Chapter 50 Threshold Girl, Lu Miao
Fu Jingyou turned around after finishing her work and saw Lu Miao sitting innocently on the threshold with her back to the door and facing out, her wet shoes and socks being taken off by her. After pushing it all the way, her feet, which were soaked in water and turned white, stood firmly on the small bench together.
I don’t know whether it’s because of the cold or other reasons, but her toes would occasionally curl up, making her look spoiled and fussy, but also a bit playful and cute...
Fu Jingyou He looked at Lu Miao silently for a while, thinking that this indulgent girl refreshed his knowledge all the time.
Sighing slowly, Fu Jingyou went to the front room and groped for a long time, and brought out a pair of straw sandals.
He placed the straw sandals in front of Lu Miao and said in a soft voice, rarely joking:
"Just dress appropriately for now, girl on the threshold."
"What girl on the threshold?"
"No feet touch the ground, except on the threshold This small piece of land can't go anywhere, what is it if it's not a threshold girl? "
Lu Miao's eyes swayed, and Fu Jingyou's joke reminded her of the snail girl who couldn't escape from the shell. In a sense, There does seem to be some similarity.
But she is not a "threshold girl" who is limited to a "threshold" everywhere.
The straw sandals are worn. Fu Jingyou wore them before, but they are clean now.
Lu Miao didn't think much, curled up her feet and put on her shoes directly.
The shoes belong to Fu Jingyou. You can imagine how big they are. Every time Lu Miao lifts her feet after putting them on, the shoes almost fall off her feet.
In order to avoid stepping on the wet ground, she couldn't help but flex her toes, which made her walk look stupid, a bit like a goose.
She didn't know it, and she was still following Fu Jingyou around the stove, "What can I do for you?"
Fu Jingyou took a handful of shallots and two garlic heads, Lu Miao took it knowingly, moved the small bench and sat down next to the table, and picked up the green onions with all her heart.
Seeing that she was serious, Fu Jingyou didn't bother her.
After sweeping around the house, Fu Jingyou clapped his hands and walked out of the kitchen. He gathered a handful of bamboo twigs at the back of the house. He picked off the bamboo leaves and gathered them into a small handful to temporarily resemble a small brush.
Inside the house, Lu Miao was picking garlic. Outside, by the well, Fu Jingyou held her shoes and socks and began to brush them carefully.
There are a lot more things in the kitchen than when Lu Miao came last time. In addition to the remaining spices used last time, there are small baskets of dried chili peppers and fresh red and green peppers. There are also a lot of green and steamy fresh Sichuan peppercorns. .
Lu Miao looked curious and raised his voice to ask Fu Jingyou:
"Where did this fresh pepper come from?"
"It was picked in the mountains."
"Is there one in the mountains?"
Fu Jingyou said "hmm" and said nothing.
Lu Miao was quick-thinking and immediately said:
"Fu Jingyou, Sichuan peppercorns are a good thing to remove the smell of fish! If there are many in the mountains, you can pick some back when you are not busy!"
Eat it fresh when it’s fresh, dry it if you can’t use it up, and put it away so you can use it slowly.
Fu Jingyou said "hmm" again, but still said nothing.
Fortunately, Lu Miao's mind was not on him for the time being, otherwise she would have stomped on him and asked him why he was so cold.
Anticipating that Fu Jingyou couldn't make any tricks in cooking, Lu Miao looked at the ingredients on the table and those she had just brought over, thought about it in her mind, and started preparing it herself.
Although he has not yet discussed it carefully with Fu Jingyou, Lu Miao has already planned in his heart that he will use this place as a secret base for opening a small stove in the future, so he brought a complete set of things when he came here, not only the things he bought before She also brought over a lot of the rice wine and spices she received from the team.
Fu Jingyou was busy in the backyard and did not come in. Lu Miao rolled up his sleeves, scooped water from the bucket, washed some brown rice, and finally poured the brown rice into the pot. He recalled that he had heard before that the water for rice needs to be No more than a knuckle deep, she weighed it carefully and added water carefully. After finally measuring and closing the pot lid, she touched the mouth of the stove to light the fire.
When Fu Jingyou came in from outside, Lu Miao's fire had already risen, but there was a lot of smoke in the room. She also had a cat face, and there was a large piece of black ash on the outside of her light blue sleeves.
The veins on Fu Jingyou’s forehead jumped, and he hurriedly saw her take her out of the stove, “No one asked you to do this!”
Lu Miao explained: “No one asked me to do it, but It's easy for me."
"..."
Fu Jingyou didn't say anything. He heard "gurgling" bubbling in the pot. He approached the stove and opened the lid. When he saw the almost low water level and tumbling brown rice in the pot, Fu Jingyou almost fainted.
Quickly adding two ladles of water to the pot, he turned around and asked Lu Miao seriously:
“What’s going on?”
Lu Miao’s eyebrows were knotted, with a puzzled look on his face, “What’s going on? Let me make some rice!"
Fu Jingyou stared at her, silent for a while, then said with difficulty:
"You have never cooked at home before."
This is a statement, not a question.
Lu Miao pursed her lips and opened her eyes, her pupils slightly raised to look at him.
I can't hide the dissatisfaction and grievance in my eyes, and the meaning is obvious.
Fu Jingyou rubbed his forehead and felt deeply that Lu Miao's family protected her very well.
“After washing the rice, you should first drain it into half-cooked water.”
Shen Xin brought Lu Miao closer to the stove. Fu Jingyou asked her to look into the pot and explained patiently:
"When the water boils, take out the rice grains. The rest will be rice soup, which can be used to cook with the crispy rice later. Soup, this is the porridge you had at my aunt’s house last time, remember?”
Lu Miao looked up at Fu Jingyou and nodded hesitantly.
Lu Miao also knew where he made his own mistake.
She is a bit too subconscious. The water in the rice must cover one knuckle. The prerequisite is that the rice cooker steams the rice. But there is no electricity at this time. How can there be a rice cooker?
People in the countryside rarely eat refined grains when cooking. On the one hand, they can't afford it, and on the other hand, they can't bear to eat it. Even if they eat rice for a while for some reason, that's also the way to catch rice.
The big pot rice I ate at the educated youth restaurant before was steamed in the same steaming tray and separated by water because there were many kinds of rations. I had never cooked rice separately.
Lu Miao had never seen it with her own eyes, so her mind had not turned around. Now that Fu Jingyou explained it, she understood it immediately.
The grievance and indignation dissipated in an instant. She clamped the hem of Fu Jingyou's clothes and subdued her coquettishly:
"I have never cooked before, so I don't know this. I will know it in the future."< br>
Fu Jingyou was not angry, but more helpless. The pampered girl was subdued. Of course, he would not say anything more, but only comforted:
"Just sit down, you don't have to do this."
Lu Miao is unwilling to be stubborn Mouth: "No, I can't do it, but you have to give me a chance to learn! Besides, I'll just watch from the side and won't bother you!"
She didn't know how to tie braids before. , making fire, didn’t she learn these by observing others?
Others can take care of her for a while, but they cannot take care of her for a lifetime. She may not be able to do these things now, but she cannot always be able to do so.
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(End of this chapter)