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After putting a few pieces of firewood on the burning cotton stalk,
Gu Nuan stood up,
He clapped his hands and said to the little tail beside him, "Let's go,
Mommy will take you to pick tomatoes. "
"Okay!" Zhou Yiyang replied happily,
She raised a small hand,
And held Gu Nuan's right hand by his side.
Forget it,
If the little guy liked to hold hands, let him hold hands,
She would just wash his hands again later,
Gu Nuan thought,
He held Zhou Yiyang's hand and went to the Zhou Family's private field to pick a few tomatoes,
Several green onions.
On the way back to the kitchen,
Gu Nuan turned to old lady Zhou's room,
He took the jar of white sugar that he could not take to the kitchen.
After washing the tomatoes and onions,
Gu Nuan went around to the stove and took a look,
After adding a few pieces of firewood to it,
He washed his hands and prepared to make the raw material of the pancake.
After pouring some construction powder into a large porcelain bowl, Gu Nuan scooped out half a ladle of boiling water from the hot water pot at the end of the stove,
He added the boiling water to the flour bit by bit,
He used chopsticks to slowly stir the flour into a wavy state without dry flour.
In fact, using boiling water to make the flour would destroy the texture of the flour,
The baked cake was not chewy,
It was very soft,
If it was a young person, he would definitely not be used to it. Gu Nuan chose boiling water and noodles because he considered Zhou Yiyang.
When the flour was cold, Gu Nuan mixed the wavy flour into a smooth dough and let it relax quietly.
Gu Nuan cut the chives into green onions and cut a few tomatoes into small pieces. After putting them on a plate, he sprinkled some white sugar on the tomatoes. After he was done, Gu Nuan scooped up a piece of tomato dipped in white sugar with a spoon and brought it to the little guy's mouth. "Try the tomato mixed with sugar made by mommy."
Although he really wanted to eat the tomato in front of him, the pain of being beaten made Zhou Yiyang forcefully suppress the desire in his heart. He shook his head. "Yangyang is not hungry yet. There is no need to eat it."
The little guy clearly wanted to eat it. How could it — — Suddenly thinking of something, Gu Nuan's eyes turned cold.
She knew why.
In the past, in the Zhou Family, the amount of rations that the original owner and Zhou Yiyang received depended on the mood of Zhao Xiuzhen, who held the wooden bowl in the pot to fill the porridge.
If Zhao Xiuzhen was in a good mood, then she might leave a little more sweet potato porridge for the original owner and Zhou Yiyang to eat. If Zhao Xiuzhen was in a bad mood, then it was not impossible for her not to leave a little bit of sweet potato porridge for the original owner and Zhou Yiyang.
In fact, even if Zhao Xiuzhen occasionally left a little more sweet potato porridge in the pot, the total amount was only half of an adult's appetite. The original owner could not eat her fill and had to give more to Zhou Yiyang.
Although this kind of Zhao Xiuzhen was too much, the original owner could barely endure it.
As long as her son was full, it was fine.
But the sad thing was that sometimes, Zhao Xiuzhen would not leave a little bit of sweet potato porridge for the original owner and Zhou Yiyang.
The original owner could only use the hot water in the pot to clean the pot and then give the rice and sweet potato pieces out of the pot to Zhou Yiyang to fill his stomach.
But it was just a drop in the bucket.
Moreover, she could not count on having enough sweet potato porridge for the next meal to fill her son's stomach. After all, no one knew what Zhao Xiuzhen's mood would be at the next meal.
So she could only take the risk and secretly fish out a little for Zhou Yiyang to eat the next meal.
But it was not easy.
Because every time she cooked, old Madam Zhou arranged for a child to watch over her.
Sometimes it was Zhou Yizhe, sometimes it was Zhou Yilong, and sometimes it was Zhou Rui. In addition to Zhou Yijie who had to study and Zhou Yituo who was still young, the remaining three took turns to watch over the original owner.
In addition to Zhou Yilong who was silly and would not say anything as long as he was given food, the other two, once they found out that the original owner was stealing food, they would run to their parents like a primary school student asking for praise. Then, the original owner and Zhou Yiyang would be beaten.
Although the original owner would use her body to block the stick for Zhou Yiyang every time, but now it seemed that the experience of being beaten had already left a shadow in the little guy's heart.
So, unless she was really hungry, she refused to steal food while cooking.
Gu Nuan made a mental note of the Zhou Family who mistreated the original owner and the little guy for the nth time in his heart. He put the spoon back on the plate and bent down to pick up Zhou Yiyang. He used his free hand to spoon another piece of tomato to Zhou Yiyang's mouth. "Yangyang, if you want to eat, then eat. Mommy won't let them bully you again."
"They will hit Mommy." Zhou Yiyang was still tightly pursing his lips.
"They won't. Mommy promises you."
"Really?"
"Of course it's true. Why would Mommy lie to Yangyang!"
Zhou Yiyang frowned as he looked at Gu Nuan's confident expression for a while. He chose to believe in his mother, whom he relied on the most and who was closest to him. He opened his mouth and sucked on the tomato.
The moment his tongue touched the tomato, a sweet and sour taste immediately pleased Zhou Yiyang. His eyes curved into crescents as he smiled. "It's delicious!
Mommy wants to eat too! "
Gu Nuan, who was about to put down the spoon, paused for a moment before he scooped up a piece of tomato and ate it.
Gu Nuan didn't know if it was because he hadn't eaten normal food in a long time or because the tomato in front of him was really delicious, but he only felt that the sweet and sour taste was really delicious.
Gu Nuan caught a glimpse of the little guy watching from the corner of his eye. After he put the spoon on the plate, he temporarily put the little guy on the ground. He went to the stove and picked up a small stool placed there and brought it to Zhou Yiyang's side. After he let Zhou Yiyang sit down, he turned around and handed the plate of tomatoes to Zhou Yiyang. He said, "Eat a little more if you like, but don't eat too much. Otherwise, Yangyang won't have a stomach to eat when Mommy makes egg pancakes."
Zhou Yiyang nodded seriously. "Okay!"
After he patted the little guy's head, Gu Nuan turned around and divided the prepared dough into several small pieces of dough. He kept one small piece of dough and put the others aside first.
He rolled out the remaining small piece of dough and brushed it with a layer of oil. After he sprinkled salt and chopped chives on it, Gu Nuan rolled it up from top to bottom, pinched it tightly, and coiled it up like a mosquito coil and put it aside.
After he placed the small pieces of dough to one side, Gu Nuan cracked the shells of the three eggs one by one, placed them in a porcelain bowl, and scattered them.
At this time, the sweet potato porridge in the pot was ready. Gu Nuan used a large porcelain bowl to hold the porridge and rinsed the pot with water.
He went to the stove and took out a few pieces of burning firewood. He buried them in the ashes at the bottom and extinguished the fire. Gu Nuan turned back to the dough.
After rolling the coiled dough into a large piece of dough, Gu Nuan brushed the inside of the pot with a layer of oil and put in the raw pancake. He brushed a layer of egg mixture on the surface of the raw pancake and began to bake it with a small fire.