In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

Fire or not?The system felt that she was mocking him and couldn't help but said, "Content is king, post-production is just the icing on the cake!"

"Haha, there is so much high-quality content that has been buried, traffic is the most important thing, okay?" Song Hongguo complained while not forgetting to work.

I found an old-fashioned double-eared casserole from the box. It was khaki in color and had a lid. It was perfect for cooking millet porridge. I also took out bowls and chopsticks, eggs, brown sugar and soy sauce and sesame oil. They were all placed on the table. Click the capture button.

"I thought you forgot." The system reminded faintly, "Move naturally, don't show any traces of acting, and don't deliberately act cool. I want it to be authentic, do you understand?"

"You still want to say this? Am I a pretentious person?" Song Hongguo felt uneasy, so she took off her military coat, rolled up the sleeves of her sweater, and went to clean the coal stove.

The coal stove was not burning well, so she poked it from below with a pair of tongs and pulled out a lot of coal ash. Slowly, the flames began to rise. She touched the water in the aluminum pot and it was already warm, so she poured it out. There was some in the pot, and I estimated I grabbed two small handfuls of rice and went in to wash it. When I saw that the water was quite turbid, I took the opportunity to complain about the system, "Look at the millet you sell, put it on the shelves without even processing it? What a scam!" "

"...That's not turbid, it's all good stuff. Don't you know that rice water can wash your face?" The system looked like you didn't know anything about it. "Watering flowers is nutritious, and it's better than chemical fertilizers."

"Haha, keep blowing!" Song Hongguo took the casserole to the bathroom, turned on the faucet and washed it a few times before sitting on the stove with confidence.

Ling Zhi kept looking at her, but hesitated to speak.

Song Hongguo looked at his embarrassed expression and asked funnyly, "What do you want to say?"

Ling Zhi then said tangledly, "You, did you put too much rice?"

"Is it a lot?" Song Hongguo also cooked a lot in her previous life and was very familiar with the ratio of rice to water.

"I think it's too much. You can eat three meals with this rice." Ling Zhi pursed his lips and said, "There is a shortage of food everywhere now, and it's hard to buy it even if you have money and tickets. Especially fine grains, you still have to save some... …Also, my brother and I can just eat whole grains.”

When Song Hongguo heard this, she couldn't help but feel sad, but her tone was relaxed with a smile, "Don't worry, I know for sure that I won't starve you and your brother. Also, from now on, our family will only use If we share a meal, I will eat dry food, and you two will not drink watery food, remember?"

"But……"

"No buts!" Song Hongguo touched his head and said, "Adults should worry about eating and drinking. As for you and your brother, the most important thing right now is to take care of your health."

"……it is good."

"Get a horse from under the bed, sit by the stove, warm up the fire, and keep an eye on the pot to prevent it from boiling."

"Ah."

With him watching, Song Hongguo felt relieved and went to the bathroom to clean up a pile of dishes, chopsticks, and spoons, and then cleaned up the washbasin, thermos, and enamel jar. She was actually not used to using other people's, even if the other person was different from her. She also felt awkward with the same body, but now that there was no new one, she had to make do with it.

After finishing the work, the pot was boiled, and the golden millet was rolling. Soon, the unique aroma of millet porridge floated in the room, which was warm and inviting.

Song Hongguo took a deep breath, feeling that her stomach was even more empty and uncomfortable. Ling Zhi was suffering even more than she was. Since he went to the farm in M ​​Province, he had not eaten refined grains for a few times. Except for sweet potatoes, it was corn, ground with the skins on. It has to be mixed with some straw, not to mention the taste, it is just rough and difficult to swallow.

But now?The thick millet porridge was bubbling, and the delicate and soft aroma of the grain was like a hook thrust into his stomach, making him restless. When he saw what Song Hongguo was doing, he became even more excited. His eyes widened and he stood up suddenly, "You, what are you going to do?"

"Beat the eggs, isn't it obvious?" Song Hongguo originally wanted to cook them to save effort, but after looking at the sesame oil on the table, she changed her mind and decided to steam the egg custard instead. A child.

Anyway, when she was a child, whenever she got sick, eating a bowl of egg custard was more effective than taking medicine. Oh, and there were also canned yellow peaches, which were perfect for getting sick.

"Then there's no need... so much?" Ling Zhi became worried again, looking at the three broken egg shells, his flesh ached so much.

"There are three of us. Is one person more than one?" Song Hongguo reminded helplessly, "Have you forgotten again? You and your brother need to supplement your nutrition now. Only with good health can you have hope. Don't worry about anything else."

Ling Zhi didn't speak anymore, but he was thinking in his heart, can he not worry about her living so lavishly?Especially for him and his brother, he couldn't feel at ease.

"Host, your cheap son is a bit stingy, won't it affect your motivation to buy, buy, buy, right?" The system was worried about affecting its upgrade, and complained uneasily, "Don't all men have a loose hand?"

"This is called being frugal and prudent, which is a virtue in this era, okay?" Song Hongguo defended her shortcomings, "Besides, with the size of your small grain and oil store, if I want to buy something, I have to have something that can arouse my impulse! Not even Shopee!”

Add some shrimp skin to the steamed egg custard to make it more delicious and nutritious.

"..."

"Oh, it affects my performance." Song Hongguo continued to look down upon him.

The system really wanted to say something like, "You need some face. Is your poor performance just because of Shopee?", but he was timid, fearing that she would fall out, so he could only say aggrievedly, "It will happen in the future. Shopee is nothing, Australia." Big lobster is nothing.”

"Okay, then come on, try to evolve from a grain and oil store into a shopping mall as soon as possible."

"..." Shouldn't it be you who works hard?Will throw the blame away.

After simmering for half an hour, the millet porridge has become thick, with water and rice fused together, and a layer of rice oil floating on it. Song Hongguo took down the casserole, replaced it with a double-eared iron pot, poured water, and put the bowl in. The mouth of the bowl was quite large, and there was still enough water to dilute the three eggs. She carefully skimmed off the foam on the egg liquid with a spoon, and then covered it with a flat plate, so that the steamed custard would be nice and smooth.

After the water boils, seven or eight minutes will be enough. As soon as the plate is opened, the aroma wafts out. Song Hongguo realizes for the first time that the aroma of the custard is so strong. It makes her stomach protest like crazy. When a few more drops of sesame oil are added, the aroma becomes even stronger. Enthusiastic and overbearing.

Stir it gently with the spoon, and the tender tofu-like custard sways tremblingly. It melts in your mouth and makes you want to sigh with satisfaction.

"I'm so hungry after watching it." The system said in a slightly excited tone, "When the video is sent out, it should attract a wave of foodie fans, right?"

Song Hongguo ignored it, waved Ling Zhi over, changed the spoon, took another mouthful and handed it to his mouth, "Try it, is it delicious?"

Ling Zhi swallowed hard, smelling the alluring aroma, and opened his mouth uncontrollably. After taking it into his mouth, he was reluctant to swallow it. He chewed it carefully, greedy for the delicious food, until many years later. Later, when he grew up, egg custard was no longer a rare thing, but he still remembered the throbbing and warmth of this moment.

"There is also millet porridge to eat together." Song Hongguo filled a bowl for him and sat with him on the edge of the bed, facing the table, eating without raising his head.

After a bowl of porridge, my stomach is finally satisfied. It would be perfect if it is paired with some pickles.

"Xiao Tiantian, don't forget to put some pickles on the shelves in your grain and oil store. You don't need too many varieties. Just pickles, pickles, and spicy dumplings. Oh, and the local braised peppers in oil and pickled cucumbers, too. That goes with the meal."

"..."