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On the way back, Alan was unexpectedly obedient, and followed the two of them with bamboo steps. The young man who was walking side by side with the boy slightly tilted his head, leaving Alan with an unfathomable look. Then he twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

Allen: This man is poisonous.

An Ke, who had no idea of ​​the rivalry between the two, was focused on his career, and was replaying the steps of weaving a dustpan in his mind. This kind of thing was only taught to him by his grandmother in the countryside when he was a child, and he didn't need it in the city. As time went by, it became a bit blurred .

The three dragged back a lot of bamboo from the east, and spread them out in the yard of An Ke's house. Then, the three of them took a shower in the simple bathroom one by one, trying to clean the bamboo hairs so as not to stick to the skin. It is unbearably itchy.

After taking a bath, it was lunch time. Since there was no vinegar, An Ke fried a slightly spicy potato shreds, and made a chili stir fry with the leftover dwarf bear meat. The staple food was still soft and glutinous rice grass porridge .

This lunch was Alan's happiest meal. The chili was mixed with meat, and the tip of his tongue was slightly burning, so he eagerly took a sip of glutinous rice porridge.

Allen swallowed the last bite of food in his mouth, licked his lips, like a satiated kitten: "So full."

An Ke recalled the appearance of the young man gobbling it up, well, the food was so delicious that it made people move their index fingers when they saw it. An idea gradually formed in An Ke's mind. The spokesperson of the restaurant must be Allen.

"Alan, I have a good job for you, and I can enjoy delicious food every day."

Hearing this, the young man's eyes rolled and sparkled, and he stared at An Ke eagerly.

An Ke briefly introduced the plan to Alan, so the young man worked harder than his boss.

An Ke cooks, and the two clean up the mess, with a clear division of labor, and there will be no chaos at all.

After dinner, An Ke took the two of them to the village and replaced them with delicious food for two decent tool knives, which were just right for splitting bamboo. Their first task now was to split the bamboo into short, thick, and thick bamboo pieces.

None of the three present had any experience in cutting bamboo slices. The only one who had done it, An Ke, was unfamiliar with it due to the long time. The bamboo slices were either broken in the middle, or were so thick that they could not be used for weaving at all. .

Kelier couldn't stand it anymore, and snatched the knife from the boy's hand: "Say it, I'll do it."

An Ke smiled reassuringly, and squatted aside to direct.

However, the giant dragon has power, and its control over this kind of thing is indeed a bit poor, but fortunately, it is getting more and more handy. Looking at the bamboo pieces gradually piling up on the ground, An Ke has already passed the simplest flat-bottom weaving method in his heart. Countless times.

For flat bottom weaving, you can choose the number of bamboo pieces according to the size you need, at least 9 pieces, and at most 24 pieces. An Ke couldn't measure the size of the two in his mind, so he finally decided to fold one of them and weave a dustpan with 18 pieces to dry. Some items that need air drying.

The yard was a bit stuffy, and the room was too crowded. The three of them moved their things to the shade of a tree not far away. An Ke sat in the middle and began to proofread. According to memory, An Ke moved slowly at first, and even made several mistakes. Until later, the memory began to wake up, and some learned things engraved in the instinct would not be forgotten, and An Ke's hand movements became more and more proficient.

The eyes of the two people from different worlds looked straight, and they felt that An Ke's hands were extremely magical, even more cool than some magicians who cast spells with wands. After all, the boy didn't use anything, all relying on skills In constant change, the two could only watch the long bamboo pieces entangled, shortened, and finally intersected in a strange but very regular way in the young man's hands, even when they tried to pick up the bamboo. There is no chance of stealing from a teacher, because it is too fast and too complicated.

A flat-bottomed dustpan is not difficult, and An Ke has quick hands and feet, and she made one in a short while. Although the appearance is not as clever as some old people's weaving, it is too easy to bluff the mainlanders.

Clear picked up the round thing and studied it carefully, but Alan yelled beside him like a child who hadn't grown up: "It's amazing, this weird and magical weaving method actually created this... this ..."

An Ke reminded it of its name at the right time: "Dustpan."

Probably because he was too curious, Allen kept pestering An Ke to make another one for him. He wanted to take it home, and his heart was very firm. give up.

In the end, An Ke really couldn't hold him back, so he had to make up a 9-piece one for him.

As if he had obtained some treasure, Allen threw the two of them aside and concentrated on studying the utensils in his hands. Klier quietly pushed the people aside, and took the opportunity to sit between the two, letting the young man sit next to him. Totally alone.

Next is the steamer. For this thing, An Ke really had a problem. Unlike the dustpan, the bamboo slices used for the steamer are wider, and it is more difficult to make. First of all, the steamer circle is enough to trap him. Besides, he also needs something similar to steel wire to fix the bamboo strips on the steamer to prolong its service life, and finally to make the steamer cover.

