At noon, Anjia’s dining table.

"An Ning, is there nothing going on on the mountain?"

An Sancheng asked worriedly, his daughter's idea was very serious, but he didn't believe it that much.

An Ning lowered his head to eat, but he didn't expect An Sancheng to ask again.

An Sancheng had just finished asking, but An Ning hadn't answered yet, so Lin Cuihua became anxious.

"What's going on? What's going on on the mountain? Is there any danger?"

Lin Cuihua's worried and frightened expression made An Ning afraid to tell the truth.

"Mom, there's nothing wrong on the mountain. Look at me, there's not even a scratch from a blade of grass. There's really nothing wrong with me."

An Ning comforted Lin Cuihua, then looked at An Sancheng and said, "Dad, the mountain is quite nice."

"Okay, I'm just asking."

"What are you asking? I'm scared to death."

Lin Cuihua glared at An Sancheng dissatisfiedly, and An Sancheng felt that she was so innocent.

What has he done!

An Ning, who was across from him, lowered his head and used his rice bowl to cover his smile.

After lunch, the sister-in-law cleared away the dishes and Lin Cuihua started to process the meat.

There are two very fat pieces. Lin Cuihua is going to turn them into lard, and the remaining oily residue will be used to make some dumplings for dinner.

Lin Cuihua and her sister-in-law were busy in the kitchen. An Ning took two tools and a long pole and returned to her room to repair the curtains.

An Sancheng and An Guoqing were mixing mud in the yard, building a bathhouse, and making a rabbit nest.

At noon, everyone in Anjia didn't rest, especially when Lin Cuihua was making lard, the smell was really unbearable.

After setting up the curtain rod, I followed the scent to the kitchen.

"Mom, it smells so good."

"It doesn't smell good if it's oily."

Lin Cuihua used a spoon to scoop out the oil in the pot, spoonful by spoonful, and put it into a small dark brown jar.

After the oil cools down, it will turn into a white solid. If you store it in a cool and dry place, you can eat it for a long time.

"come over."

An Ning stepped forward obediently, thinking that Lin Cuihua asked her to work.

"Open your mouth, it's a little hot."

An Ning opened her mouth subconsciously, and Lin Cuihua put a grease in her mouth.

The crispy and fragrant oil smell fills your mouth.

"tasty."

An Ning didn't dare to stand here anymore. Although it was delicious, it was not easy to eat it by the side of the pot.

She turned around and went out to help build the house for a while.

After the time was up, I went to work in the fields again.

An Ning still chose to work in the fields to cultivate his mental strength and prepare to deliver seeds again tonight.

When the work whistle sounded in the evening, An Ning walked faster and arrived at An's yard first.

"An Ning, go and deliver it to your uncle's house."

Lin Cuihua fished something out of the pot, but An Ning only saw it was a little white and didn't recognize it for a moment.

"Hurry up and deliver them to your uncle's house. We can eat dumplings by ourselves when we come back."

dumpling?

In the limited memory of the original owner, he seemed to have eaten it once.

An Ning quickly took the small basin handed over by Lin Cuihua, which was covered with a small curtain.

"Slow down, don't let it go."

An Ning agreed, carried the dumplings out of the door, and walked towards her uncle's house.

Fortunately, after these days, she has figured out where some people live.

"Isn't this peaceful? What are you doing!"

An older woman wanted to stretch her neck out to two meters long, her eyes staring at the basin in An Ning's hand.

"What does this smell like? It's very fragrant. Let Auntie take a look."

After the woman finished speaking, one of her hands was dark, not the kind of tan that was tanned, but the kind that had not been washed, and there was black mud between the nails.

It was the first time An Ning met such a person. She had a serious lack of experience in communicating with people in the interstellar world.

After all, the main purpose of this mission is seeds, and mental strength is the most important.

Without strong enough mental power to transmit the seeds, all other efforts will be in vain.

"No, I'm in a hurry to leave."

An Ning dodged and said his most tactful words.

Unfortunately, the woman opposite didn't give up at all. She took a step forward and said, "Let's go to your uncle's house. I happened to stop by and show my aunt what good stuff it is."

The woman stretched out her hand again, An Ning frowned, dodged again, and Upright An Ning came online.

"I don't want you to see it, I don't want you to touch it, and I don't want you to eat it."

"Did I make it clear this time? Do you understand?"

An Ning's clear black and white eyes stared at the woman motionlessly.

"Okay, I think you probably understand. Goodbye."

An Ning held the dumpling basin and ran smoothly to deliver the dumplings.

The woman who stayed on the spot sighed, spat on the ground and said, "Who cares? Why are you pretending?"

The woman went home angrily, and everyone she saw around her was talking nonsense, and no one paid any attention to her.

The family is lazy, they want to pick up ready-made food all day long, but they actually want to do good things.

An Ning, who had run far away, had already arrived at his uncle's house. He sent the dumplings in and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, take some eggs back."

The auntie looked at the small bowl of white flour dumplings, wondering how she was willing to let An Ning go back empty-handed.

But An Ning didn't want it and ran away after a few steps.

The eldest uncle chased An Ning for two steps, looked at An Ning with a smile at the door and said, "You are so young, I didn't catch up even one step."

An Ning disappeared without a trace and soon arrived home.

"Second brother is back."

"I'm back. I'm exhausted from the day."

An Guoming was washing up in the yard, and An Ning was washing up too, preparing to eat dumplings.

When An Ning came back, Lin Cuihua was still fishing for dumplings. The pot she just cooked was undercooked. When An Ning went to deliver them, she cooked a second pot.

"It's time to eat. The dumplings are delicious when they are warm."

A familiar voice called for dinner, and everyone quickly sat down.

"White flour dumplings? What day is it today?"

An Guoming picked up a dumpling and was blowing on it when he heard Lin Cuihua say: "If you can't stop your mouth from eating the dumplings, eat them quickly. There's so much nonsense."

An Guoming didn't mind at all, he smiled and took a bite of half of the dumpling.

An Ning is used to this kind of atmosphere, and she kind of likes it.

"The wheat ones are made from cabbage oil residue, and the flat dumplings are made from carrots and eggs."

Lin Cuihua thought, since everyone has eaten, let everyone eat.

An Ning curiously looked at the steaming dumplings on the table, with a bowl of garlic sauce in the middle. She first picked up a piece of cabbage and lard.

The cabbage is very bright, the lard residue is very fragrant, the flour is very pure, and the texture is smooth.

In one bite, you can eat all the staple food, vegetables and meat. It is a perfect fusion, simple and beautiful.

During the meal, everyone talked.

I knew that An Guoming had been running outside for a whole day, mainly to observe the situation.

"Second brother, how many more days will it take?"

"Just two or three days, I'll take a look again."

An Ning nodded without asking further questions. Since he let his second brother do it, he believed him.

"An Ning, shake the dumplings."

An Ning glanced at Lin Cuihua and saw Lin Cuihua shaking the dumpling basin on the table. The dumplings inside, which were originally sticky, became a little loose.

An Ning understood and was about to start, but was stopped again.
Chapter completed!