After the house was purified by Xu Erniang's magic, Xu Yue took out the broom, dustpan, trash can, and bucket from the laboratory, and the three brothers and sisters gave the new home a deep cleaning.
After cleaning and putting the luggage away, it was already completely dark.
There was no oil lamp at home, so Xu Dalang lit a torch and stuck it outside the door frame. The slight cold wind blew the flame, and various black shadows in the house also danced.
If her brothers and sisters weren't at home, Xu Yue felt that she wouldn't have the guts to stay alone in this gloomy house that looked like a haunted house.
Obviously this flickering light and shadow is far less scary than a battlefield with corpses everywhere, but human fear can be so weird sometimes.
The parents haven't come back yet, but the three brothers and sisters are already hungry. Millet porridge is cooking on the small stove, and it's hard to move until the parents come back.
Xu Yue remembered the small gas stove in the small kitchen of the research room, took it out and placed it on the open space in the middle of the room.
Suddenly, he remembered that he had placed a pan under the kitchen counter. The spirit entered the research room and looked for it, and found that it really was there.
Xu Yue also took out the half-eaten box of quick-frozen dumplings, and Xu Dalang and Xu Erniang came closer curiously.
I saw Xu Yue "click", and I don't know what mechanism she pressed, and the strange metal shelf "boomed" ignited with blue flames, which made Xu Erniang gasp in surprise.
"What kind of magic is this?" She looked at Xu Yue in surprise and asked.
Xu Yue put the pan on the gas stove, brushed oil into the pan and said funnyly: "This is not magic, it is a burning gas."
Xu Erniang was even more shocked. Is there such a magical gas?
When the pot heats up, small bubbles of vegetable oil appear in the pot, making a "sizzling" sound.
Seeing that the heat was almost done, Xu Yue put the quick-frozen dumplings in the lunch box down into the pot and flipped them with a small wooden spatula. The dumplings gradually became golden in color.
Soon, the aroma of oil mixed with the smell of meat wafted out. Xu Dalang watched eagerly, his throat moved, and "Gulu" swallowed a large mouthful of saliva.
"What is this?" Xu Erniang asked curiously while holding down her hand that was about to move.
Xu Yue tilted her head and smiled at her: "Dumplings. The chewy dough is stuffed with minced pork and cabbage. It is fried in oil until both sides are golden brown. It becomes a fried dumpling. Take a bite and your lips and teeth will be fragrant."
"Hiss..." Xu Yue said that she was so greedy that she couldn't help but take a sip of saliva.
Xu Erniang remembered that her younger sister had once had a dream, in which she treated her arm as a dumpling and bit into her saliva, and she suddenly understood.
"So these are dumplings. No wonder you are drooling in your dreams."
"Are you ready? Can you eat it?" Xu Erniang asked urgently.
Xu Yue turned the dumplings over again, and when she saw that they were almost done, she put the fried dumplings into a plastic lunch box with a small wooden spatula, turned off the heat, and took the gas stove back.
At this time, there was a noise in the courtyard, and the three brothers and sisters looked over. It was Xu Da and Wang who were back.
Mrs. Wang kicked the door open with her feet, and her hands were full. There were mats and beddings, as well as some daily necessities such as pots and pans.
Xu Da followed behind, carrying a desk on his head, several long wooden boards in each hand, and a box full of new tools on his back.
When Xu Yue saw it, she hurriedly asked Xu Dalang to help pick it up. She put down the fried dumplings and followed her to the yard.
Mrs. Wang moved the things to the west room, and Xu Erniang unloaded the things with her.
Xu Da and Xu Dalang went to the main house of Madein. Xu Yue followed them and saw that there was nothing to help, so she went to take a look at the toolbox that her father had brought back.
There are axes, hammers, pliers, planers, ink fountains, locking plates and other common tools for woodworking.
Xu Da asked Xu Dalang to help him unload the wooden boards and desks to the corner. He turned around and saw his daughter squatting next to the tool box, and explained helplessly:
"Obviously you can ask someone to help you make a ready-made one, but your mother-in-law insists on buying the tools to do it yourself, saying she doesn't like other people's carpentry skills."
"Aniang, do you know how to make furniture?" Xu Yue turned around and looked into the courtyard in surprise. Xu Erniang was scooping out water for Wang to wash her hands and face.
Wang laughed heartily and mocked Xu Da, "Your father thought that he would lose money if he had too much money in his pocket. He didn't even know how outrageous the carpenter's price was."
"The drawings you drew are not common in the first place. It is understandable that people charge a higher price for specially made ones." Xu Da replied not to be outdone.
Mrs. Wang was too lazy to argue with him about something that the two of them had been arguing about without any result. She smiled and said to her daughter who was squatting in front of the toolbox and admiring her:
"Is there anything you want, my dear? As long as it's not too complicated, I'll do it for you."
If you have the materials and tools, you can build a mecha without any problem. But if there is no fuel in this backward ancient world, you may never see it fly in this lifetime.
Thinking of this, Wang was a little disappointed, but she quickly cheered up and said to Xu Dalang and Xu Erniang: "You guys are the same. If you want any furniture, you can tell me."
They are all children and must be treated equally. If one is born, the other two cannot be left behind.
Xu Da lowly sneered: "Don't exhaust yourself to death, and then start assigning me to do work for you..."
Xu Yue watched in amusement as her father retorted quietly, then stood up and said to her mother:
"I haven't figured out what furniture to make yet. Let's eat first. It won't taste good if it doesn't get cold."
Xu Dalang thought of the fragrant fried dumplings and clenched his fists excitedly: "Eat!"
Wang and Xu Da had smelled the unusual fragrance early on, and curiously asked Xu Yue what delicious food she had made.
The family walked into the west room. Millet porridge was warming on the small stove, and a box of fried dumplings was placed on the wooden board next to the stove.
Just by looking at the plastic lunch box, Xu Da knew that it was Xu Yue who took it out from her mysterious space.
Thinking of the Kung Pao Chicken I had last time, I immediately looked forward to the fried dumplings in the lunch box.
Xu Erniang brought over the ceramic bowl and wooden chopsticks newly purchased by Wang. Xu Yue held up the wooden spoon and each filled a bowl of porridge.
There are ten fried dumplings, exactly two for each person.
A family of five gathered in front of the small stove and started eating!
Xu Erniang couldn't wait to take a bite of the fried dumplings, but she was not good at using chopsticks. After trying for a long time, the fried dumplings still stayed in the bowl, feeling anxious and angry.
Seeing that my father and mother had already eaten the fried dumplings in their mouths, with wonderful expressions on their faces, I almost cried.
Xu Da deliberately chewed the dumplings in his mouth to make some noise, and laughed when he saw that Xu Erniang couldn't use the chopsticks clumsily.
It wasn't until Wang slapped him on the back of the head that he suddenly remembered that he was a loving father.
"Come on, come on, daddy will teach you. You see, the way to use chopsticks is not by holding them, but by skill..." Xu Da gave a serious demonstration to Xu Erniang.
Xu Erniang looked at him resentfully and tortured her soul, "Can't daddy feed his daughter a bite first, and then learn from it slowly?"
When she learns how to use chopsticks, the fried dumplings will be completely cold!
