By the moonlight, Li Miaomiao walked behind the stove, picked two heavy and sturdy pieces of firewood inside, and took them out, and moved the small wooden stool that Xiao Wei had sat on to the door.

stepped on it and gestured at the round hole, and there was already a bottom in my heart.

She needed the thickness of a stick to cut the firewood, and the holes on the plank were the same size as those on the hub, and because she dug the holes in the plank a little bigger, the end of the connection to the hub needed to be smaller.

Sticking the stick into the hole, she picked up another piece of wood that had not been touched and used it as a hammer.

"Boom."

"Boom."

The sound between the collision of wood and wood is deep, but it is tired of harshness in Xiao Wei's ears.

It's like watching the lively crowd at the execution ground that day, which suffocated him.

He lay on the bed, staring at the busy woman outside through the broken window, and his warm peach blossom eyes were full of coldness.

On his way here, the old ministry helped him check the background of everyone in the village.

How could she be so skilled in repairing the door?

Li Miaomiao jumped off the stool, pushed the wooden door back and forth, and when she saw that she was no longer shaky, she wiped the sweat from her head and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's finally done."

The door is equivalent to privacy for her, and not closing it is like privacy being exposed, uncomfortably tight.

Plug in the latch, wipe the small bench clean with your sleeve and put it back in place, pick up the fallen firewood and wood residue on the floor and head to the kitchen.

Stepping on the steps, he paused, thought for a moment, and turned in a direction.

Xiao Yu saw her coming over and hid the coldness in his eyes.

"Knock knock."

The door was not closed, Li Miaomiao habitually knocked on the door, and then stuck her head in.

The room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen except for the moonlight on the bed, where the man's face could be faintly seen.

Li Miaomiao cleared her throat and asked, "What do you want to eat at night?" ”

"Whatever."

The voice was cold and distant, and it seemed that she was still angry at her dead face.

"Then I'll watch it myself."

She was answered by silence.

Li Miaomiao puffed out her cheeks and pursed her mouth, she was not bored, turned around and walked into the kitchen.

There is a tung oil lamp on the stove, and the general earthen stove is to set fire to the pit between the two stoves behind the stove, she throws the firewood into the pyre, and then touches the small pit.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Sure enough, it was here.

Only by lighting the tung oil lamp did she see the whole kitchen clearly.

A square table has a cutting board, a long table next to the wall is stacked with dishes and chopsticks, bottles and cans, and a jar is placed in the left corner and in the middle.

She approached with a tung oil lamp and opened it to look at each other.

In the left corner is a rice tank, and in the middle is a water tank.

Then I went to the wall and opened all the bottles and cans on the table, the big jar was white flour, and the three small jars were salt, soy sauce and lard.

On the wall hung a knife of bacon and fresh green onions, as well as sun-dried garlic.

Li Miaomiao raised her eyebrows, and began to wonder in her heart again.

The house is broken like this, but the ingredients in the kitchen are not bad?

Forget it, don't think about these strange things first, and solve the problem of food and clothing first.

She looked around the kitchen again, her eyes slightly rounded, and her brow suddenly overjoyed.

"I know what to eat."

She took off her crimson robe and hung it on the wall, rolled up her sleeves and rolled it up, revealing half of her scarred wrist.

She glanced away.

Scooped a few scoops of water into the large iron pot, walked behind the stove to make a fire, and saw that the fire in the stove was getting stronger.

Get up and take a few fresh shallots and wash them, cut them into sections and put them in a bowl for later use, scoop two bowls of white noodles and put them in a basin, add water to the bowl and noodles.

She has a lot of shortcomings, the only advantage is that she loves to eat, but her grandfather didn't send her to learn to cook.

I can only learn by myself in my spare time, although I can't compare to the chef.

More than enough for a small family stove.

Outside the window, the night was scarce, and the moonlight came in to look cold and lonely.

Only the sound of noodles and the occasional burst of firewood in the stove brought a little life to the kitchen.

"Goo~"

Li Miaomiao looked down at her hungry belly.

She estimated that she would not be able to wake up, and she would faint from hunger.

Endure the pain in the palms of your hands and knead the dough vigorously, knead it several times and then roll it out with a rolling pin.

Fold the dough in half and cut it half an inch thick.

Put the noodles in the pot and cook, remove them and put them in cold water to cool.

Scoop out the water from the pot and wash the pot.

While the iron pot was hot, she withdrew the firewood and left only a small fire.

Scoop half a spoonful of lard into the pan, oil and put the green onions.

After a while, the aroma of lard and green onions spread in the kitchen.

Li Miaomiao picked up the green onion segments in the pot with chopsticks, put them near the tung oil lamp, saw that the color was gradually golden before scooping them up, took out an empty bowl and scooped in two spoonfuls of soy sauce, and then put the scallion oil in the pot into it.

After stirring, she dipped some of it with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

"The saltiness is a little light, and the noodles should be just right."

Take out the noodles and put them in two porcelain bowls, pour the scallion oil and put in the fried green onion segments, and a bowl of scallion oil mixed noodles is good.

She held two bowls of noodles with a tung oil lamp, and walked cautiously to Xiao Zhi's room.

She stepped onto the threshold, followed by a light laugh.

"Let's eat."

The furnishings of Xiao Title's room are very simple.

A bed, a low table and a rotten cabinet, although things are broken, they are neat and clean.

Li Miaomiao thought that it was inconvenient for him to get out of bed, so she brought his bowl to the bed.

"Give."

Xiao Yu looked at the black noodles in the bowl, and frowned slightly.

The long eyelashes covered the deep eyes, Li Miaomiao couldn't see the look in his eyes, and when she saw that he didn't answer, she thought she was still angry about the dowry.

She pursed her lower lip, put the bowl in his hand, and walked out with her bowl of noodles.

There was also the warmth left by the woman on the side of the bowl.

Xiao Yu looked at the oil lamp on the low table and looked out.

Li Miaomiao sat on the threshold of the hall, a few rays of moonlight fell on her, and the relatives were humiliated and forced to choose him as a cripple.

It should have been lonely.

But she didn't seem to be sad at all, and her black face was gulped out of the delicacies of the mountains and seas.

He stared at the sauce-colored noodles in the bowl, was it really that delicious?

With a fingertip, pick up the chopsticks.

Li Miaomiao had already finished eating, and she sat on the threshold and looked at the crescent moon in the sky for a while.

Walk into a small room next door.

Inside are eight large chests.

The original owner chose Xiao Zhi with convulsions, lying that there were eight boxes of dowry inside, and the village chief also wanted to end this farce as soon as possible, and united with other elders in the village to persuade Xiao Yan to marry the original owner.

As a result, as soon as he came back that day, the original owner laughed at Xiao Yan.

said that there were eight stones left by her father, and her stepmother and stepsister didn't know about it, and she laughed at Xiao Yan for being stupid.

In the memory of the original owner, she remembered that Xiao Ling's eyes were very heavy at that time, and she couldn't tell what he was thinking.

All this led to the fact that when facing Xiao Title, Li Miaomiao couldn't stand up.

After all, it was she who provoked first.

Although there are many disadvantages in this era, there are many drawbacks, but it is not easy to live again.

She wants to try to stay alive.