After Xiaoxiao returned home, she covered the beehive wrapped in cloth with a bamboo basket, and then went to get some cold water to wash the bag on her hand, carefully making sure that the wounds were clean and that there were no bee stings left.

Just like in the memory of the original owner, the wound was only red and swollen for a short while, leaving only a slight itchiness. Xiaoxiao blew on it twice and then jumped to the kitchen as if nothing was wrong.

It was almost time to prepare dinner. She first lit the stove and prepared porridge and steamed buns for the evening. Then she took a still smoking stick from the stove and started smoking the honeycomb.

There are probably some bees left in the hive. In the space, they are in the same "fresh state" as the food. They cannot move or attack. They will be different when they come out. So before taking the honey, she must first interact with these bees. The little guy said goodbye.

At this time, my mother went to do the laundry, my eldest brother helped with the work in the new house next door, and my second brother went to collect firewood. My father had just gone to bed, which was a good time to do something secretly that was not suitable for people to see.

She is now very skilled at collecting everything she encounters, but Xiaoxiao doesn't want to compete with the stingers of bees, so she uses another bamboo basket as a lid to cover the hive. One, after fumigating the bees, stuck a finger through the hole under the bamboo basket.

As soon as her fingertips touched the beehive, she took it away. In this way, only the bees were left in the bamboo basket. Xiaoxiao tied the bamboo basket and put it aside, preparing to find an opportunity to release it - it is not good to rob someone else's home. , you want to take someone else’s life, right?

After doing this, Xiaoxiao took the hive out of the space, prepared a clean kitchen knife and tableware, and started harvesting honey. Harvesting honey is an exciting thing, at least for Xiaoxiao.

As soon as the knife went down, the long-lost sweet fragrance made her salivate. Resisting the desire to take a lick, Xiaoxiao poured the honey into the bowl. The beautiful amber color appeared in her eyes, much like the eyes of the young man next door.

The honeycomb was not too big, and after pouring two bowls, there was no movement. Xiaoxiao put one of the bowls into the space to keep it fresh, and kept the other bowl for eating. Then he took the boiled gauze, wrapped it in the honeycomb and squeezed it hard, and the thick honey was smooth. As she twisted the gauze, it flowed out, and soon another bowl was filled.

She found the largest clay pot at home, washed it, scalded it with boiling water, put the remaining honeycomb residue after squeezing it, and then poured it into a bowl of water to soak. Today's harvest was considered finished.

Looking at the two bowls of fragrant honey on the table, Xiaoxiao narrowed her eyes and was filled with joy.

Before the adults came back, she took a spoonful out of the flour bag, added the sauce she prepared and mixed it evenly. She poured it into the pot and heated it while stirring. When it started to steam, she took the small jar next to the pot.

The jar contains powder she ground from dried shrimps. It is usually used in cooking to enhance the freshness. It is very popular at home. Now when it is added to the noodle sauce and heated, the fresh flavor will spread all over the kitchen. She also Add honey, simmer the sauce until thick, and finally scoop out the bubbling sweet sauce.

Some of it was put into earthen jars for seasoning at home, and some of it was carefully put into the most beautiful little jars at home, and then she put them on the shelf to wait for them to cool.

While waiting, the porridge in the pot had begun to roll. Xiaoxiao glanced at the door guiltily to make sure no one was there. Then she quickly took out the eggs from the space and scattered them into the porridge. She also sprinkled some chopped wild vegetables and mushrooms. mushroom.

The porridge was just suffocating, so she dug out a few sweet potatoes from the grain bag in the corner of the kitchen, peeled them and cut them into pieces in an underwater pot, making a simple version of shredded sweet potatoes.

There is no oil at home, and the honey used is original ecology. It is impossible to make it as clear, beautiful and stringy as before. Fortunately, the wild honey is fragrant and mellow, and the taste is not ambiguous at all. As soon as it is made, she Couldn't help but eat two pieces.

"Okay, sister, eat it secretly!"

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