It would be the same as when she put it in and when she took it out, always piping hot.
When she wanted to eat it in the future, she could just take out a portion, which was easy and convenient.
If it weren’t for the fact that she didn’t turn on the stove every day and others would notice it, she would have wanted to cook a big pot of rice at a time, then put it in the space, and take it out slowly to eat.
Unfortunately, if there was no smoke in the chimney for several days in a row, even a fool would know that there was a problem.
Although she had to boil water for washing every day, how much water could a person use every day? It was not enough to cover up for a while.
It was even more wasteful to burn firewood as a cover.
So, she planned to make the staple food every day, and for the meat dishes, she could make more at a time.
This way, people would not notice the problem. It could also control the frequency of the meat aroma coming from her house.
The houses in the educated youth point were not only poorly soundproofed, but the smell of cooking could also be smelled from far away, especially the smell of meat being put into the pot.
Although she had fish and meat in her backpack, she did not dare to cook them every day.
She only went to the county town once a month, and the meat she bought was not enough for cooking every day, so except when she entertained guests, she only cooked meat every few days.
But now, she could cook a larger amount at a time and put it in her portable space. She would take it out when she wanted to eat it next time, and the smell would not spread out, which was more convenient to hide from others.
She planned to stew the chicken with wild mushrooms, which she had already soaked. She could put some cabbage cores at the bottom.
She had exchanged some dried mountain products with the aunts in her group before, including dried wild mushrooms, which were very good for stewing chicken.
A chicken, mixed with wild mushrooms and cabbage, was stewed and filled to seven full bowls. There was still some soup base and some meat and vegetables left in the pot.
She put all seven bowls into her portable space. What was left in the pot was enough for her today.
She took out a soup bowl, filled it with two large spoonfuls of rice, pressed it, and then poured all the vegetables and soup in the pot over the rice, soaking the rice completely with the soup.
Yi Qingqing carried her dinner and sat on the threshold of the back door, enjoying the moonlight, listening to the cicadas’ chirping, and admiring her own small yard while eating.
The wild mushrooms, cabbage, and rice were soaked in soup, which was more delicious than chicken and whetted her appetite.
She was busy a little late tonight, but having this bowl of rice now made her relax and feel satisfied.
The other people in the educated youth point had finished their meals early, but someone suddenly smelled the aroma of cooking and wanted to eat another bowl.
They had clearly eaten, but it seemed as if they hadn’t eaten, and their appetite was surging.
“This aroma, no need to think, it must be from Qingqing’s house.” Qian Lailai sniffed.
The big meat eaters in the educated youth point were all around her, Li Mengxue on the left and Yi Qingqing on the right.
She was sandwiched in the middle, often smelling the aroma of meat from the left today and from the right tomorrow.
After smelling it for a long time, she figured out some tricks.
If this aroma was just the aroma of meat, and it made people feel that their stomachs were lacking in oil, then it was made by Li Mengxue.
If the aroma made people feel that taking two breaths of the smell would make the coarse food in the bowl taste better, then it must have been made by Yi Qingqing.
Although she didn’t eat at the moment, the smell made her feel satisfied from her nose to her stomach after taking a deep breath.
It must have been made by Yi Qingqing.
*****
The author has something to say:
—Sugar-Sprinkling Little Theater—
Yun Guyuan: Wife, where is the stool I gave you to sit on? Why are you sitting on the doorstep again?
Yi Qingqing: I have a bowl in my hand, but I’m too lazy to take it. It’s so convenient to sit on the doorstep.
Yun Guyuan: The stool will be unhappy if it is ignored.
Yi Qingqing: If I eat a second late, my stomach will be unhappy.
Yun Guyuan: My wife’s stomach is more important! To hell with the little stool!
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