A Farm Girl Traveling Through Time: Raising a Stunning Husband

Cutting the noodles was easy, and Shen Wu quickly cut out all the noodles.

"I'll help you watch the pot. Add some water to it and boil it. You'll use it to scald the jars later." Gu Zhou came into the kitchen carrying a jar as high as an adult's calf.

"Okay"

Shen Wu had just finished cutting noodles and wanted to check the fire, when Gu Zhou arrived. She took the opportunity to process the bamboo shoots in the basket.

Gu Zhou carried the pot to the stove and added a few more scoops of water into the pot.

Shen Wu found a large bamboo basket for vegetables and took out a few bamboo shoots from the backpack.

"How do we do it?" Gu Zhou came over and asked.

"I can do it alone." Shen Wu took the knife in his hand and cut off the old roots at the bottom of the bamboo shoots with a quick wipe.

The bamboo shoots were actually not very big, but they were definitely bigger than a bowl. Shen Wu wanted to dry them, so he simply cut a cross and split the shoots along the way.

"It will take some time for the water to boil. Let me help you get the bamboo shoots." It's not that Gu Zhou didn't want to help, but there was only one usable knife in the house, so he couldn't help much even if he wanted to.

"Okay...thank you for your help then." Shen Wu threw the cut bamboo shoots into the basket, took the bamboo shoots handed to him, cut the roots, made a cross, and then pulled them apart.

Gu Zhou was standing by to help pass the bamboo shoots and take the cut bamboo shoots.

After they worked for a while, the water in the pot began to bubble. Shen Wu and Gu Zhou stood up at the same time, one went to sleep by the stove, and the other went to the kitchen to wash his hands.

Gu Zhou used a ladle to scoop out the boiling water and poured it into the inside of the jar. Afraid that there were still dead corners, he poured in two more ladles before stopping.

The jars at home are very heavy, perhaps because of their thickness, or perhaps because of the excellent craftsmanship of the makers. Even when boiled in boiling water, there are no cracks on them.

Shen Wu washed her hands and came over to help him turn the jar. Because the boiling water was too hot, the places that were splashed were still hot.

"Have you brushed it?"

"Yeah," Gu Zhou nodded: "I just brushed the yard. It's been there for a long time and there are some dust and spiders in it. It has to be brushed clean."

The two of them worked together to carry the jar to the kitchen door and poured the water in the jar into the yard.

"Are you going to use this to store oil?" Shen Wu was a little skeptical whether this thing could be used to store cooking oil. What was it used to store before?

"Before we bought the small cans, we used this to store oil. Unfortunately, it is too heavy and there is too much oil in it. It is inconvenient to put it all in the kitchen."

"That's right." Shen Wu nodded in agreement. This thing is indeed heavy.

Putting the oil can in the middle of the yard to dry in the sun, she hurried back to the kitchen to wash her hands again.

After drying my hands, I went to the pot that had been boiling for a long time and put the cut noodles in little by little.

While she was busy, Gu Zhou had already washed the basin and brought it over, along with a pair of chopsticks.

"Wait a moment. Although I rolled it thin, there is a lot of dough in it. It will take at least ten minutes." Shen Wu covered the wooden pot.

Gu Zhou held the basin and moved back a little, afraid that it would get in the way. Seeing that there might not be enough firewood in the stove, he threw a few branches of similar thickness into it.

Looking at this, Shen Wu remembered what happened before: "Should we save some firewood for the winter? Although there is enough firewood at home, it is not certain that it will be enough if we burn it to keep warm."

Gu Zhou had naturally thought about this as well: "Don't worry, I'll go look for firewood tomorrow afternoon. It just rained and dry firewood is hard to find, but we can see some on the way to dig bamboo shoots. I'll bundle them up and bring some back first. We'll need big logs for winter, so I'll slowly look for some dry wood in the woods."

The noodles cooked very quickly. Shen Wu did not boil water this time. He stirred the noodles slightly with chopsticks, then scooped some still hot lard into it and stirred it a few times with chopsticks until it felt evenly mixed and no longer sticky.

She did not throw away the soup in the pot, but found a clean bowl to serve it in, so that she could have the original soup with the original food, which was more comfortable to eat.

