I'm not a wild eater

[Shake your head, shake your head, shake your head. 】

[It's at the bottom of the rice bucket, isn't that obvious? 】

[But the bottom of the bamboo rice bucket is hollowed out, which is good for steam to come up. 】

[I don’t understand, I’ve only eaten but not cooked. 】

[Fellow Daoist in front, you actually eat a bucket? 】

"I didn't expect that you with obsessive-compulsive disorder would sometimes forget the steps."

It is rare for Yan Shu to catch the opportunity to make fun of Mu Qing in terms of handwork.

"Normal cooking at home will put a layer of gauze underneath."

"We don't have gauze, so we have to use bamboo slices instead."

"In this way, there will be no grains of rice stuck in the gaps below, and no grain of rice will be wasted."

Mu Qing explained, fastening the last piece of bamboo.

"Is this almost ready?" Yan Shu asked after looking at the color of the rice soup.

Mu Qing went over to have a look.

Use bamboo clips to support the clay pot on the stone table.

Put the rice bucket on the small clay pot, scoop up a spoonful of soup and rice with a spoon, and pour it into the rice bucket.

Tilt the rice bucket slightly so that all the rice soup inside flows into the clay pot.

"It smells so good!" Yan Shu sat on the side, intoxicated by the aroma of rice soup.

"This rice soup is also delicious with some white sugar, shall we try adding some honey later?" Mu Qing was also tempted by the aroma.

It was too long to wait until dinner.

"No, I think drinking it directly is already very fragrant."

After Yan Shu finished speaking, he picked up two pottery cups and went to the door to wash them.

Before going out, he turned back and put down the pottery cup.

"What's wrong? Hold back?" Mu Qing joked.

"These two pottery cups often drink various herbal teas, and they taste a bit different. I'm going to chop two bamboo cups."

Yan Shu smiled, and took Muqing's machete to harm Zhuzi.

【Mi Tang: My treatment is fine. 】

[It's so rare, it's not even worthy of a pottery cup made by hand. 】

[Don't mix flavors, don't add sugar, stick to the original flavor. 】

【I'm curious, what Master Shu is going to use to serve the meal later. 】

[Cut two new rice bowls in bamboo tubes, there are plenty of bamboo tubes anyway. 】

[Shu Ye: What kind of bamboo tube are you chopping, I just hold the rice bucket and eat it, isn't it delicious? 】

[Don't say it, it's really fragrant. 】

Yan Shu chopped up the bamboo cup and rinsed it, and Mu Qing's work was over.

Put the rice bucket on the big earthenware pot, and let some rice soup left in it flow down.

Strive not to waste a drop.

Yan Shu picked up the small clay pot and poured a cup of rice soup for himself and Mu Qing.

Xiang Muqing pointed to the cup.

Picking up a glass by himself, he took a sip with a smile on his face.

"How?" Mu Qing asked with a smile.

"Ha..." Yan Shu closed his eyes slightly, sighed a long time, tapped his lips and said, "This is the taste in my memory."

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Chapter 259 The Time Is Just Right

"Look at these rice, I specially cooked a lot."

"You can eat freely at night without saving."

Muqing tilted the rice bucket a little so that Yan Shu could see where the rice was.

"Great, I want to eat two bowls." Yan Shu said, finishing half a cup of rice soup happily.

Mu Qing poured the last part of the drained out of the big clay pot into the small pot.

Clean the cauldron, fill it with some water, and put it back on the stove to burn.

When the water inside boils, put the rice bucket on top and steam it.

"The size of the bottom of this rice bucket is actually the same as the top of the clay pot."

"It's amazing." Yan Shu sighed.

"It was made by measuring the caliber of the clay pot when I was making the rice bucket."

Mu Qing smiled, reached out and rubbed Yan Shu's head.

Take the mushrooms in the basket to the door to wash.

"Why do I feel like it's going to rain?"

After washing the shiitake mushrooms, Mu Qing looked up.

It's only past four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky is already a fight with the normal six o'clock.

Air pressure is also noticeably different.

"It's going to rain. On my way to pick mushrooms, I thought I'd come back and tell you." Yan Shu agreed.

no?Can't carry it like this?