook.

She was also smart, and took two stools almost as high as her thighs and placed them in front of the stove, and climbed up to get much higher than the stove.

After feeling the height, the stool would not turn over, I went to get the brush handle and began to brush the pot, brushed the pot and mixed it with two spoons of water to boil in the pot.

After boiling the water, he took the scoop of water and went to the place where the rice was placed, mixed half a bowl of rice and half a bowl of corn ballast, and when the water in the pot boiled, he put the washed rice in and boiled.

While cooking, she picked up a small old pumpkin at home, holding a big kitchen knife in her small hand, and tried several times before cutting the pumpkin.

She didn't lose her skin, she was afraid that her hand would hurt, this kitchen knife was a bit too big for her, and she couldn't grasp it for a while.

After cutting the pumpkin, the rice in the pot was almost ready to drain, and Xin'er climbed up to the stool to find a basin and a spatula to scoop out the rice in the pot and drain it.

Because Xin'er's speed was a little slower, the rice behind her was a little cooked, and Xin'er's retort was not big or small, which was a little difficult for Xin'er, but she still spent a long time washing the retort and putting it in the pot, and put her cut pumpkin under the retort.

I added more than two spoonfuls of water to the pot, carefully poured the boiled and drained rice into the retort, and finally covered the lid, and the rice was almost ready, and finally steamed for a while.

It took nearly half an hour to cook this retort and rice, and the time was getting later and later, and Xin'er added a piece of firewood to the stove and was ready to call her mother and them back for dinner.

Another reason is that she can't hold the retort that contains the rice, if the pumpkin in the pot is late and the pumpkin in the pot is cooked in two days, the old pumpkin is not so cooked.

After everything was done, she closed the door and went to find the Wang family, and she didn't walk a few steps out when she saw her mother and them returning.

"Mother, you're back, I said I'm going to look for you."

Xin'er ran towards the Wang family and said.

"Well, you're back, hungry, aren't you?"

Wang has a lot of grass clippings on his body, and she and Youyi are going to the field to shovel grass today.

"No, mother, it's time to eat, I've cooked all the rice."

The mother and son talked as they walked home, and they didn't notice that anyone was watching them not far away.

Feng Yu'an originally planned to go to the village to play with his friends today, but when he went, he found that several people had gone to the field, or he had to take care of his family, no, he went home without anyone.

I was bored at home, so I sat at the door with a stool to eat, and then I saw Xin'er and their family.

Watching his heart bounce, he was fascinated for a while, so he kept staring at them until they returned home.

Then, Xin'er, the neighbor's child, was remembered by him.

……

"Are you ready?"

Wang looked at his heart with some disbelief, this kid is not yet high, and he is still cooking.

"Well, it should be almost ready, I can't hold the retort, so I'll go find you."

Xin'er nodded seriously.

Wang came curiously, quickened his pace and soon entered the house.

When he entered the door, he smelled a smell of boiled pumpkin, and Wang was a little convinced, and he was more worried in his heart.

Quickly stepped into the kitchen, the light in the kitchen was also a little dim during the day, and Wang could see at a glance the retort in the pot, and the faint fire on the wall behind the stove.

Finally, Wang's gaze fell on the two high stools in the stove.

"You did it standing on a stool?"

"Well, mother, I will also cook for you, and you don't have to cook for us when you come back."

"You kid, come here, my mother will see if there are any burns."

Wang didn't care about being moved, and pulled his heart over and over again, and finally stopped at the two hands that were a little red.

"Isn't it hot, does it hurt?"

Wang looked at Xin'er's hand with a worried face, Xin'er's hand was already tender, and she was accidentally scalded by the rice soup when she was draining rice before, leaving patches of red spots at this time.

"It doesn't hurt."

"How can it not hurt, you stupid boy, you are so hungry!"

Wang's tears were about to stay, she knew that the child felt sorry for her, but she was even more distressed because of her.

"Mother, I really don't hurt, really!" Afraid that she was not confident, she nodded vigorously.

"You stupid boy."

Wang slapped his heart, hugged her as if she was blaming, and said.

Xin'er was still smiling, she was very satisfied with her performance today, it would be better if she didn't burn her hands.

How can it not hurt to be burned, especially a child of Xin'er's age, how can it not hurt if her skin is so tender, she is just afraid that her mother will worry.

Doesn't the Wang family know about this? She knew, that's why she blamed herself.

Youyi watched them from the side and didn't speak, but thought to himself: It seems that I have to work harder.

Now that Xin'er has already cooked the rice, Wang brought out the retort in the pot, and the pumpkin in the pot was just right, and it was not cooked badly.

During the meal, the family of three ate the bowl of pumpkin and a plate of pickles on the table.

"Mother, how is it, is it delicious?"

Xin'er looked at Wang cautiously, this was her first time cooking.

"Well, it's delicious."

Wang took a big bite of the rice in the bowl and said, the sadness and emotion in her heart gushed out, making her feel sour.

"Really? Elder brother. ”

Xin'er was afraid that her mother was comforting her, so she turned her head to look at Youyi.

"Well, it's really delicious."

As he spoke, he made a gesture and took a big mouthful of rice into his mouth.

Xin'er took a bite of the rice in the bowl with confidence, the rice was cooked, but the corn ballast was still a little hard, but it did not affect the food.

It's really good to eat it myself, although it's not as delicious as her mother's cooking, but it's already very good, and Xin'er smiled with satisfaction.

"Mother, I can cook, and the family will give me the food in the future." Xin'er's heart is full of energy.

Wang smiled at this and did not speak.