It may be because the conversation with Su Zhaodi last night brought Su Qingfeng deeper insights into this era.
This night, he rarely sleeps.
After tossing and turning all night, in the end, he simply entered the system space again and practiced knife work.
The so-called knife work is not just about cutting raw materials into strips, blocks, silk, dice and grains in a neat and clean manner.
If you want to go further, you should pay attention to the exquisite beauty of dishes.
It's like magnolia, onion, ginger and garlic. After knife processing, they become small snowflakes, ivory, horse teeth and so on.
This is a kind of kung fu, which can not be learned overnight.
Su Qingfeng's only advantage is that he has more raw materials to make than others and more time to practice by relying on the system space.
When he retired from the system space, it was still dark outside, but Su Qingfeng looked at the time on the panel, and it was almost time to get up.
When he came down from the kang, he couldn't help shaking.
It's freezing cold. I don't know what happened to the puppies and the female goats.
The female goat may be better, but the puppies may not be.
He shuffled his shoes and walked into the shed.
The puppies leaned against the ewe, closed their eyes, and slept soundly. They looked childlike. The little puppies even gave people the illusion that a little effort would kill them.
The ewe licks the puppy from time to time, just like treating her own cubs.
Su Qingfeng was relieved.
This is also his first time to keep a dog. He does everything by himself.
Like his previous life, he made food we media, flying around every day, clocking in and exploring various old stores. How could he have the time to raise a dog at home.
He probed the temperature in the shed. It was not low, but it was definitely not high.
If it goes on like this, it will never work.
Su Qingfeng pondered, took advantage of the slack season in winter, took the lobby brother to pick up some grass and firewood.
He milked the goat's milk, then slowly returned to the kitchen and began to heat the goat's milk. When the temperature was almost up, he found that there was no syringe or pacifier at all.
These days, if there is no channel, it is simply a dream to have this thing.
In desperation, Su Qingfeng had to turn over a small wooden spoon from the disorderly prizes in the warehouse.
OK, make do with it.
Although the conditions were simple, the puppies still ate with relish. Their two front paws were lying on Su Qingfeng's wrist, and they could see the pink meat pad.
"Wow, fourth brother, is this the puppy you brought back yesterday?"
Su Qingfeng was shocked coldly. When he looked back, he saw two pairs of curious and excited eyes.
It is Pandi and Laidi.
He was so angry that he broke his head one by one. "It's dark, and you can't walk soundly. Who are you going to frighten?"
The two little girls, covering their foreheads, didn't care, they were still smiling.
Looking at the puppies, Pandi wanted to put her face on.
She held her cheek and said, "Brother, has this puppy got a name?"
Su Qingfeng was speechless for a moment. He looked at the little boy's black appearance, with a few white dots on his body, and pondered for a moment: "Why don't we call him black dots?"
Laidi shook his head first and said seriously, "That's a bad name."
Su Qingfeng was happy. "What's wrong here? Why don't you talk about it?"
"I know I know!" Pandi raised her hand and answered first, "Brother, do you think that if you said that Third Sister was black, would she be sad? Girls want to be white and tender. You always bark with black spots and black spots. The more you bark, the darker the dog will be!"
Xu is to confirm what Pandi said.
As soon as she finished speaking, Lai Di nodded her head.
Su Qingfeng was silent.
Old sister, we mean... Is it possible that this dog... is a male dog?
Looking at the pure eyes of the two sisters, Su Qingfeng finally changed his name.
"Well, it's called Diandian."
The two girls are happy. One mouthful at a time, and they keep shouting.
Even the puppies were impatient and stretched their paws as if they were trying to push these annoying girls aside.
After solving the problem of Puppy, it was almost dark.
At this time, just after the autumn harvest, the family's food is still abundant.
But for an old lady with rich experience in running a family, this does not mean that she can open her stomach to eat.
When the daughter-in-law cooks, she supervises.
Feng Sufen has no place to steal even if she wants to.
However, since Su Qingfeng came to this era, the food conditions at home have really improved.
Su Qingfeng took some pickles, took out three eggs, beat them together and put them into the pot. When the old lady was not paying attention, he put a spoonful of oil into the pot, and the eggs spread out at once. Then he added some pickles to the pot to smell fragrant.
When the little old lady came to her senses and looked at the oil in the pan and the three eggshells, she moved her mouth, but still didn't want to scold her grandson.
Forget it, forget it.
I'm afraid I can't afford to eat just a few eggs?
Our old Su family is now a second-class meritorious family.
The little old lady prepared herself and became calm at once.
Just
When the food was served, Su Qingfeng looked at the fried eggs covered in the bowl, and was puzzled.
"Milk, I've had enough of these. Don't give me any more."
If you put it down again, Su Qingfeng will eat eggs in the whole family, while others will have to eat some pickles.
Hearing her grandson's words, the old lady stopped.
The whole family was eating together, but there was a sound at the door:
"Is Su Qingfeng at home? Is there a letter for you?"
Letter?
Who will deliver the letter to him?
Su Qingfeng was stunned and swallowed the food in his mouth. Then he wrapped himself in a cotton padded jacket, went outside and took the letter from the messenger.
When he saw the sender, he remembered what Li Ran had said in the hospital.
No, why is this girl so solid eyed? Did she really write to him?
Su Qingfeng didn't know what his mood was.
Happy? Excited?
But let's face it, he is not a young man. He is older than this kind of small hand, and will blush when writing letters.
Besides, according to a sentence on Internet surfing in previous lives, one of the three illusions in life is that others like themselves.
Su Qingfeng felt more at ease when he thought about it like this.
The girl was full of food. Even when she met again, she called him "crucian carp soup". It was obvious that she didn't get the hang of it. How could she be ignorant.
It seemed that he was surprised.
Thinking about it, Su Qingfeng silently opened the envelope, pulled out the letter paper inside, and took a newspaper with him.
He found a small horse, pretended to understand something, and looked at the words in it hesitantly
"Hello, Comrade Su Qingfeng! Since we met last time, I have been deeply touched by your deeds, so I wrote this letter... The newspaper in the provincial capital has not been published yet. I will send it to you next time it comes out..."