Gu Zhou brought the noodles to the main room first, and when he came back he saw her washing the pot, and asked in confusion: "Do you want to continue?"

"Please bring this bowl of noodle soup over first. We can drink it when you get tired of it later." He handed the bowl over and said, "You guys eat first. I'll clean the pot and cook the bamboo shoots. It's just right for us to take a break after dinner and then it's almost ready to be served."

Gu Zhou wanted to ask something, but seeing her busy adding clean water, he took the basin and went back to the main room.

"Xiao Wei, come here, let me hold your brother, you eat first." Gu Zhou walked into the house, and Gu Wei was patting her brother's back.

Hearing her brother's voice, she quickly shook her head and waved her hands.

"My little brother is asleep!" she whispered.

"Then you come and eat first! I'll wrap you up." Gu Zhou walked forward, pulled the quilt that was rolled into a ball by the two children in the corner, and wrapped it around the younger brother.

This is the method he learned from his mother to prevent young children from falling. Xiaowei was taken care of in this way when she was a child.

"Brother, I'm going!" Xiaowei's excited voice almost woke up her younger brother, who hurriedly put on his shoes and ran towards the main room.

Gu Zhoucai wanted to remind him, but was afraid of waking up his younger brother, so he shook his head helplessly.

While he was checking his younger brother's safety, Gu Wei ran to the kitchen: "Sister Jiang Yu! Let me get the bowl."

Gu Wei happened to see Shen Wu using a chopping board to cut bamboo shoots. The side of the chopping board that had been used to cut noodles was washed by Shen Wu and turned over. The side that was used to cut vegetables was turned up again for her to process the bamboo shoots.

She looked up in confusion: "Didn't I take the bowl over?" Then she suddenly remembered that she forgot, and hurriedly said: "Xiaowei, please wash your hands and take our bowls over. I forgot."

Gu Wei washed her hands at the door and came over puzzledly: "What are you going to do now!"

“I’m going to make dried bamboo shoots.”

Hearing her words, Gu Wei's bright eyes suddenly dimmed: "Dried bamboo shoots are so disgusting."

"Unpalatable?" Shen Wu was a little confused.

"Yeah!" Gu Wei nodded excitedly: "Dried bamboo shoots are hard to bite!"

So this is what tastes so bad... Shen Wu smiled helplessly: "After they're dried, I'll make you some pickled bamboo shoots when I have time. When the radishes are harvested, we can also dry them, which are delicious too."

"That one tastes even worse," Gu Wei said dryly.

"Why is it not delicious?"

"Dried radish is hard to chew and has no taste." When Gu Wei said this, she thought of the fear of being dominated by dried radish every winter.

“Then I’ll teach you a new way to eat it,” Shen Wu said to Gu Wei as she finished cutting all the bamboo shoots.

The chopped bamboo shoots were placed aside in a basket. After all the bamboo shoots were chopped, Shen Wu moved a basket to the side of the pot.

For convenience, Shen Wu planned to put the food in layers before adding water. As he was putting the food in the pot layer by layer, Gu Zhou came into the kitchen from outside.

He originally wanted to ask her to eat first, but seeing how busy she was, he washed his hands and went over to help chop the bamboo shoots.

"Why are you here? I can do it by myself, you guys eat first." Shen Wu said while his hands did not stop. He quickly took the bamboo shoots and put them in the pot.

Gu Zhou didn't say anything, but silently cooperated with her in chopping bamboo shoots.

Shen Wu sighed, knowing that this child was stubborn and she didn't know how stubborn he could be. She stopped trying to persuade him and let him follow her to work.

The bamboo shoots filled two large pots with some left over, almost overflowing. Shen Wu quickly brought a bucket of water to pour in half a portion in each pot, and one bucket of water was just enough to fill the two pots.

Because bamboo shoots are hard by nature, it doesn't matter if there is less water. The moisture of the bamboo shoots will be released during cooking. She put the last few bamboo shoots on the top and quickly covered the pot.

While she was pouring water, Gu Zhou started a fire. There was enough firewood in the two stoves, and the fire was burning brightly.