Although he didn't know how to make a pot, she could rely on her own imagination, and after measuring the size of the pot, she began to change a circle of about the same size on the ground.

I got a bucket of water, got some soil in the ground, and lived directly into mud.

The stones that I picked up were put in a circle, and then I pasted a circle of mud.

In this way, she went up layer by layer, and in a short time, a semi-circular stove came out in front of her.

When she had done all this, to prevent it from collapsing, she made some dirt and water again, and then added some dried grass, and then she made another layer of paste.

When he saw that the stove was almost there, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, rested for a while, and began to hoe in the ground with his hoe.

She had only cleaned the grass before, but the roots had not been hoeed, but it had grown a lot more in the past few years, so she had hoeed all the grass in the field one by one.

After picking up all the grass roots that had been hoeed and throwing them aside, I began to take out the melon seeds to dry, and put them together with the categorical ingredients.

There are all kinds of spices in a basin, all of which come in packets.

She still knows most of the process of making melon seeds, but there are a small part that she doesn't know.

Generally, melon seeds, water, salt, cinnamon, fennel, peppercorns, sugar.

She found a small cloth bag, mixed with star anise, cinnamon, pepper, fennel and other spices, tied them directly together, and wrapped them.

Then he went outside and brought two buckets of water, and when he came in, he cleaned the cauldron, filled it with water, and slowly put it on the stove.

Using the weeds in the Jade Spirit Space as firewood, coupled with the firewood she got in before, a fire began to ignite.

The spices were thrown in it, and the fire boiled the water, and then she put some more sugar on it.

When she felt that it was almost cooked, she threw the sun-dried melon seeds directly into it and began to cook them slowly over low heat.

Sometimes, she kept stirring there, because after all, there was sugar in it, and it might be boiled if she wasn't careful, so she was extra careful.

After boiling for nearly half an hour or so, the moisture in it was almost empty, so she carefully put all the contents into the dustpan.

Spread it out little by little with a spoon in your hand to dry.

After doing all this, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, so she quietly took out a melon seed herself, put it in her mouth, and tasted it.

It's not as delicious as you might think, but it's nice to be able to eat it in this era.

What did she feel missing?

After thinking about it, she directly made a thick cotton glove from the little cotton she bought. Although the appearance of this cotton glove is very ugly, it is very good to be able to insulate the heat.

When the moisture on the melon seeds was almost dry, she lit the fire again.

When the pot was hot, she took a part of the melon seeds, threw them directly into the pot, put the cotton gloves on her hands, and began to fry them in little by little.

Since there is no baking oven, she can only use this primitive method to fry the melon seeds dry, making them charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

In this way, it felt like a part of it was fried, and finally she made it out and lit it up, and continued with the rest.