Chapter 12: Cooking for the first time

Then I walked out of the small kitchen and looked outside. The outside yard was small and enclosed by a simple bamboo fence. Although there are neighbors all around, in the 21st century, I lived in a reinforced concrete house with security doors. Gu Xiaowan was right. Such simple accommodation conditions in ancient times are really
Some drums in my heart. In any case, I will live in the high-walled compound in the future.
Those are all future plans. The current idea is to fill up your stomach first.
Gu Xiaowan returned to the small kitchen, looking worried at the little sorghum noodles.
Gu Ning'an also followed in. He kept looking at Gu Xiaowan's expression. For a while, he was relaxed and nervous, and Gu Ning'an also became worried.
"Is there nothing to eat at home?" Gu Xiaowan asked in disbelief.
Gu Ning'an nodded and scratched his head embarrassedly: "Well, sister!" Gu Xiaowan was unconscious during this period. These children were afraid of Gu Xiaowan's accident and worried about Gu Xiaowan's condition. I never went out, staying at home and looking at Gu Xiaowan.
For these sorghum noodles, Gu Xiaowan took Gu Ning'an to sell the firewood she picked, and only then bought a few catties of sorghum noodles. Gu Ning'an saved some food, and there was only this left.
Last night, Gu Xiaoyi secretly carried her to eat this sorghum paste, maybe some other stuff was put on it, and it was cooked black.
Gu Xiaoyi checked the earthen stove, which was connected to the fire kang. The earthen stove is built with adobe bricks, with two stove openings on the bottom and two pots on the top, but the inside is connected. Burning a stove, the other pot can also be hot. The two pots share a wooden pot lid, which is tied with a thread, which is considered a handle.
There is also a cooking broom, which Gu Xiaoyi saw in the countryside when he was a child, but the cooking broom at that time was very different from the cooking broom for thousands of years. Now the cooking broom in Gu Xiaoyi's hand is made of sorghum mie.
There is also a dark brown thick porcelain jar with a little salt in it. There is also an earthenware pot that should be an oil pot, but unfortunately there is not a drop of oil in it. This family, apart from this little salt, really can't find a second seasoning.
Then, it was a kitchen knife and a long wooden spoon for cooking. I don't know how many years it has been used.
Gu Xiaowan looked around and could only say: "Ning An, please help my sister make a fire."
Gu Ning'an groaned. Then the two pieces blocked in the stove were loaded and taken down. There are still some dark fires in the stove, in order not to let the fire go out. A few burned firewoods were placed in the stove the night before. At the same time, it can also be used to warm the kang, but because the wood is not enough to burn, I can only put a few in the stove. A brick to make the fire less prosperous.
auzw.com When there are sparks, the fire is much faster. Gu Ning'an lost some sorghum poles and the fire ignited.
Gu Xiaowan lifted the lid of the pot quickly, scooped two spoons of water with a water scoop made of loofah, and cleaned both pots with a cooking broom.
The pot was cleaned, the dirty water was scooped out, and Gu Xiaowan added some scoop of water to the iron pot inside and some to the discount pot outside. The water in the pot inside will be used to drink and wash hands and face at that time, and the pot outside will be smaller and used for cooking and cooking.
Gu Xiaowan had seen this kind of stove. When she was a child, her grandmother used this kind of stove. The small stove outside was used for cooking, and the big stove inside was used for cooking. At night, the big stove inside was cleaned up, and a pot full of water was poured. When cooking, the water in the pot inside boiled. It is very convenient to drink, take a bath, wash hands and face.
Gu Xiaoyi took a wooden basin and poured out the sorghum noodles in the rags. Gu Xiaowan still patted it unwillingly until there was no remnants in the poured linen bag. It is estimated that some dust was taken.
After the water in the pot outside boiled, Gu Xiaowan used a wooden spoon to lower the sorghum noodles into the pot little by little, and then kept stirring with the wooden spoon.
When it was getting better, Gu Xiaowan said to Gu Ning'an: "Ning'an, don't set firewood."
Gu Ning'an gave a hum, and took down the firewood he planned to put in. There was still an ignition in the stove, and a bamboo was used as a fire stick, which was pulled a few times in the stove. Then got up and came to Gu Xiaowan's side.
Gu Xiaowan was also a food lover in her previous life, commonly known as foodie. The delicacies of the north and south, flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the water, all have been eaten. Not only can he eat, but he also has a good cooking skill. At the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, when he is not busy, Gu Xiaowan will invite some good friends to eat at her own home. Gu Xiaowan cooks and bites off the tongues of those people from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences. Therefore, Gu Xiaowan's cooking skills are not built.
Just like now, Gu Ning'an was stunned as she watched Gu Xiaowan concentrating on making a mess. He felt particularly able to make a mess in the hands of his sister on weekdays, just like pediatrics. Gu Xiaowan was like a conjure, the squishy and shiny in the pot was completely different from what he and Gu Ningping did yesterday.
I couldn't help but wonder: "Sister, why is the sorghum batter you made today so beautiful?" Gu Xiaowan, a former stockmaker, couldn't make such a beautiful sorghum batter!
Gu Xiaowan felt a little bit in her heart, and the wooden spoon she was stirring in her hand paused, and the secret path was broken.
She is now an eight-year-old baby, how can she make such a delicious meal. Although the simple sorghum noodles are not up to the point where she said that they are full of color and flavor, but the younger brothers and sisters who used to eat the dark sorghum noodles do not doubt.
However, if she wants to eat the black sorghum noodles in the future, she will never want to eat it anymore.
Gu Xiaowan thought for a while, and pretended to be nonchalant, and said, "Is it? It looks good, right? My sister thinks it is not only good-looking, but also delicious! When my sister was in a coma, in her dreams, all kinds of food were in her mind. When I watched it, I wanted to eat it, but I couldn't eat it, so I tried desperately to see how others did it, as if I had realized some ways."
Gu Ning'an thought for a while, and felt that it was true that my sister had never taken a break from daybreak until she went to bed. She was really too busy and kept busy every day.