The clothes fit well, the shoes fit well, and although it was an old man's outfit, he was dressed quite energetically, but he was too thin.

Ming Dai still didn't stop him, and in the end he was choked and looked up, his eyes were red, and he looked at himself with watery eyes, inexplicably a little aggrieved.

Ming Dai scooped up the shredded potatoes, controlled the water, and poured them into the pot.

"Zila!"

The shredded potatoes masked the fragrance, and the man was a little anxious.

The next moment, the shovel stir-fried, the fragrance reappeared, and the man quieted down again.

Ming Dai took out the vinegar bottle and lightly sprinkled some along the edge of the pot, and a sour and spicy aroma exploded in the kitchen.

Ming Dai could clearly see the Adam's apple on the man's neck rolling up and down.

Stir-fry a few times and cover the pot, Zhou Sinian was a little anxious and reached out to grab it.

Ming Dai didn't stop it, and said, "It's not cooked, it's not delicious." ”

Sure enough, the man's movements stopped, and he looked at the lid of the pot with a little doubt.

Ming Dai ignored him, turned around and went to the big stove, lifted the lid of the pot, and the sweet smell of bud rice flour cakes hit.

Swish!

Zhou Sinian immediately stood next to the cauldron.

Even if he didn't speak, Ming Dai could feel his eagerness, afraid that he couldn't help but reach out, Ming Dai shoveled off a piece with a spatula, put it in a bowl, and waited until it was not so hot before handing it to him.

"Eat this first."

Zhou Sinian immediately reached out and took it.

Ming Dai took the opportunity to look at his hands, which were very clean and bloody, and the joints were all broken, and he rubbed them off again.

One was the chilblains on his hands that were broken by him, and the other was beaten last night.

But the hands are clean, the nails are long, there is no inlay in the mud.

He held the cake and ate it in a big gulp, but after only two or three bites, the cake with half of Mingdai's face was gone.

And Zhou Sinian's eyes lit up obviously, and he looked at the other cakes in the pot with fierce eyes, but he didn't reach out to grab them.

Sure enough, he was principled.

Ming Dai tested it, and after Zhou Sinian could communicate, she was very satisfied, and she planned to use food to subdue Zhou Sinian's stomach.

Living with him is much better than living with educated youths and villagers.

Ming Dai shoveled it while giving it to him, and after a while, he ate four pieces.

Ming Dai also shoveled the cakes, and there were still 12 pieces left.

Ignoring the bowl he continued to hold, Ming Dai brought the kettle she had brought.

Scoop the excess water into the kettle, close the lid, put it on the table next to it, and say to the man who was still holding the bowl: "This, you can't touch it, it will burn you, it hurts, but you can pour water to drink, it's hot." ”

Repeat it twice.

She grabbed a handful of bud rice noodles and sprinkled them with the water in the pot while stirring the water in the pot.

Stir the spoon a few times, and the bud rice noodle porridge is good.

On the side, Zhou Sinian was already standing by the hot water kettle with a bowl.

He looked at the kettle and thought for a long time, slowly unplugged it, and stared at the hot air coming out for a long time, before picking it up and pouring a bowl of hot water into the bowl.

When I put it down, I knew it gently, and I put the plug back on.

Picking up the bowl, the heat smoked his face, and he took a sip, his teeth burned.

Then he probed with his lips, and waited until it was no longer hot, and then continued to open his mouth to drink.

The more he drank, the happier he became, the last bowl was not enough, and he was excited to fill the second bowl.

Ming Dai watched quietly and called out to him: "Don't drink boiling water, bring a bowl." ”

Zhou Sinian struggled in place for a while, but still took the bowl and went over.

Ming Dai gave him a bowl of bud rice batter, which was very thick.

Zhou Sinian looked at the bowl for a long time, sniffed, sniffed, and tried it with his lips.

It was burned.

Sniff again, sniff and try with your lips.

Well, it's still hot.

After trying it a few times, it finally didn't get hot.

He opened his mouth wide and took a sip, the rich sweet fragrance filled his mouth, and before he could taste it, he slipped into his stomach and disappeared!

