Hunger, endure it.

Rice, to spare.

Three meals will become two meals, don't think about supper or anything.

Thinking about it can only add to the unwarranted annoyance.

Since you have crossed over, you must have living habits that are in line with the atmosphere of this era.

Besides, there are really not many instant noodles.

There are only two boxes, and it's still Kang Shuaibo.

There is no running water, so we have to draw water from earthen wells.

With the rotation of the wheel, "squeak, squeak", the well water with ice ballast was beaten, and the scoop made of the gourd was picked up and poured into it.

It's really cool!

Compared with this, the fat house happy water is scum!

It is impossible to fill the water tank, after all, this is still hungry, and the meaning is enough.

As for washing clothes, mopping the floor, etc., these are all extravagant things at this time.

The morning sun is shining and the sun is rising.

Xu San finally waited for the meal, and the so-called meal was just a sense of ritual after seeing the sun rise, and there was no exact time.

Life still needs a sense of ritual, otherwise it will be too emotional.

It is not difficult to make a fire, after all, there is already such a thing as "foreign fire" in this era, which can be lit by rubbing it on the sole of the shoe, which is convenient and practical, and it is not expensive, and there are also a lot of reserves in Xu's groceries.

The kitchen was blazing, the water was tumbling, the heat was rising, and the water in the big iron pot was boiling.

Looking at the churning splash, Xu San picked up Kang Shuaibo's braised beef noodles, and tore open the package with a "sting", revealing white dough cakes and two packets of transparent seasonings, one package of dry flour and one package of oil.

It seems that it is still quite European, because basically half of the instant noodles of Kang Shuaibo's brand will have less seasoning packets.

The pot is very big and there is a lot of water, but Kang Shuaibo only has one bag.

But, Xu San felt that was enough!

After all, this is instant noodles, an artifact that one person eats noodles on the train and smells in the whole car.

Swallowing his saliva, Xu San threw the dough cake and the seasoning bag into the pot together.

The spice bag was thrown in whole, only to tear the package open.

Supplies are scarce and cannot be wasted, and the seasoning packets must be cooked until clean.

The wooden black-brown lid trembled slightly, and the dragon writhed under her under the suppression.

The faint smell has wafted out along the lid of the pot, permeating every corner of the kitchen.

Take a deep breath and refresh your heart.

The past is long, and it comes to mind.

Xu San didn't know how many years he hadn't smelled this smell.

The years are like fog, like rain and like wind, pondering uncertainly.

Xu San smelled the smell, as if he had returned to the green train of the Spring Festival, the crowded crowd on the train, the noisy sounds, and the unforgettable aroma of instant noodles, all of which were peaceful tastes.

Tears streaked across the ashes-stained cheeks, leaving a white trail that was clearly visible as a stairway from darkness to light.

Peace is not easy, Xu San rubbed his red eyes, squatted down, and closed the stove door.

The firewood is a little damp, and it burns and chokes the eyes.

The firewood burned in the stove, making a sound of "pulling, pulling", and Xu San counted silently in his heart.

There is no timer, and time can only be calculated this way.

200！

It's time!

Xu San pressed the lid of the pot with one hand, took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and then shouted: "Open!" ”

The voice fell to the ground, and the lid of the pot was lifted.

A small amount of water vapor steamed upwards, and a smell that did not belong to this world rushed into the sky with a white mist, and then exploded like a cloud bomb.

After a while, the entire Ping'an Alley was already enveloped in an indescribable fragrance.

It is pervasive, like a succubus in hell.

The coarse porcelain bowl, the soup is as red as blood, Xu San holds the bowl and sits on the stone bench in the backyard ready to start.

Suddenly, a few pieces of dirt fell from the west wall.

Turning her head to look, a little girl was leaning over, drooling and looking this way.

The little girl Xu San knows, six years old this year, named Xu Dongmei, like many children in this era, has no father, and lives with her mother in a tailor's shop.

The child was already greedy, and when he smelled the tempting fragrance, he couldn't help but be curious, so he moved the ladder and leaned against the wall to see what was going on.

Her stomach was gurgling, saliva was left at the corners of her mouth, and the little girl wiped her saliva with her sleeve: "Uncle traitor, what are you eating, so fragrant?" ”

hemp eggs,

Traitor, return uncle!

When Xu San heard this title, he instantly felt bad.

Judging from this title alone, it is clear that the original owner of this body has not done anything good.

Come to think of it, in the memory of the original owner, I did tease the little girl a few times.

However, Xu San could hear it from the tone of the little girl, and she should not have any malicious intent.

And the word traitor probably came out of the mouth of adults, and all she did was to have something to say.

The child is innocent and has no taboos.

However, the truth that trouble comes from the mouth is the same in all eras.

To educate this bear child, there are some things that cannot be said nonsense, otherwise it will lead to death.

The little girl was still swallowing her saliva, her eyes staring straight into Xu Sanwan.

Seeing the appearance of the little girl, Xu San smiled and said seductively like a wolf with a big tail: "Noodles! Do you want to eat it? ”

"I want to eat!" The little girl replied very happily, but she hesitated when she looked at the distance between the wall and the ground, "Uncle traitor, I can't go down!" ”

The courtyard wall is about one meter eight or nine, which is indeed too high for a six-year-old girl, so Xu San put down the bowl, walked to the wall, looked up and said to the little girl: "You jump down directly, uncle will follow you." ”

"Okay, uncle, you can pick me up!"

"Good!"

"I jumped!" After that, the little girl jumped directly over the wall.

The little girl is very light, she should not even be forty pounds.

He gently placed the little girl on the ground and flicked the dirt off her head with his hand.

This is the first time Xu San has watched his little neighbor from such a close distance, his withered yellow hair is tied with two Chaotian, the left and right sides are asymmetrical, the size is not equal, the appearance is not good-looking, and it is not cute, the height of less than one meter looks abnormally thin, but it is a little more agile than other peers of this era,

Thinking about his niece of more than eighty pounds, Xu San couldn't help but feel sad again, he took the little girl's hand, "Come on, Uncle is full of noodles today!" ”

"Full?" The little girl paused for a moment, a little unconvinced of Xu San's words.

"Well, it's full!"

After tossing for a while, the noodles were already a little cold, looking at the big bowl that was no longer steaming, Xu San said, "It's a little cold, do you want your uncle to heat it up for you?" ”

"No, you don't! No! As she spoke, the little girl held the big bowl and gently took a sip of the soup, held it in her mouth and savored it, reluctant to swallow it for a long time.

It's so delicious, and the rich flavor is very different from the clear soup and watery meals she usually eats.

Although it was delicious, she didn't continue to eat it, but thought of her mother.

Seeing that the little girl wanted to eat but was reluctant to eat, Xu San said, "Eat, it's not enough for my uncle to cook it." ”

The little girl swallowed the soup in her mouth and shook her head, "My mother hasn't eaten it yet!" ”

"Then call your mother to come over and eat together."