Bai Guiqin was so tired that she was exhausted and sat on the ground.

She pulled her sweaty clothes and kept slapping the wind in.

"Zhiyu, come and scoop a ladle of water for your sister-in-law!"

My sister-in-law is doing these hard work on weekdays, but she didn't expect to suffer so much as grinding pea powder.

Thinking of this, she looked at Hong Qiurong with some guilt and quickly handed her the water sent by Su Zhiyu to her first.

"Sister-in-law, you were all alone in the past years. Thank you for your hard work, so you can drink it first."

"Well, what's the matter? You just drink it, it's so uncomfortable to sweat so much!"

Hong Qiurong didn't care and waved her hands generously without making any conspiracy.

She is a sister-in-law. She can take more burdens as much as she can. The family will not speak two words.

After resting for a while, Hong Qiurong remembered the fact that Su Zhiyu Branch had joined her before going out.

"By the way, Zhiyu, what are you asking your sister-in-law to help?"

If she hadn't looked at the peas with insect eyes in the bamboo basket, she would have almost forgotten this matter!

Su Zhiyu hurriedly came forward, bared his teeth, and shook the bamboo basket in his hand with a smile.

"Fry the five-spice peas for me!"

"fry?"

Hong Qiurong looked stunned.

Fried beans? It's too oily.

She has seen these peas cooked, fried, and grind them into powder, but she has never seen them fried.

Suspicious in her heart, she repeatedly confirmed: "Fry it?"

"What about that?"

Su Zhiyu was a little ashamed, and his sister-in-law probably felt sorry for the oil at home again.

It was not her fault, after all, her family’s previous life was too difficult.

Fortunately, life has improved now.

When Hong Qiurong saw Su Zhiyu staring at her, her honest face turned red and she turned her head away in embarrassment.

"Okay, please help me watch it, I don't know what to blow it up?"

Oil is very expensive, and the fried beans are naturally gold plated, so they cannot be wasted.

Hong Qiurong picked up the peas that had been opened and shook the basket.

“It’s good to drain.”

She flipped the basket a few times and added fire to the mud stove.

Frying things means boiling oil and burning crispy in one breath.

"Guiqin, please help me watch the fire and make a big fire."

"Good!"

Bai Guiqin responded, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then added two more firewood from the stove.

Suddenly, the flames were rising under the stove, and a crackling sound of tearing and tearing silk and tearing silk.

The heat waves gushed along the stove, and the fire flashed, making Bai Guiqin's little face turn redder, as if it was rubbed with rouge.

"Guiqin, your little face is blushing, it's so beautiful!"

While Hong Qiurong was teasing Bai Guiqin, she poured the vegetable oil into the pot.

The oil was put into the hot pan and it was calm and moistened to the bottom of the pan.

Su Zhiyu was stunned when he saw it and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

In ancient times, people were so simple that the rapeseed oil was squeezed out like whatever they were, with fine and mellowness without any impurities.

It’s not like modern, it’s all blended oil, and it’s not delicious at all when cooking.

After sniffing the aroma of vegetable oil in the pot, Su Zhiyu quickly put down her sleeves and avoided them from afar.

The peas will be put into the pot soon, and it will be uncomfortable if they are splashed on them.

After leaving about two meters away, Su Zhiyu felt relieved and tiptoed slightly to the pot.

"It's almost done, sister-in-law, please put peas!"

"good!"

Hong Qiurong responded, picking up the bamboo basket in one hand and holding the lid in the other.

As soon as she shook her hand, the peas rolled down into the pot.
Chapter completed!