"Oh, it's so difficult."

An Ke grasped the bamboo piece tightly with one hand, and simply lay on his back under the shade of the tree, put one hand on the boy's forehead, and rubbed it gently.

"Take your time, we can start simple."

simple?An Ke was greatly inspired.

"Claire, you are my lucky star!"

As he spoke, the young man sat up abruptly, folded his hands, and gently embraced the giant dragon. The young man's embrace was short and brisk, and his warm body disappeared at the touch of a touch. You Ruoli's physical contact is like a cup of wine that is not too strong, but light enough to arouse people's infinite thoughts, and then put it on the tip of the tongue and even the bottom of the heart to taste slowly.

So, when the boy reached out to pick up the bamboo pieces on the ground, Klier handed them over, intentionally or unintentionally, touching the boy's slightly warm fingertips.

Allen, who was very happy at the side, turned his head to see the dragon's small movements, and then consciously moved his butt to the side. After all, he didn't want to become unlucky.

An Ke followed Julong's suggestion and simplified the complicated process, simplifying the steamer with many steps into a steaming sheet where things can be placed, which fits perfectly with the big iron pot at home.

In the end, An Ke made two smaller dustpans, until the white clouds in the sky began to spread to Phnom Penh, the three of them cleaned up the mess, said goodbye to each other and separated. Alan asked An Ke several times for assurance that he would be the first tomorrow One came to the house to help and taste the new food made by Anke.

Julong stood beside him calmly, took the initiative to pick up the scattered finished products, and said silently in his heart: Impossible, because he must be the first one.

Back home, An Ke started to deal with the bamboo shoots that he had dug up during the day. Since he didn't have any tools at hand, the bamboo shoots he dug up were not big, and some were even damaged. The edible parts that were peeled off were not too many. Just fried a dish, there is not much left.

The most delicious season of bamboo shoots is spring. The spring bamboo shoots are tender and crisp, without bitterness. Basically, every bite implies a full of spring. In summer, the bamboo shoots are tinged with a bit of bitterness, but the taste is not bad mixed with spicy shredded pork. But it is still not as comfortable as eating the tender taste before and after Qingming. This year is not good, and we can only wait for the next year.

Tasting the perfect taste of bamboo shoots, An Ke took the giant dragon to the space. The happiest thing every day was to inspect his fruits and vegetables after work. They were all green and cool, and the space was also a place to escape the summer heat. In the Holy Land, An Ke immediately made up his mind.

If it’s not impossible to build a small shed next to the watermelon field and make a swing, if it’s too hot outside, he can go inside to escape the heat. He will start preparing for it when his ice powder shop is set up.

Every day is a discovery of different mediocre little geniuses.

In addition to the bamboo shoots, An Ke also chose a thicker bamboo, uprooted it, and kept the strong whip, some roots and sprouts, which were connected to the soil and gave off a slight moisture, and An Ke planted it in an open field. Digging, planting, and covering the area, An Ke found that she was getting more and more proficient at doing farm work.

As long as the bamboo survives, it is not a problem to form a piece, but if the growth rate is too good, it may occupy the land in Anke's seemingly small space. Fortunately, he has a key to harvest this function. When the growth rate is not right, he will eradicate it. The excess is fine.

Thinking of this, An Ke looked at the function icon with some anticipation in his eyes, and he didn't know what magical functions the space had.

After An Ke finished planting, Klier was wandering in the field beside him. The scenery in the space was very idyllic. The dragon stretched out his hand to poke the red peppery fruit that was growing gratifyingly, and imitated An Ke to pat the freshly ripened field. I am quite satisfied with this kind of farming life.

An Ke walked to the dragon along the looming path, and the two of them would always stay in the space for a while after finishing their work, enjoying the quiet time.

When the two came out, An Ke was the first to notice the young man looking around in the yard.

To be precise, a child?

The "child" has pale skin and some freckles on his face. He wears a yellow hat similar to Santa Claus, a beige jacket, green trousers, and the tips of the shoes on his feet are bent into a strange arc. He has pointy ears and long blond hair under a hat.

Seems kind of like an elf?

The "elf" first looked around, and when he saw the dragon behind An Ke, he suddenly waved, very excited.

"Mr. Dragon!"

"I'm the delivery elf."

Wow, it's really an elf, An Ke's eyes are naked|naked and curious.

Some elves are timid by nature, unfortunately, he is, the elves shrank in fright from An Ke's enthusiastic gaze, the hand that had already reached into the messenger bag froze, and moved slowly, couldn't help it I muttered in my heart.

Why is this different species of the same kind so weird?

The author has something to say: the preparation method of the dustpan is from Baidu. I just understand the production method and did not follow the network steps. Welcome to correct the mistakes