Standing at the door of the broken hut, holding the door frame with one hand and pressing his chest with the other, his two eyes swept towards the wasteland in front of the door, and then cast himself into the farmland and cottages under the distant mountains......

emmmm…… I'm crossing over?!

Fudoki thumped his chest, still unable to believe the fact of crossing.

Originally, her parents saw that she was under too much pressure to sprint for the college entrance examination, so they sent her to her grandfather's farm to relax. In her grandfather's study, she flipped through a yellowed ancient book of strange tales of goblins, and muttered that her grandfather, as a retired professor of the Faculty of Arts, gave the name of his only granddaughter too perfunctory, and even directly used the names of the characters in the old books.

It's no wonder that the name Fu Duoxi is out of touch with the times, exuding a strong antique atmosphere. was about to take the old book to her grandfather to ask for an explanation, when she suddenly tripped and stumbled, and when she stood up again, she found that she had appeared in the world of the book, and became the Fu Duoxi with the same name and surname in the book......

The world in the book has gods and demons, spirits, and goblins.

Fu Duoxi shivered smartly, clasped his slender shoulders with both hands, and reminded himself that he had to be calm, he had to be calm. In this world, she is a lonely little peasant girl, and she can only rely on herself for everything.

The memories of the original owner flooded his mind like a tidal wave, and then slowly receded.

Hey, I've read a lot of novels in books, but I can also keep calm about my own crossing facts.

He cleared his throat and said to himself to cheer himself up: "Okay, if you come, you will be safe!" What could be more difficult than sprinting for the college entrance examination. ”

I don't know if it's because I calmly accepted the magical arrangement of fate, and my stomach rumbled restlessly at this time. Touching his little belly, he turned around and went back to the house to cook.

The mud and stone stove was very well kept. On the stovetop rests a small half jar of lard and a bowl of coarse salt to the bottom. There is a wooden shelf by the back window, and several large bowls and chopsticks are placed on the middle shelf. On the top layer are steamer grates and two red clay jars. The bottom layer contains half a bag of rice and a bag of cornmeal.

The rice and cornmeal were saved from the mouths of the villagers and gathered together to help her for the New Year.

Fu Duoxi lifted the lid of the large iron pot and stood on the wall, scooped out a scoop of water from the water tank and poured it into the pot, grabbed the loofah and skillfully washed it.

Although she is a modern person, she is familiar with this kind of earthen pot stove. Grandpa's house is this kind of earthen pot stove.

When he was five years old, he liked to squat by the earthen pot stove and watch his grandmother cook and cook, and by the time he was ten years old, he was already able to cook a table of dishes. She hopes to register a food blogger account after the college entrance examination and carry forward the traditional cooking skills she learned from her grandmother.

She skillfully stuffed the firewood into the stove and lit the fire. The water vapor in the large iron pot quickly dissipated and smoked. Pour the washed bowl of rice into a large hot iron pot and stir-fry it quickly with a shovel.

The rice grains jumped playfully in the big iron pot, making a sizzling sound, and the aroma of the rice gradually became stronger.

Stir-fry the rice and roast it slowly over low heat. The spatula rattled the edge of the pot, and the aroma of fried rice became stronger, filling the whole room and spreading out from the window door. The white rice becomes slightly browned and expands, the crackling sound gradually disappears, and the heat is just right, and it is ready to be cooked.

Fu Duoxi put a bowl of fried rice, put the rest in a clay pot and seal it, and you can grab a handful at any time when you are hungry. Stir-fried rice, soaked in hot water, mixed with salt and lard, tastes good. It would be better if there was chicken soup, and stir-fried rice soaked in chicken soup would be a delicacy in the world.

Fu Duoxi licked his lips subconsciously.

In this home where she can't eat meat all year round, this is the only delicacy she can eat in her mouth now.

Boil water in a large iron pot and wait for the water to boil and fry the rice, when he heard a strange noise outside the door, and Fu Duoxi walked out of the hut.

