Thanos's biological daughter in period fiction

"It smells so good, brother. My sister must be working on something in the kitchen again. Brother, why don't you go and see her? She's still young, and there are many things she can't handle." The older brother was quite efficient at his work, and he had been sitting down for almost an hour. After working for so long, Xia Qingyan wanted her brother to take a break.

"Okay, I'll go check on her. You can take your time. Dad didn't say how much to make, so let's make as much as we can." Xia Qingshu didn't feel tired, but he was worried about his sister, so he took off his gloves and went to the kitchen.

When he arrived at the kitchen, he saw his little sister setting up a small set of kitchen utensils at the dining table, and the aroma was wafting from that small pot.

The little earthenware pot is still bubbling away, with the flower petals inside rolling around. It looks so beautiful, and smells even better.

"Little sister, what's this? It smells so good!" Afraid that her little sister would burn herself, Xia Qingshu quickly moved her away and started adding things to the pot herself, following her sister's instructions.

"This is milk tea. It's winter now, so hot milk tea is the best. Brother, just add this and some sugar, and it'll be ready to drink." Xia Yutang instructed his brother while drooling over the aroma in the air.

It's been a while since I've had milk tea. This kind of canned milk tea has the strongest aroma when it's freshly brewed, and it's perfect for a snowy winter day.

"Mmm, it smells so good. It smells much better than the kind we took out of the refrigerator before. Little sister, next time you can ask your big brother to do it. You're still too young, and you might get burned if you're not careful." He still couldn't bear to let his little sister do it. Now that she didn't need to go to school, he could accompany her and help her with chores anytime.

"It's alright, this one's small, I can only make one cup at a time, I can manage. Brother, quickly get a cup and pour it for him, it's ready." Xia Yutang didn't seem to care much. She'd made plenty of milk tea during her time in the space. She was quite familiar with it, so she wasn't worried about burning herself.

Watching your older brother pour out a cup of milk tea, you then instruct him to quickly pour out the crumbs and start making a second cup.

All the milk tea ingredients were available in her space. She spent two whole days in the space's warehouse to get them, but her mother was too busy to notice her at all.

As for why she cooked this, that's even easier to explain. All the cooking books in the space are printed in full color. Even if you can't read, you can understand what they mean.

He also placed the book in a very conspicuous place, and brewed 5 cups of milk tea. She put the milk tea she wanted to save for her father and mother on the shelf where time seemed to stand still.

She filled a glass with her own milk tea, asked her brother to help her fill it, and then took it out. He had barely stepped outside when he heard a commotion coming from the storeroom.

It's likely that his father used his mind to store grain in the warehouse. They have a lot of grain in their warehouse, and his parents have already harvested the grain from the fields twice.

She didn't know the exact amount of land there, only that there were vast expanses of golden fields of rice, wheat, sorghum, and corn.

After harvesting one crop, his mother planted another. A rice harvest takes about half a month, and around the same time, corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes are also harvested.

After the corn was dried, it was all ground into cornmeal. The corn husks were all dried in the sun and then bagged up to be used as mats when the siblings had time. These mats could be placed on the roof or used as fuel for a fire.

This time, they added corn cobs when grinding the corn into flour, mainly because they didn't dare to take out high-quality corn flour, as it would arouse suspicion.

Anyone who listens to the radio knows that there is drought here and floods to the south. Although some places are not affected by the disaster, the food produced in those places is just a drop in the bucket.

There's a real food shortage everywhere right now, so it's not surprising that people are grinding corn cobs into cornmeal. With nothing else to eat, they're practically eating corn husks and stalks raw.

The reason we didn't grind the corn husks along with the corn is that it's simply not advisable to mix in too many other ingredients.

To make the cornmeal mixed with corn cobs less coarse, Xia Jixuan ground it several times. Although it still looked rough, Xia Jixuan cooked it once and found it wasn't as hard to swallow as he had imagined.

I also feel that this is more delicate than black flour, and it doesn't have the same harshness on the throat as black flour.

Because this area is largely populated by disaster victims, he prepared a lot of supplies. Fortunately, he had the ability to manage things with his emotions and space, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get so much food.

Moreover, it was efficient to process the grain in the space; he spent almost the entire night sorting it out, clearing out 1 square meters of space in the threshing ground to store the sorted grain, as well as the radishes and cabbages his two sons had prepared.

At first, they planned to weigh them in 5 or 10-jin increments, but later they felt that was too slow, so they simply tied several together. Six radishes weighed about 5 jin.

Actually, they don't sell radishes by the piece here, they sell them by the sack. Of course, many families grow their own, but this year there's no water, so they can't grow any.

Xia Jixuan knew that people didn't have much money these days, so they couldn't buy much. That's why he thought of selling them in 5 or 10-jin increments.

Each bok choy weighs 5 jin (2.5 catties), and they wrap up the rotten leaves as well, then tie them together.

Of course, fearing they might not believe him, he also prepared a scale so he could weigh himself directly on it.

The workload was too heavy; with just a few children, they couldn't do much. Luckily, my two sons were strong and carried large cabbages and radishes all night.

The little girl gathered the cabbage her brother had placed on the straw, then picked up the straw underneath and twisted it. As long as it didn't fall off, she passed the test.

After all, he's just a kid, with small hands and not much strength, so it's normal that he can't tighten it. Therefore, his two older brothers didn't expect him to tighten it too much, as long as the two cabbages didn't fall apart.

The cabbages were placed in those promotional metal baskets in the supermarket, those 1.2m x 1.2m metal baskets, which can actually hold not many, since those cabbages are really too big.

However, the only thing Xia Jixuan could think of was using this kind of thing for convenient storage. Of course, many of them were also stored in burlap sacks, but they didn't have many burlap sacks in their space. They hadn't thought about stockpiling burlap sacks before. In this space, there were special cloth bags that could be used to store rice, flour, and the like.

But the fabric was too good to be taken outside. We brought in the few burlap sacks we had left at home, along with some we had prepared beforehand. But that was only enough for a few sacks; it was far too little for several villages with such a large population.