On the Wedding Night In the 80s, the Sweet Wife Has Space

  Chapter 388 I want to go with Momo

   "Grandpa, do you have any extra knives?"

  Hearing what Ling Chuan said, Huang Kailin raised his head and looked at him with a smile, "Why, Xiao Ling, do you want to try it too?"

   "Yes." Ling Chuan nodded.

  Huang Kailin got up and went to find an apron and a knife for Ling Chuan, and showed Ling Chuan a demonstration in slow motion, and then asked him to sit aside and slowly learn to scrape by himself.

  Scraping bamboo strips seems simple, but it is not easy to do in practice.

If the force is too heavy, the bamboo stick will be broken, and if the force is too light, the effect will not be achieved, and the other hand should also pay attention to the method and method when pulling the bamboo stick, otherwise the slender bamboo stick will be caught accidentally. Mitiao cut his finger.

   After scraping off more than a dozen bamboo strips, and several **** cuts on the fingers of his left hand by the bamboo strips, Ling Chuan finally scraped out a qualified bamboo strip.

  The sun shines softly in the yard, bringing a touch of warmth to the winter morning.

  The three men, old, middle-aged and young, are immersed in their own busyness, and the sound of scrapers can be heard one after another, and there is a thriving atmosphere in the warmth.

   Yunmo came down from the stairs and saw such a scene.

   "Momo, are you up? Just in time, why don't you come and see Zhu Mitiao?"

  Yunmo picked up a bamboo stick and looked at it carefully, "It's much better than before, let's make a rice dumpling box and see the effect."

   "Okay, we will start work after breakfast."

  Yun Mo walked up to Ling Chuan, looked at it curiously for a while, and when she turned around to leave, she noticed the blood on the fingers of the man's left hand with sharp eyes.

   "Your fingers are cut."

  Ling Chuan glanced at it, but didn't pay much attention, "It's okay, it will be fine in two days."

  No "If you're not used to this, it's easy to cut your fingers, Momo, there's adhesive tape on the cabinet in my room, go and get it, and wrap Xiaoling's fingers around it."

  After being reminded by Huang Kailin, Yunmo remembered that there was a Band-Aid in her space.

  Backing to the room on the second floor, Yunmo took out a box of band-aids from the space, tore open the package, packed the band-aids in a clean plastic bag, and put the outer box back into the space.

  The outer packaging carton of the band-aid is printed with the brand logo, manufacturer and date, which cannot be shown to others.

   There were 100 band-aids in a box, Yunmo took two and used them, and gave the rest to the Huang family.

  Rural people treat the wounds simply and roughly. If the wound is deep, apply grass ash, and if the wound is shallow, wrap it with adhesive tape or cloth strips.

   It was the first time for the Huang family to see such advanced hemostatic products as Band-Aids.

   "Momo, you are probably quite expensive, you don't need to give us so much, you should keep some for yourself."

   "It's okay, grandpa, I still have a lot of these at home. When you cut your fingers in the future, use this to stick on the wound. It can not only stop bleeding quickly, but also resist bacteria and prevent wound infection and suppuration."

   While speaking, Yunmo walked up to Ling Chuan and carefully wrapped his cut finger with a bandage.

   "Okay, you can continue to do it, I'm going to wash my face."

   "Thank you, wife."

  Yunmo glanced at him, "Be careful, I won't care if you get hurt again."

  Ling Chuan didn't speak, his black eyes looking at her were full of smiles.

  Yunmo ignored the man, turned around and went to the kitchen.

   "Mom, it smells so good, what do you have for breakfast?"

  As soon as she entered the kitchen, Yunmo smelled a strong aroma of wheat, mixed with the aroma of corn, which was very attractive.

  Huang Zhiqiu patted her head affectionately, "You're hungry, I'm steaming corn buns, it will be ready soon, wash your face first, and I'll scoop water for you."

   "Well, thank you, Mom."

  When she knew that she would eat corn buns for breakfast, Yunmo had already prepared that it might not be very tasty.

  When she first married Ling Chuan, Li Li made corn buns, so she stopped talking and choked on her throat. So far, Yunmo has a psychological shadow on coarse grains such as corn.

  But to her surprise, Huang's Steamed Corn Momo was quite delicious.

  The taste is a bit like hair cake, very soft and with a sweet fragrance.

  Yunmo herself likes to study food, and asked about the recipe of this corn bun while eating.

   "This corn flour is sifted, the coarse flour is removed, and only the fine flour is used. White flour and goose eggs are added. The flour is prepared the night before, and the sugar is added before steaming the next morning, and it can be steamed in the pot."

   It turned out that goose eggs were added, no wonder it tastes so delicious.

  After breakfast, Huang Kailin led the Huang family to continue scraping bamboo shreds.

  Scraping bamboo shreds is more difficult and technically demanding than bamboo strips. The width of bamboo strips is about the same as that of Guilin rice noodles, but the thickness of bamboo shreds is about the same as a toothpick.

  Such a thin bamboo thread will break if you are not careful. You have to scrape the surface repeatedly with a knife to make the whole body round and smooth, but it is quite delicate work.

  Even the experienced Huang Kailin had to be careful, not to mention Ling Chuan, who did not scrape a complete bamboo thread for ten minutes.

   Fortunately, he is a calm person. If one is broken, he will replace it with another one and continue, going round and round without giving up.

   After tidying up the kitchen, Liu Zhi and Huang Zhiqiu **** their aprons, picked up a knife and a bamboo board, and scraped bamboo shreds.

  Yunmo taught Huang Qingning the knowledge points of the first year of high school in the room.

   "Yo, are you all busy?"

  A grinning voice broke the silence of the Huang family.

  Huang Kailin raised his eyelids and looked at the smiling second child, and said with a blank expression, "What are you doing here?"

   "Didn't you hear that my niece is back, I'll come and have a look."

  After Huang Jianguo said that, Huang Zhiqiu had no choice but to introduce Ling Chuan aloud.

   "Xiao Ling, this is Momo's second uncle."

   "Second Uncle."

   "You are Xiao Ling. You are indeed handsome and extraordinary. My niece is really lucky."

  Ling Chuan replied indifferently: "Second Uncle has won the prize, and it is my good fortune to marry Momo."

   "Hehe, the people in your city just know how to talk."

   "Second Uncle, I'm telling the truth."

  Huang Jianguo wanted to say something, but Huang Kailin stared back, "So much nonsense, didn't you twist your waist? Go back and rest if you have nothing to do, don't get in the way here."

   "Dad, you are yours, I just want to say a few words to my niece and son-in-law."

   As he spoke, Huang Jianguo found a stool and sat across from Ling Chuan, "Nephew and son-in-law, I heard that you run your own business, what kind of business do you do?"

   "It's not a business, it's just a small business, selling some small commodities at a street stall."

   "How much can you earn a month?"

   "I can't tell, sometimes more and sometimes less."

  Huang Jianguo wanted to continue asking, but Ling Chuan turned to look at Huang Kailin, "Grandpa, is there a blacksmith in town?"

  Huang Kailin was stunned by the question, and Huang Jianjun was the first to speak out, "Xiao Ling, do you want to strike iron?"

   "Well, I want to see it."

  Huang Kailin didn't ask what Ling Chuan was going to do, but turned to tell the boss, "You can go to town with Xiao Ling."

"Row."

  Huang Jianjun readily agreed, but Ling Chuan showed a bit of discomfort on his face.

   "Grandpa, I want to go with Momo."

  Huang’s family: …

   This is the end of the explosion, okay?

  (end of this chapter)