Fast through the cannon fodder, she shines brightly

Chapter 259 Widow (14)

Mu Wan put all the things she bought into order in the house, and handed the buns to Fang Cheng and Fang Nian.

"Mom, you eat too." Fang Cheng tiptoed slightly.

Mu Wan smiled and said, "No, you can eat it yourself."

She really didn't have much appetite, but this instinctive reaction of her body was a little greedy when she saw the buns, as if the buns were exuding an incomparable aroma.

The two children took small bites, seeming to cherish it very much. Their beautiful eyes were shining as they nibbled on the dough.

It was noon now, and Mu Wan put the basket into the utility room, and was about to cook. She had already bought seasonings and miscellaneous grains, so she could cook delicious meals.

She grabbed a handful of pickles from the jar and finely chopped them into fine pieces. She was mixing the batter, adding the pickles, and temporarily placing it on the chopping board until it became slightly sticky.

Then put the pot on the fire. The iron pot at the beginning cannot be used, no matter how clean it is. The simple way is to cut off a piece of pig skin and wipe it along the edge of the pot. As the temperature rises, the pig skin will slowly Turn black and wipe away all the dirt in the iron.Then wash it twice with plant ash, and the iron pot will become clean and shiny.

Mu Wan put down two spoons of oil and poured the batter in batches. When it was fried and crispy, he picked it up. The salty and soy sauce was so rich that it attracted the two children. They stood on tiptoe and looked into the pot. He kept swallowing his saliva. He had just eaten a steamed bun, but he felt hungry again for some reason.

Mu Wan inserted chopsticks one by one, so that she would not be lying down when eating, "Hey, Chengzi, eat with my sister."

Fang Cheng sniffed his nose and took it carefully.

Mu Wan tasted a piece. As soon as she bit into it, it had a crispy outer shell with the unique aroma of pickles. Once bitten into it, it was soft and delicious. It's just a few simple steps to make the ingredients exert such an effect.

The snow-white rice in the casserole next to it was tumbling, and Mu Wan filtered it into the steamer to continue cooking, so that the firewood rice would be more fragrant, the rice grains would be more distinct and chewy, and the leftover rice soup could also be served separately to quench your thirst.

The pancakes and rice alone were too monotonous to eat, so Mu Wan fried a plate of shredded radish and cold cabbage, which were all on the table.

Fang Cheng's eyes widened slightly, filled with excitement. In his memory, this was the first time in two years that he had eaten so richly. In the past, when his father was still alive, the family could grow more food every year, and even at the end of the year. Eating meat twice was one of the few luxuries, but the only things that appeared on the dinner table were wild vegetables, boiled cabbage, sweet potatoes, and sorghum rice. There were not even a few oil stars to be seen.

Mu Wan filled two pancakes in a single bowl, "Chengzi, take it to Grandma Zhang next door, hurry up, and come back for dinner."

The neighbor next door was a very nice person, and would sometimes give wild fruits to the Fang brothers and sisters, reciprocating the favor, and she also wanted to send something over.

Fang Cheng nodded, looked at the dining table reluctantly, rushed out quickly, and came back in a few minutes.

He just felt that everything on the dinner table at noon was so delicious that he wished to swallow his tongue. He wanted to be more stable, but he was attracted by the smell and accelerated his speed.

"Mother, it's delicious!" Fang Nian squinted his eyes with a greasy mouth.

Fang Cheng raised his head, a smile flashed in his eyes. He just felt that it was a good life like this, where the whole family lived happily together, occasionally had something good to eat, and could talk and laugh at the dinner table.

He cherishes every bit of warmth, and hides it in his heart carefully, fearing that this is a dream, and one day it will return to the way it was before.

The portion of this meal is not small, Mu Wan was surprised that they had finished eating, but luckily Gouzi's food had already been set aside, Dahei didn't hold back anymore this time, when he saw her coming out with a bowl, Flicking his tail, he leaned forward obediently.

(End of this chapter)