BOOK-4

2037

Chapter 2037 Hu Cao

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But she has been here for such a long time, and she has never seen Aduoniang eat pickled vegetables.

In fact, she wanted to ask, but in the end she still didn't ask anything.

Since the idea of ​​ghosts and gods with strange powers was something to be feared, she didn't want to be regarded as a monster, but the consequences of being treated as a monster were not something she could bear, nor was Aduoniang able to bear.

So now she is very cautious about what she says. If she can't say it, she won't say it. If she can't do it, she won't do it.

Just learn to be Aduo first.

She brought the bowl to her mouth and drank from the mouth of the bowl. Although it was not the fine tea she drank in her house, the water here also had a faint sweetness. When she drank it, she felt relieved. It relieves a lot of thirst and refreshes a lot of spirit.

"Aduo, are you hungry?"

A'duoniang touched her daughter's hair. She was finally no longer the gloomy look she had been in the past. She had some sunshine and felt relaxed.

Shen Qingci tapped lightly. She was hungry.

"Auntie will cook some porridge for you."

"Okay," Shen Qingci responded, but did not leave.

"I'll help grandma light the fire."

And as she said that, she took the firewood and put it under the pot. She also paid attention to how A'duo wanted to cook. A'duo's hands were not pampering hands, they should be used for any kind of work. It can be done.

And the rice she cooks should be similar to A Duo Niang.

It doesn't matter if you don't know it now, you will know if you look more and more.

"Okay," Aduoniang opened the pot and took out the small bag of rice. Then she gritted her teeth and grabbed a handful of rice. The rice was not the kind of polished rice, but the kind of rice that was beaten out by oneself. , is not white rice, but a kind of yellow rice. Although it is not polished rice, Shen Qingci has eaten it before, and the taste is not too bad. When you eat it in your mouth, although it is not as soft and glutinous as polished rice, it does not hurt your throat.

It's quite delicious, especially with the addition of something called sweet potato. After cooking for a while, even the rice can develop a soft and waxy aroma.

She really likes to eat.

A'duoniang took some water and washed the rice a little, but she didn't dare to wash it too much. She was afraid that if she washed too much, she would wash the rice and make it dilute. Farmers are not that particular about it. It's all made of mud, so I can pick up the steamed buns and eat them directly, and I haven't seen anyone die from eating them.

The most I can do is have diarrhea for a few days.

A'duoniang put the rice aside, and then took out a earthy thing with some mud on it. She washed all the mud on it, cut it into small pieces, and put it into the pot. inside.

Shen Qingci's eyes lit up slightly.

If she guessed correctly, this should be the sweet potato she has been eating these past few days.

"Mommy, these sweet potatoes are so big."

Shen Qingci compared them secretly. These sweet potatoes were bigger than her hand, and they were very capable of quenching hunger. Why didn't they have any human seeds in Dazhou?