The appearance of Fu Duoxi caused a flock of pheasants passing by the door to quack, fluttering their wings and fleeing in all directions. A few pheasants slammed into the earthen wall, snapped and fell to the ground, kicking their legs a few times and not moving.

Fu Duoxi looked at this novel scene and was stunned for a moment.

If you really want chicken soup, you can have chicken...... Then don't hurry up and pick it up and stew chicken soup! She subconsciously glanced up at the sky, and did not find that pheasants had natural predators, why did these pheasants suddenly kick their legs and die? It doesn't look like it's been poisoned, and the pheasant fur that hits the wall is shiny.

Fu Duoxi picked all the pheasants into the bamboo basket and counted nine pheasants. Tonight, stew one to make chicken soup, and put the rest in salt and then dry it to make cured chicken. It can be stored for a longer period of time.

She grabbed a chicken with a quick movement, poured hot water on it, and eviscerated it. Humming "It's a good day" in his mouth, he put the cleaned pheasant into a large iron pot and stewed it.

The flames filled the stove, and the aroma of chicken soup rushed out from the lid. Pull out a handful of firewood and turn to low heat and simmer. I can't rush the stewed chicken soup, and I can't eat the mellow chicken soup in a hurry.

After estimating the time, I felt that it was almost there, so I opened the lid of the pot and scooped a spoonful of chicken soup with a wooden spoon, blew the chicken soup warm on my lips, and tasted it. The taste is enough, but it is still a handful away from the mellow aroma of Fu's chicken soup.

Fu Duoxi first scooped out two spoonfuls of chicken broth and poured it into a fried rice bowl to satisfy his hunger and satisfy his current stomach protests, and then slowly savored the delicious Fu chicken soup.

The sweet and mellow taste of chicken soup gradually appeared in the nose.

Fudoki glanced at the fire in the stove, and the flame kept a low profile. Sitting on a small bench, blowing the heat of chicken soup and fried rice, I ate a bowl of chicken soup and fried rice. The stomach soothed by the food sends the brain a feeling of super satisfaction and super happiness.

The firewood in the stove is about to go out, and you need to add another handful of chaifu-style chicken soup to get out of the pot. The firewood in the stove was used up, Fu Duoxi flipped through the memories of the original owner, and there was still firewood at the root of the outer wall of the house, stood up and walked outside the house.

As soon as Fu Duoxi walked out of the thatched hut, in the bamboo forest behind the broken thatched hut, a red fluffy little fat fox probed his head and ran out.

It sniffed hard, making sure the scent was coming from the broken hut in front of it, and its four little short legs sprang up quickly, heading straight for the back window of the hut.

Two fat front paws were on the edge of the window, and the little fox stood up and poked its long pointed mouth into the open window.

"Ah, it's chicken soup...... It's too fragrant, isn't it? ”

Saliva trickled down from the corner of the little fox's mouth.

The little chubby fox leaped into the house quickly, ran excitedly to the stove, stretched out his paws to remove the lid of the cauldron, and the aroma of chicken soup hit its face.

It wiped a handful of saliva and stared at the hot chicken soup in the cauldron, its eyes shining......

At the same time, Fudoki walked to the wall outside the house and picked up a bundle of firewood. A cold wind blew, and a layer of goosebumps suddenly floated all over the body.

The spring is cold, the sun is still warm, and the shady place is cold. She turned her face to look at the large wasteland behind the broken hut, thinking that tomorrow she would have to open up the wasteland and prepare for planting.

Such a large open space in front of the house can be built with a fence yard, and only with a yard can there be a home, and there is also a sense of security. A sense of security is a must for living alone.

At this moment, there was a sudden clanging sound in the stove room.

What's the situation?

Fu Duoxi hurriedly walked into the house with Chai He in his arms, and saw the little fox with the lid of the pot on the stove at a glance.

"Little fox?!"

Fu Duoxi didn't know if she was surprised to suddenly see the cute little fox in the anime, or if she thought that the chubby little fox who was stealing food was too upright to look like a human, so that she forgot her next action and stood in place and looked at the little fox fixedly.