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It was almost half past eleven when Xie Zhuo returned home. Afraid that Xu Yan could not wait and would go into the kitchen, he quickened his pace as he walked into the village.

Who knew that when I entered the room, Xu Yan was already in the kitchen.

But this time the kitchen wasn’t smoky because Dabao and Xiaobao were also there.

The two kids were not good at anything else, but they were pretty good at making fire. Dabao stuffed firewood into the stove, and Xiaobao saw that the flame was suppressed, so he quickly pumped the bellows twice.

The two of them cooperated very well.

Xie Zhuo carried the backpack over and placed it in the small storeroom, then washed, changed his clothes, and tidied up before going into the kitchen.

"What are you cooking?" Xie Zhuo asked as he moved closer to the pot to take a look. "It smells so good."

"Mixed fried rice," Xu Yan said.

The dishes she is best at cooking since she was a child are mixed fried rice and tomato and egg noodles.

Simple and delicious.

She had steamed the rice in advance. Today the weather was cold, and it cooled down soon after being placed on the table. Worried that the temperature was not low enough, she went outside to scoop up half a basin of cold water from the water tank and put the bowl of rice into the basin to chill it for a while.

Although the effect is small, it’s okay.

After the rice was ready, she calculated the time and diced the carrots, some yam, and spinach for later use.

When Dabao and Xiaobao followed Xiaoshuanzi into the house, they were stopped by her.

Next, with the help of the two boys, she heated the oil in a pan, fried three eggs first, then blanch the cubes she had just cut in hot oil, and finally poured in the dried rice.

When making fried rice, you have to be willing to add oil. The rice tastes better with oil.

Dabao and Xiaobao had never seen this kind of rice before. When Xu Yan started to fry it, they stood up from time to time to look into the pot and then wrinkled their noses.

"It smells so good, Aunt San," said Dabao.

"It smells good, right?" Xu Yan smiled. "Auntie San will serve you two more later. You two have helped Auntie San a lot today."

"Thank you, Third Aunt," Xiao Bao tilted his head and grinned happily at Xu Yan.

Xie Zhuo had never eaten mixed fried rice and had never heard of it before. When he saw that Xu Yan had almost finished cooking and was about to serve it, he hurried over to help.

Afterwards, Xie Zhuo quickly fried two dishes.

After a busy day, the family of four finally had their meal.

"Try it and see if it's delicious," Xu Yan said, "It's the best meal I've ever made."

Upon hearing this, Xie Zhuo immediately lowered his head and took a big bite.

I have to say, Xu Yan’s fried rice is really delicious. The rice grains are loose and taste much better after being coated with oil. The color looks beautiful too.

Dabao and Xiaobao couldn't hold back any longer, and while they were busy eating, they did not forget to praise Xu Yan from time to time.

"You're so sweet," Xu Yan smiled and touched their cheeks, "If it tastes good, eat more."

Xie Zhuo watched her movements, paused for a few seconds, and said casually, "It's delicious. I've never had such a delicious meal since I was a child."

Xu Yan stopped touching Xiaobao's face and turned to look at him.

Xie Zhuo pretended to eat seriously. He picked up a piece of rice with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth. He tilted his head straight, making it convenient for Xu Yan to pinch his face.

It’s a pity that Xu Yan didn’t pinch it.

Xie Zhuo glanced at Xu Yan and saw that she had no intention of taking action. Just as he was about to say something else, his hand on the table was grabbed by Xu Yan and squeezed gently.

He lowered his eyes to look.

Xu Yan's hand squeezed into his palm and then scratched it.

"You have a sweet mouth too."

Xie Zhuo: “…”

Xie Zhuo almost lost his grip on the chopsticks.

The meal didn't take long. When Xie Zhuo finished cleaning the kitchen and took the backpack over, he was met with the two little guys' sparkling starry eyes.

No, it should be three people.

Xu Yan was also surprised.

She picked up a bayberry, stared at it, and took a bite without washing it.

Very sweet, and a little bit sour.

The fruity scent makes the whole mood a little better.

"Where did it come from?" Xu Yan wanted to eat another one, but was stopped by Xie Zhuo.

"I haven't washed them yet." Xie Zhuo took a small porcelain basin, grabbed a few bayberries and threw them in to wash. "I picked them on the mountain this morning."

"Didn't they say that Wang Chao and his men had ruined everything?"

Xu Yan picked out a few colorful ones from the basin, handed them to Dabao and Xiaobao, and put the unwashed hands in their hands into the basin.

"I guess he didn't see the tree," Xie Zhuo thought for a moment and poured some salt into the basin.

Xu Yan paused as he stretched his hand into the basin again.

"What's wrong?" Xie Zhuo looked over after hearing no sound for a long time.

"Ah," Xu Yan responded softly.

"Ah what?" Xie Zhuo did not wipe the water off his hands. He touched Xu Yan's nose, leaving a small round drop of water.

Xu Yan didn't care, he just looked at him, and asked after a few seconds: "Why add salt?"

Xie Zhuo's heart skipped a beat.

Careless.

There was no sign of anything unusual on his face. "Wash it clean with salt."

His tone was too confident, without any guilt at all, which made Xu Yan feel that he was thinking too much.

When washing fruits, especially bayberries, adding salt and soaking them for a while is a common practice in later generations. So when she saw Xie Zhuo pouring salt into the basin just now, her heart unconsciously tightened.

Suddenly, a very ridiculous idea came to my mind.

Could it be that Xie Zhuo has also traveled through time and space in a book?

Otherwise, why doesn’t it match the original text?

But this idea was shattered by her the next moment. No, it was outrageous that she could wear it alone, and how could she wear it in a group?

"My mother used to like washing like this," Xie Zhuo said. "She said it was clean this way."

"Oh," Xu Yan nodded.

Xie Zhuo looked at her a few more times and found that she was a little absent-minded. He wanted to ask something, but Dabao and Xiaobao were frowning because they had eaten the bayberries in the basin and were too salty, so they went to grab some from the basket.

Xie Zhuo quickly poured out the water in the basin, rinsed it several times with clean water, and then used small bowls to fill half a bowl for each of them to eat.

I didn't have the chance to ask the question I wanted to ask because I was interrupted like this.

Liu Mancang and Zhao Jisheng were thinking about going up the mountain, so they hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls of food and ran over, with hunting stuff in their backpacks.

Qingping County has no explicit regulations prohibiting villagers from going up the mountain to hunt.

The Qingshan Production Brigade has always turned a blind eye to this matter. As long as you have the ability and can get in and out, you can go.

The mountainside is too close to human residences, and there is no prey except a few hares and badgers.

If you want to hunt, you have to go deep into the mountains.

But there have been rumors since the older generation that there are wild boars and other big creatures in the deep mountains that most people cannot deal with. They are afraid that they may go in alive but die.

So even if there are no restrictions, few people go into the mountains.

Liu Mancang and Zhao Jisheng had been in there several times, always following Xie Zhuo. They had never encountered any wild boars, but they had caught a lot of rabbits, pheasants, deer and the like.

"Is it dangerous?" Xu Yan couldn't help but frown as he watched Xie Zhuo packing things to take up the mountain.

"Third sister-in-law, you don't know Third Brother's ability," Liu Mancang immediately added after hearing Xu Yan's words, "Third Brother's slingshot is so accurate that he can hit the target even if he doesn't shoot 100 times!"

"You are the only one who is good at learning idioms." Xie Zhuo glanced at him, then looked at Xu Yan, "It's okay, don't go too deep."

Xu Yan’s expression still didn’t look good.

"I came back before lunch," Xie Zhuo said, "I won't stay very late."