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Chapter 47 Difficult Cooking Life

At the village chief's house, Mrs. Lin was really embarrassed when she saw a few packets of snacks on the table. "How can this cost you money? It's not easy for you either."

"No, I didn't even have the chance to thank you for taking me in. If it weren't for you, I don't know where I would be hiding now. This snack is not valuable. Give it to the child." Shen Bingning pushed the snack towards Lin.

, this is said very politely.

She knew that although she was living in this village now, she was a foreigner. Therefore, the village chief wanted Duoduo Bajie, but it was not Bajie. She was sincerely grateful, because they did take him in.

He gave her a place to live.

She took a look at the sky outside and saw that it was already so late. She had to make some bags. If she didn't go there the day after tomorrow, there would be no goods to sell. There were people who had already reserved goods. If she didn't go, there would be no credit.

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"Sister-in-law, I have to leave," she stood up and straightened her clothes until they were all wrinkled into day lilies.

"Why don't you stay for dinner?" Ms. Lin also stood up and wanted to stay for dinner.

"No need, I still have some at home," Shen Bingning shook her head. She also had to learn to use those stoves. She couldn't always eat and drink in other people's homes. That would be so embarrassing.

Mrs. Lin still wanted to keep her food, but Shen Bingning still returned home, but when she returned home, it was deserted and cold, with only a pile of cloths lying on the ground. However, she now looked at these cloths

, it’s like seeing silver, white and fluffy silver.

Going to cook, she rolled up her sleeves and ran into the kitchen. This was easy to say, but it was indeed a bit difficult to do. She just made the fire for a long time. She obviously used the same one as Lin.

Method, but it doesn't work, otherwise it will be destroyed again.

She wiped her face with her hand, and then wiped her face into gray and black. Finally, what is this called? She looked stupidly at the fire burning in the stove. Well, hard work pays off.

No, I finally let her light it.

She added water to the pot, waited for the water to boil, and then washed the rice and cut vegetables. There was basically no technical skill required to do these things. She could cook, but the small stove turned into a big stove, and the small pot turned into a big pot.

, the water boiled quickly. She put the rice in and squatted in front of the stove to warm herself up by the fire. The fire reflected her face, although it was black and gray, but it was very warm. I don't know if it was because of the fire.

It was she who saved her, but she warmed herself.

After opening the pot, there was a very fragrant rice fragrance inside. Although it was a little thicker and a little sticky to the pot, it seemed to be mushy, but this was considered a success. At least it was edible and not unpleasant. She

I am very confident that she will live a good life in this ancient time.

After the rice was ready, she cooked vegetables again, but it was just fried vegetables. The sesame oil used here, otherwise it was lard. In fact, she still likes to eat vegetable oil. However, the living conditions are like this now, and she will have the opportunity in the future.

, she must find a way to get rapeseed oil, and then she can live a good life.

There is just a little bit of salt missing in the green vegetables, but the fried ones seem to be better than her rice porridge. They are not fried and the taste is very good.

She was eating the rice she cooked. Although the taste was a bit worse and not as delicious as the modern ones, it was produced by Shen Bingning, so she ate very deliciously and her stomach was full.

Okay, after eating, she started to work now. She rolled up her sleeves and started to get busy. Today she set a task for herself. She had to make four bags at once, so she stayed busy very late.

How late it was, there was no watch here, so she didn't know, but she squeezed her sore eyes and thought, it might have been two or three o'clock, no wonder she was so tired.

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