Quickly wear it with your skills

This knife was sharpened by the scholar's father. She used to use it to pick wild vegetables, so she had to carry it with her this time in case she needed anything. She also put a bag in the basket, so that if she picked too much, she would have something to store it.

After cleaning up, she took out all the food and other things that had been stored in the space, prepared to cook them, and then stored them in the space.

The things stored in the storage compartments are all stationary, which makes it more convenient to store them. It just so happens that Lou Xiao is not at home today, so she has time and doesn't have to worry about him coming back suddenly.

Lan Hanlu made all the rice into rice balls and all the flour into pancakes or steamed buns, mainly because she had too few boxes to store things.

Both steamed buns and dumplings need to have the dough leavened, but pancakes can be left alone. Lan Hanlu was busy with one pot after another, and the last pot had just started to boil.

Lou Xiao brought Li Dong back. Lan Hanlu was busy cooking. When she heard the sound, she just stuck her head out and said something.

"Husband, I'm busy. Please unload the food first and let Li Dong eat some more. My steamed buns are almost ready."

"No need, sister-in-law. Brother Xiao bought me some wontons in the city. I am very full after eating them, but they are definitely not as delicious as your buns." This guy is sweet-mouthed and hardworking.

"Lulu, you go ahead and do your own thing. These pig offal need to be washed in the river, otherwise the smell will be too strong." He unloaded the rest of the things and put them aside.

Li Dong drove the cart to the river again. There was a whole basket of pig offal in the water, and it would take a while to clean it.

Lan Hanlu was afraid that he hadn't cleaned it thoroughly, so she quickly took two basins of wood ash and went to the river, but she wouldn't do it herself.

She will never push away the happiness she deserves. If she doesn't treat herself well, she will be wrong to give her true heart to others. It will never be wrong to give her true heart to herself.

After dinner, Lan Hanlu first covered the buns to be eaten tomorrow and put them in the cupboard, and then started to prepare the braised meat.

There is a pot of fishy-smelling intestines and tripe, and another pot of heart, liver, and lungs. According to the marinade recipe I learned before, the aroma spreads quickly after the pot is boiled.

Even someone as calm as Lou Xiao would occasionally glance into the pot while stoking the fire, but stewed food relies on time. Even if it's cooked, it needs to be left in the braising liquid overnight for the flavor to develop.

The world that Lan Hanlu traveled through had a deeper soul. It could be said that she had a photographic memory. As long as she recalled carefully, she would basically not forget the things she had collected before.

Now I think this is wealth. The things I saved before were gone in an instant, and what is left in the end are the things I studied hard.

Let Lou Xiao put out the fire under the pot, use chopsticks to poke in the pot for a while, then cover the pot again and cover the gap on the side with a towel.

"Okay, let's go back. We can take it out and eat it tomorrow morning. It should smell good." Lan Hanlu said as she took off her apron.

Lou Xiao felt a little disappointed when he saw that he couldn't eat it today. "I'll get you some water to take a bath."

By the time she was done, it was completely dark. Lan Hanlu decided not to embroider anymore; it was too hard on her eyes. She was making money, not her life. She had no capital, and society was strict about women and ordinary people.

Otherwise, any recipe would make money, but there was no rush. She planned to live well in this world, and the time to fill the space would come later. Be safe and don't waste money, otherwise it would easily cost her life.

After washing up, Lan Hanlu sat in front of the dressing table and began to comb her hair. Then she would gather it up a little bit from time to time, otherwise it would be too long and Lou Xiao would easily press it down when she turned over at night.

Lou Xiao finished washing up and came in to make the bed. He was the kind of person who was willing to do things himself and didn't act like a husband. Of course, if he really did that, Lan Hanyue wouldn't indulge him.

After all, if her husband had not lived up to his expectations when he was alive, she could have died half-dead or become a widow directly. You know, she has the ability to do that now.

Lou Xiao, who was making the bed, had no idea that he had escaped a disaster. Lan Hanlu was wearing a light red nightgown, which made her look more beautiful than a flower.

She doesn't like white pajamas. After all, the current style of pajamas combined with that color is really uncomfortable.

Lou Xiao looked at his increasingly charming wife, his delusions stirring in his heart. Lan Hanlu glanced at him and knew what he was thinking.

After all, she is not the girl who really traveled through time for the first time. It is not normal for a proper couple to comfort each other, and Lan Hanlu is not a saint.

(Because I was locked up in a small dark room for more than half a month for my first quick-travel novel, I really don’t dare to write at all. You can imagine it yourself.)

As for the other stuff, at least Lou Xiao is still clean now, so what's wrong with using it? If it's not clean in the future, the worst that can happen is that she won't use it.

The next morning, Lou Xiao quietly got up, washed up, and was about to cook when she saw that both pots in the kitchen were occupied. She didn't know what to do.

To be honest, he was a little afraid to offend his little wife. Although Lulu didn't make a fuss anymore, her frivolous eyes always made him nervous.

He didn't know what he was afraid of, but he didn't want to see her disappointed. Whenever Lulu frowned, he would unconsciously reflect on himself.

After thinking about it, he first cooked some porridge in a clay pot, then started chopping wood. When the porridge in the pot began to boil, he packed up and walked towards the bedroom.

Lan Hanlu had also woken up at this time, but her body, sealed by the quilt, was really unwilling to move. Lou Xiao saw the person surging in the quilt.

The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, "Lulu, do you want to take out the stewed food from the pot? I want to heat up some buns, but I don't have a pot."

Lan Hanlu was not pretentious at all in front of him. It was not that she was relaxed in front of him, but that she did not care about his opinion, so there was no need to pretend at all.

So she rubbed her cheek against the pillow. This pillow was made when she first came here. After all, when the original owner didn't wear it, it was very easy to get a stiff neck when she used that pillow.

Lou Xiao looked at the person with a rosy complexion and misty yet somewhat charming eyes, and then he realized where his previous feelings came from.

This woman seemed to have refined her soul, appearing even more translucent and charming, yet with a sense of indifference. It was as if nothing could pique her interest or keep her.

He was not afraid of disappointing the other person, but he was afraid that after he disappointed her, she would turn around and leave without any reluctance.

"Pick out everything from the pot. Put the broth into two jars so you can use it next time you braise meat. I'll be up in a moment."

Although she said that she would get up right away, her lazy and half-open eyes made her look unbelievable.

Lou Xiao smiled and sat down on the bed, smoothing the hair off her face with his hand. "Don't worry, get some sleep. I'll finish cleaning up and heat up the buns before you get up."