A Farm Girl Traveling Through Time: Raising a Stunning Husband

Since it had already been sent out, she simply left it alone. There was enough filling anyway, so she just made it all into pancakes...

Shen Wu felt that he might have fermented too much dough for making buns. Now, whenever he was kneading the dough, he would subconsciously put in more and always felt that there was not enough dough.

She was helpless... Fortunately the weather was cool, otherwise it would be difficult to put it away.

Continuing to wrap the rest, Shen Wu looked up while wrapping the pancakes to check on his younger brother's actions. Fortunately, he didn't want to come out again.

After wrapping up the rest, Shen Wu took out the dough and rolled out the pancakes. She discovered something else...it seemed like the filling was just right...but there was too much flour.

She sighed, feeling helpless about herself. It didn't matter if it was too much. She would wrap the stuffing first and use the remaining dough to make pancakes. It was cold anyway, so she could put them in a cool place. When she needed to eat them, she could just stir-fry them and eat them with other dishes.

She estimated the remaining filling and rolled out ten palm-sized pancakes, which she then filled with scallion oil filling.

After wrapping the last one, she followed the habit she learned from her grandmother and wiped the basin with a piece of dough. Then she used the dough to wrap the shepherd's purse filling.

Shepherd's purse looked plentiful, but fresh vegetables took up a lot of space, and once cooked, it would take up half as much space. So she stuffed four spoonfuls of it into the pancake and pressed it tightly, then wrapped it up, pulled off the top and pressed it into a pancake.

I just finished wrapping the remaining cakes and all the shepherd's purse in the pot.

Shen Wu mixed the pinched dough together, took a slightly smaller one and rolled it very thin, then used the pancake to wipe the shepherd's purse basin, and wrapped it up in the same way, but this time he didn't pinch it, but made it into a pancake and put it aside.

Shen Wu took out all the remaining dough and did not roll it out by hand. Instead, he used his palms to press it, pressing each one into a similar thickness.

As she was doing that, she heard the sound of stepping on water outside. She looked up and saw Gu Zhou standing at the kitchen door. The sun had just risen outside and a golden light was bursting outside the kitchen.

Shen Wu was stunned for a moment, "You're up?"

Gu Zhou almost slipped on the wet mud on the ground, and walked into the kitchen holding on to the wall: "Why are you awake so early? You don't have to go out to the stall today."

He saw her using her feet to hold down her restless little brother while cooking, and subconsciously went over to help hold down the bamboo chair.

Shen Wu retracted her feet and finally no longer had to stand in such a strange posture. If she stood any longer she was afraid she might get cramps.

"I'm awake and there's nothing to do, so I might as well make breakfast." Shen Wu pressed the dough in his hand into a pancake, pushed it aside, and took another one to press.

"I...I'll help you!" Gu Zhou wanted to help her, and just as he was about to pick up his younger brother and put him aside, he heard her say, "There's no need to do anything. You...you might as well help me light the fire. I want to make pancakes on a low heat. Boil some hot water on the other stove, and we'll cook some millet and rice porridge."

After listening to this, Gu Zhou stood up and said, "I'll go get the mortar and rice!"

"No hurry..." Shen Wu didn't finish his words. Gu Zhou pushed his younger brother aside, walked out of the door and went to the main room.

This kid is really quick to act... Shen Wu sighed as he pressed the last pancake, "He goes just after I said that. He's really quick."

After she finished the last one, she brushed off the flour on her hands, took the bamboo basket aside, and placed the cakes on it one by one.

She asked Gu Zhou about this thing and learned that it was used to dry radishes, so she scalded it in boiling water and used it to make buns, cakes, hand-rolled noodles, etc.

Thinking of this, I have to dig up all the radishes before the snow falls in winter this year, and then keep the ones that can be stored, and dry the rest into dried radishes!

She really likes to eat this in modern times. She just washes it, squeezes out the water, and stir-fries it with lard. It tastes delicious no matter what she eats with it. She can eat several bowls of rice every time.

Gu Zhou grabbed a handful of rice and a handful of millet and put them in the stone mortar. He held on to the wall and went to the kitchen again. He could not imagine how she found out that there was millet in the house...

The millet at home was bought by my mother from selling her embroidery before she passed away. Because she was reluctant to eat it, she kept it in a cool jar. In order to provide more nutrition for them, I always mixed it with millet flour to make soup for them.

"I brought the things..." Gu Zhou walked into the kitchen, paused and asked her, "How did you know there was Xiaomi at home?"

Shen Wu was using a tinder to start a fire. When he heard him ask this, he lit the hay without turning his head and replied, "I was curious and turned over the jar under the table in the main room. I didn't expect there was millet inside. I think it's almost gone bad. If I don't eat it, it will be infested with worms."

Indeed... Since she woke up and took over the family's meals, Gu Zhou has never taken the initiative to touch the millet jar. The main reason is that the rice in the jar is hard to come by, and he will not touch half of it.

"This...rice is really going bad. If you hadn't told me this, I would have forgotten about it." Gu Zhou felt a little uncomfortable. He felt sorry for his mother. Before she left, she told him to take care of his younger sister and brother. He...did he even forget to feed his younger sister and brother?

He turned the stone pestle, feeling guilty and wanting to scold himself for how he behaved as a brother.

Shen Wu lit up both stoves, scooped eight or nine scoops of water into them, and boiled more, just enough for drinking or washing face.

"What's wrong with you?" Shen Wu closed the lid and put lard into another pan for making vegetable pancakes. When he turned around, he saw Gu Zhou's face full of regret.

She was a little panicked. Could it be that this millet was not edible? Shen Wu quickly suppressed the hand of the rebellious younger brother, looked up and asked him: "What's wrong? This millet is not edible?"

"No...no." Gu Zhou pressed the rice grains in the mortar hard: "I remembered what happened before, and I have to thank you, otherwise I would almost forget about this millet."

Shen Wu just thought he was weird. What was the connection between this and his regretful expression? Everyone had things they didn't want to talk about, so she wouldn't ask.

"This is edible." The rice grains in the stone mortar that Gu Zhou pressed made a crackling sound and were broken into small pieces in a few seconds.

Gu Zhou saw that what she had done was almost the same as before, so she stopped and put it aside.

Shen Wu washed her hands and wiped them with the cloth on the wall. The pot was just hot enough to smoke, so she took the bamboo basket and threw three or four pancakes into it.

As the palm-sized pancake touches the oiled pan, it makes a crackling sound and smells fragrant.

Gu Zhou moved his younger brother, who was stretching his head to look, forward and watched her cook.

Shen Wu put the dough into the pot and looked at the fire in the stove. It was indeed medium heat, so he covered the lid and estimated the time.

She can turn it over in about three or four minutes, because there is a lot of filling and the skin is soft and thin enough, so it takes very long to cook one side.

Shen Wu listened to the sound of steam falling onto the dough because the pot was covered. She estimated the time based on the size of the crackling sound.

When it is at its largest, it means there is enough steam; if it is a little smaller, you can lift the lid and turn it over.

She was a little worried that the food might get burnt, so she opened the lid in advance.

It's just right!

The part of the flour that was turned over was hard and golden, with a beautiful pattern on the surface. Looking at it, Shen Wu felt as if he could eat ten pots of it.