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Chapter 11

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    "Ah? Me? Me, I don't know how to do it." Cai Xiaoxue jumped, subconsciously looked around, and then pointed to herself, with a bewildered expression.

    Cai Xiaoman was amused by her cute reaction, and explained: "I've just finished the preparations for making the soup, and I'll just watch the fire later, so why don't you do this job?"

    Ordinary soup making is not difficult, but it is time-consuming and you need to pay attention to the heat.  Cai Xiaoman is really helpless with the fire stove here. She grew up in the city, and even when she was a child, she used honeycomb briquettes in the most difficult times.

    And when grandma was around, she was not allowed to do these at all, and she was told to just study.  Later, she lived independently, and she used natural gas to help in the back kitchen. To control the heat, she only needed to turn the switch, which was not as troublesome as a stove.

    However, the rice cooked on the stove is delicious, and this is not comparable to natural gas.

    When Cai Xiaoxue heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Tell me what to do."

    "The soup is usually first boiled with strong fire, and then slowly simmered for half to an hour." Cai Xiaoman explained.

    Cai Xiaoxue nodded, carefully memorized every step, and then asked: "How big is the martial fire, and how small is the slow fire?"

    "Light this small stove first, and I'll explain to you later." Cai Xiaoman looked at the firewood on the ground, and said, "I'm afraid this firewood isn't enough, I'll go out and get some."

    Cai Xiaoman walked out of the kitchen, glanced at the neatly piled unsplit firewood under the eaves, without saying a word, rolled up his sleeves and hugged a few thigh-thick wooden stakes, took them aside and split them with an axe.

    Put the firewood on the wooden stake standing on the ground, pick up the ax and hit it down lightly. With a sound of "pa¡ª¡ª", the wood with the mouth of a bowl was split into two.

    ? Easy and effortless.

    "My strength is really great!" Cai Xiaoman looked at his slender arms and couldn't help sighing again. At this moment, he really wanted to pose as a bodybuilder and indulge himself.

    She just likes the feeling of infinite power!

    After a while, Cai Xiaoman chopped the firewood.  She seemed to have endless strength, if it wasn't for the kitchen, she really wanted to chop all the firewood at home.

    Cai Xiaoxue has already lit the fire, the little girl is very powerful, the fire in the stove is very obedient in her hands.  The most important issue of cooking soup is not a problem for her.

    At this time, the red dates were also steamed, and Cai Xiaoman took them out and pounded them into jujube paste with a pestle.

    "Oh, be gentle, don't break the mortar!" Seeing her movement, Cai Xiaoxue hurriedly stepped forward to stop her.

    This is not smashing jujube paste, it is clearly smashing a stone mortar.

    "Uh, I didn't use much force. Besides, this mortar is not so easy to break." Cai Xiaoman felt extremely wronged, she was really very light.

    Cai Xiaoxue scolded: "You don't know how strong you are, and how many things in the house have been broken by you 'not using too much force'."

    "Is there?" As soon as Cai Xiaoman finished speaking, some fragments flashed in his mind, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

    Uh It seems that there are such things.

    For example, when she went to shake dates with someone, she 'accidentally' broke the trunk of a grown man's arm;  Fetch water, unscrew the pole of the wheel

    There are so many examples that it could be made into an eighty-episode series.

    No wonder people don't believe that she can do the work on the stove. With such a carefree personality, it is really hard to believe that she can do such delicate things.  It's no wonder that Cai Laogen likes her so much, the only rough and fine work is raising crickets, this is definitely his successor sent by God!

    No matter what others think of his profession, Cai Laogen really likes it, and hopes that some children can inherit his craft.  Even if he can't, there must be someone who has the same hobbies as him, otherwise life will be as lonely as snow.

    After the yam is steamed, it is also pressed into a puree, and the glutinous rice flour is added and kneaded continuously with hands.  When Cai Xiaoman is kneading, pay attention to the control of strength.  She is very strong now, but she doesn't know how to control it, which is why those things happened before.

    It would be too wasteful to use your strength in vain.

    Jujube paste is used as filling, yam is used as skin, and kneaded into egg-sized balls.  Because there is no mold, Cai Xiaoman shapes it manually.  Thinking that the gifts should be beautiful, they squeezed each dumpling into the shape of a white lotus.

    "This, isn't this too beautiful?" Cai Xiaoxue saw a white lotus blooming, The lid of the clay pot was lifted.

    Now the rich and alluring fragrance permeated even more, and the halazi couldn't stop falling down.

    Just as Cai Xiaoman was about to start swearing, Dingqing saw that it was his father, and immediately suppressed his anger, and said helplessly, "Father, this soup hasn't been cooked yet, so I can't open it yet."

    "It's so fragrant, isn't it good?" Cai Laogen looked regretful, and put the lid back very reluctantly. Before that, he took a sip from the pot, which is similar to that of an addict taking drugs.  up.

    He was not as cowardly as Cai Xiaohu, who just squatted on the ground, but took a small grass mound and sat on the side to guard it.  The posture of looking up and smelling smell is exactly the same as that of Cai Xiaohu, the two father and son can see that they are biological.

    "Father, don't you need to look at your crickets?" Cai Xiaoman didn't know what to say. The soup was really delicious, but it shouldn't be like this!

    At this time on weekdays, Cai Laogen is still stuck in the small room, and will never come out until it is time to eat.  Once upon a time, Cai Xiaohu was playing outside and his face was bloodied by accident, and he didn't move after crying for a long time.  If Mrs. Gao hadn't rushed back, I'm afraid no one would have paid attention to this poor little girl even after her wounds had healed.

    "I have to come out and wander around. I can't stare at it all day. My old arms and legs have to be easy to use." When Cai Laogen spoke, he never took his eyes off the pot.

    My dad also, are you guilty of saying this?

    Cai Xiaoman had no choice but to remind at this time: "Father, this pot of soup is for Gu Xiucai." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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