Who knows! As soon as I returned to the mountains to farm, I encountered a natural disaster.

Once the roots have grown enough, they will begin to grow upward, grow stems and leaves, and become a new strawberry seedling.

Zhao Yeqing had used stolons to raise several seedlings before, and now they have grown very healthy and strong, becoming independent strawberry seedlings.

She was in a good mood when she saw her results. She hummed a tune to deal with the growing weeds, and her mind was full of the scene where she would not be able to finish all the strawberries in the future.

Until Mu Xi's voice sounded outside.

Mu Xi soaked the air-dried chicken in the house, poured out the salt water, heated oil in a pot and added ginger slices and chicken pieces.

Stir-fry until the water evaporates and the aroma gradually releases, then add water again and simmer.

The fried chicken is poured with boiling water. In an instant, the clear boiling water turns milky white, with a few strands of golden chicken fat floating on top.

Mu Xi put the lid on the pot and continued to stew. When he turned around, he found that Zhao Yeqing had not come back yet. The lights in the backyard could be seen outside the window and were still on, indicating that he was still in the basement and had not come up.

Without thinking carefully, he guessed that he was probably addicted to farming again and couldn't help himself. Mu Xi put on his coat and went out to look for someone.

When he walked outside the basement, he shouted: "It's almost time to eat!"

Mu Xi did not push the door open and went in, not wanting the temperature inside to drop.

There are two doors in the basement, one at the top and one at the bottom of the staircase slope. This can ensure the temperature inside to the maximum extent and allow the cold air that is accidentally put in to stay in the space between the two doors.

It was very quiet outside and there was no wind. Zhao Yeqing could hear Mu Xi's voice very clearly. She picked the vegetables she had eaten and put them in the basket and walked out of the basement.

Looking at Mu Xi who was waiting outside, she put the vegetable basket in his hand and raised her hand to poke him on the forehead: "Are you stupid? Don't you have a walkie-talkie?"

Mu Xi knew there was a walkie-talkie, but he didn't look at anyone for dozens of minutes, so he thought about it, so he came to pick her up.

I thought so in my heart, but what I said on my lips was: "I forgot, go back quickly."

Zhao Yeqing understood the slightly awkward look on her face. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, but she didn't say anything.

I hummed in my heart: For a man like him who doesn't talk much, it would take him thirty episodes to chase the heroine in a TV series.

When we returned to the house, several dogs were drooling from greed, and the scent of dried chicken soup spread in the house.

Different from the delicious aroma of ordinary chicken soup, the dried chicken has a special mellow aroma just like other dried foods. Just smelling it will make your mouth salivate.

Mu Xi stepped forward and opened the lid of the pot, and sprinkled a few dried wolfberries on top of the chicken soup. In this weather, supplementing with warm medicinal herbs would be somewhat helpful in keeping out the cold.

Zhao Yeqing followed the old rules. When boiling other vegetables, he first poured out a bowl of fragrant and pure chicken soup, and then put the side dishes in it.

In addition to vegetables, there are also bean curd and sweet potato noodles.

The sweet potato flour had to be cooked for a few minutes, so the two of them sipped the hot soup and waited.

Mu Xi put the remaining chicken legs into Zhao Yeqing's bowl. In the past, when chickens were killed at home, the two families would eat together. As long as they were at home, the chicken legs would not be chopped into small pieces. The old man always kept two big ones. Chicken drumsticks, one for each of them.

This habit still continues today. Each person has a big chicken drumstick in his bowl and eats it with his hands.

The meat of the air-dried chicken is very firm, so you can't eat it in too big a bite, so just eat it in small bites. The meat is salty and fresh, and the more you chew, the more delicious it becomes.

After finishing a chicken leg, the bones were thrown into the dog's rice bowl next to him. Mu Xi knew that Zhao Yeqing liked to wash his hands after doing whatever he did, so he prepared a wet towel in advance and placed it on the table.

Zhao Yeqing wiped the grease off his fingers, then picked up the chopsticks and put them into the pot again.

Lift up the sweet potato flour at the bottom of the pot and it has become completely transparent. You have to take it out as soon as it is cooked, otherwise it will become mushy in a while.

Zhao Yeqing reached out to the side: "Bring me your bowl."

Mu Xi put his bowl in her hand and got a bowl full of crystal sweet potato powder.

Zhao Yeqing's own bowl was also full, and the portion was cooked just right. One bowl per person was a staple food.

After taking out the sweet potato starch, put vegetable and bean curd skin inside.

The whole chicken was eaten clean, and all the bones were eaten by the dogs. It was very trouble-free, and there was no need to clean up the kitchen waste.

After eating, Zhao Yeqing took out the chive flowers and planned to make chive sauce while they were still fresh.

Because we often need to water, we put a big bucket in the planting basement. After picking the leeks, they were already cleaned with water in the basement.

I returned to the house and spread it out in a dustpan. It was now completely dry due to the warmth of the floor in the house.

It has to be marinated with salt before it can be made.

Zhao Yeqing put the chive flowers in a pot, sprinkled two handfuls of salt on them and stirred them evenly. The salt on the plants would dilute the water and make them soft, and only then could they start making sauce.

You'll probably have to wait about half an hour.

Zhao Yeqing wiped the salt off his hands. Today, he rarely had the urge to pick up ancient novels to pass the time. He sat at the table and recorded the general situation of this period in a notebook.

From the time of winter, to the date of snowfall, and the time of polar night.

Finally, add the current year and month.

XNUM X Year X NUM X Month.

Zhao Yeqing was a little dazed when she started writing. It was March four years ago when she returned to Meishan. Unknowingly, she had already lived in this environment for four years.

People's mood changes are very miraculous, and they will always turn upside down inadvertently.

Zhao Yeqing thought of how he was at a loss in the mountains at first, and then met Guohuo and Xuebing, and then Mu Xi came back, farming for food and hunting...

It seems that every time you encounter difficulties, you feel that the most difficult time is right now, but once you get through it, you will find that it is nothing more than that.

Looking at Mu Xi sitting on the rocking chair next to him, he was reading with a book in one hand, and his other hand dropped down to touch the ear of Dahuang who was lying next to him.

Zhao Yeqing instantly felt that his mood suddenly brightened.

She jumped behind Mu Xi in two steps, holding her hands behind her back, and hugged his neck from behind, "Don't look away, come and help me make leek sauce."

Mu Xi immediately put down the book and said, "I'll just do it. You'll teach me next to me. You don't have to do it."

Zhao Yeqing said before that he was going to make leek flower sauce, so he brought the small stone pounder from the kitchen into the house. It must have needed beating again.

Making sauce by beating will make your hands tired. Zhao Yeqing knew that Mu Xi would not let him do it again since he said so, so he did not rush to do it, so he just sat next to him and gave instructions.

"Just squeeze out the water from the pickled chive flowers, then put it into a stone pound together with the minced ginger and beat it."