Zhou Sinian was in a hurry, poured it into his mouth, and made a mouthful for the first time.

Looking at the empty bowl, he was a little unhappy.

Ming Dai served him another bowl, and Zhou Si began to repeat the action just now.

Ming Dai took advantage of this gap and put up the fried shredded potatoes.

Zhou Sinian came as promised!

Staring at the shredded potatoes, he was a little puzzled and a little anxious.

"Wait, let's eat together."

After cleaning up the board, the shredded potatoes and budding rice flour cakes were placed, and Ming Dai served herself a bowl of porridge.

took out a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Zhou Sinian.

He hesitated to take it, and Ming Dai signaled how to use it, and easily picked up a piece of cake.

Zhou Sinian's eyes were bright, and he also tried it, but failed.

I tried again, but it still failed.

Try again, it worked.

"Eat!"

Mingdai put the bowl on the cutting board, picked up a cake, picked up the shredded potatoes, and took a bite of the cake and a mouthful of shredded potatoes.

The sweet bud rice noodle porridge, the sour, spicy and fragrant shredded potatoes, and the green peppercorns she deliberately put together, the three collide together, that taste!

Ming Dai can only say that she was very satisfied with the first meal she cooked by herself in the 70s!

Zhou Sinian trembled and learned that Ming Dai picked up a shredded potato and put it in his mouth before dropping.

"Boom!"

Zhou Sinian's taste felt that he had been saved, and he was crazy and clamoring for it.

So he began to frantically pick up vegetables, and he stopped eating porridge and cakes.

But he can only clip them one by one, and Ming Dai's chopsticks are worth his busy work more than a dozen times.

Looking at the fewer and fewer dishes, Zhou Sinian was unhappy.

Ming Dai saw what he meant, and slowly drew a bar in the middle of the plate.

Then I only eat my own side of the food.

After looking at it for a while, Zhou Sinian understood, he stretched out his chopsticks and put back the slightly crooked thread tails.

Hehe, I really don't let it at all.

Ming Dai only ate one cake, a bowl of porridge, and half a plate of shredded potatoes.

After eating, she went to brush the pots and dishes.

At this moment, she didn't know that the people in the front yard thought she was dead and hesitated to tell the captain.

Then a burst of domineering scent made them think of anything else.

Who is so excessive! Breakfast is so delicious!

How to eat in the afternoon!

Ming Dai was busy preventing Zhou Sinian from eating the 8th cake.

He had already eaten all the rest of the porridge and vegetables, and he had eaten seven cakes, but he really didn't dare to let him eat them.

Mingdai wrapped the cake: "Keep it for you, go up the mountain to eat." ”

Zhou Sinian thought about it for a while, and took out a cloth bag from his jacket pocket, which he used to fill the chicken cake for him last night.

Ming Dai looked at it, didn't get dirty, and put the rest of the cakes inside.

Zhou Sinian quickly took it and wanted to continue to carry it in his pocket.

However, the cake is too big to fit.

He took the cake into his arms again and pressed it harder.

I can see that I am very satisfied.

Ming Dai took out two white rabbit toffees and coaxed him out, taking advantage of the residual heat at the bottom of the pot, she cleaned the pot and utensils, and wiped all over the kitchen.

While cleaning, I thought about what was missing in the kitchen.

After cleaning, burying the ashes at the bottom of the pot to avoid fire, closing the kitchen door and coming out, I saw Zhou Sinian sitting on the stone mill.

Even though he is very thin now, I have to admit that he is very handsome.

His handsomeness is not the same as his current aesthetic.

For today's people, his facial features are too deep, similar to those of Europeans and Americans, and he is too tall.

In this era of general undernutrition, a boy is 1.75 meters tall, but he is 1.9 meters.

And because he was a soldier, his demeanor is very good, and his back is straight.

Even if you sit down, it's like a bamboo pole, which makes it even taller.

Coupled with the fact that he is now thin and out of shape, it looks a little scary.

Ming Dai looked at his actions, and had a plan in her heart.