Is it hot or not? The system felt that she was mocking her and couldn't help but argue, "Content is the king, and post-production is just the icing on the cake!"

"Haha, there are too many high-quality contents buried. Is traffic the most important? "Song Hongguo complained while not forgetting to work.

Find an old double-eared casserole from the box, which is yellowish and has a lid. It is just right to cook millet porridge. Then take out the bowls, chopsticks, eggs, brown sugar and soy sauce and sesame oil. They are placed on the table, and then click the shooting button.

"I thought you forgot." The system reminded quietly, "The movement is more natural, don't have any traces of performance, and don't deliberately show off. I want it to be authentic, do you understand?"

"You still have to say this? Am I an artificial person?" Song Hongguo felt it was unscrupulous, so she took off her military coat, rolled up her sweater sleeves, and went to clean up the coal stove.

The coal stove was not burning well. She took the tongs and poked it from underneath a few times, pulled out a lot of coal ash. Slowly, the flames began to surge up. After touching the water in the aluminum pot, the water was already gentle, so she poured some of it into the pot. She grabbed two small handfuls of rice and washed it. Seeing that the water was quite turbid, she complained to the system when she saw that it was quite turbid, "Look at the millet you sold, it's on the shelves if it doesn't handle it completely? It's really a pitfall!"

"...It's not turbid, it's all good things. Don't you know how to wash your face with rice water?" The system looks like you don't know. "Watting flowers is nutritious and is better than fertilizer."

"Haha, keep blowing!" Song Hongguo took the casserole to the bathroom, turned on the faucet and took a few more times before sat on the stove with confidence.

Ling Zhi kept looking at her, wanting to speak but stopping.

Song Hongguo looked at him with a embarrassed look and asked with a funny look, "What do you want to say?"

Ling Zhi then said in a tangled manner, "You, will you put too much rice?"

"Is it too much?" Song Hongguo also cooked frequently in his previous life, and the ratio of rice to water is still very clear.

"I think there is too much rice. You can eat three meals." Ling Zhi pursed his lips and said, "Now there is a shortage of food everywhere. It is not easy to buy if you have money or tickets, especially for fine grains. You still have to save some... Also, my brother and I can eat coarse grains."

When Song Hongguo heard this, she couldn't help feeling sad, but her tone was smiling relaxed, "Don't worry, I know that I won't be hungry for you and your brother. Also, in the future, our family will only use the same food. I eat dry food, so you two won't drink dilutely. Do you remember?"

"But……"

"No, but!" Song Hongguo touched his head and made a final decision. "Eating and drinking are something that adults should worry about. As for you and your brother, the most important thing now is to take care of your body first."

"……good."

"Get a stool from under the bed, sit by the stove, roast the fire, and stare at the pot and don't let it boil."

"Um."

As he watched, Song Hongguo took a pile of bowls, chopsticks and spoons to the bathroom to clean it up again, and then cleaned up the basin, thermos, and enamel jars. She was actually not used to using other people's. Even if the other person had the same body as her, she felt awkward, but if there was something new at the moment, she had to settle it.

After finishing my work, the pot also boiled, and the yellow millet rolled. Soon, the unique aroma of millet porridge floated in the room, warm and tempting.

Song Hongguo took a deep breath and felt more empty and uncomfortable in her stomach. Ling Zhi was even more distressed than her. Since he went to the M Provincial Farm, he had never eaten fine grains a few times. In addition to sweet potatoes and corn, they were ground with the skin, and they had to be mixed with some straw. Not to mention the taste, it was difficult to swallow if it was rough.

But what about now? The thick millet porridge was bubbling, and the delicate and soft food aroma was like a hook that reached into his stomach. He couldn't stand it. When he saw what Song Hongguo was doing, he widened his eyes and stood up, "You, what are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious to beat eggs?" Song Hongguo originally wanted to cook and save energy, but looking at the sesame oil on the table, she changed her mind and steamed egg custard. It was delicious and tender, and it was best to coax sick children.

Anyway, when she was a child, whenever she was sick, eating a bowl of egg custard was more effective than taking medicine. Oh, and canned yellow peaches, which are the most suitable for getting sick.

"Then there is no need...so much?" Ling Zhi was worried again. Looking at the three broken egg shells, it hurt so much.

"Are we three people? Is there more than one person?" Song Hongguo reminded helplessly, "Have you forgotten again? You and your brother need nutrition now. Only with a good body can you have hope. Don't worry about anything else."

Ling Zhi didn't say anything, but thought in his heart, could he not worry about her life with such a big deal? Especially for him and his younger brother, he couldn't be at ease.

"Host, your cheap son is a bit stingy, it won't affect your motivation to buy, right?" The system was worried about affecting its great cause of upgrading, and complained uneasyly, "Don't men let go of their hands?"

"This is called saving money and being careful in budgeting. Is it a virtue in this era?" Song Hongguo protected her short-term, "Besides, the size of your small grain and oil store, I have to buy something that can arouse my impulse if I want to buy! There is not even shrimp skin!"

Add some shrimp skins to steamed egg custard to make it more delicious and nutritious.

“…”

"Oh, it affects my performance." Song Hongguo continued to despise him.

The system really wanted to say, "You have to be more handsome. Is it that little shrimp skin if you don't perform well?" But he was afraid that she would turn against her face, so he had to say depressedly, "There will be something in the future. What's the shrimp skin? Australian lobsters are not a big problem."

"Okay, then come on and try to evolve from a grain and oil store into a mall as soon as possible."

"..." Shouldn't you work hard to cheer? You will be blamed.

After boiling for half an hour, the millet porridge had become sticky, and the water and rice were mixed together, and there was still a layer of rice oil floating on it. Song Hongguo took the casserole, changed into a double-eared iron pot, poured water, and put the bowl in. The mouth of the bowl was quite large, and the three eggs were diluted with water. She carefully skimmed the foam on the egg liquid with a spoon, and covered it with a flat plate. The steamed egg custard looked good and smooth.

After the water boiled, it would take seven or eight minutes. Once the plate was opened, the fragrance dissipated. Song Hongguo discovered the fragrance of egg custard for the first time. She was so angry that her stomach protested wildly. When she dripped a few more drops of sesame oil, the fragrance would become even more intense and domineering.

The spoon was gently stirred, and the tender tofu-like egg custard shaking trembled, melting in the mouth, and I was so satisfied that I sighed.

"I'm hungry when I watch it." The system's tone was a little excited, "When the video is posted, it should attract a wave of foodie fans, right?"

Song Hongguo ignored it, waved to Ling Zhi over, changed the spoon, dug a bite and handed it to his mouth, "Try it, is it delicious?"

Ling Zhi swallowed the sip of water with difficulty, smelled the tempting fragrance, and opened his mouth hard to control. After eating it, he was reluctant to swallow it. He chewed it carefully, and was greedy for the delicious food. Until many years later, he grew up and egg custard was no longer a rare thing. He still remembered the throbbing and warmth of this moment.

"There is also millet porridge, eat it together." Song Hongguo served him a full bowl, sat with him on the edge of the bed, facing the table, and didn't raise his head.

After a bowl of porridge, the stomach finally felt good. If it was accompanied by some pickles, it would be even more perfect.

"Xiaotiantian, don't forget to order pickles for your grain and oil store. There are no need for too many varieties. Just pickles, pickles, and spicy dumplings. Oh, you also need local braised chili and cucumber sauce, so that's the meal."
Chapter completed!