Quick travel: The poor little thing in the period novel strikes back

Chapter 104 The Hardworking Black Bear Spirit Female Educated Youth in the 6s 7

The sweet potato porridge on the stove was already cooked. Shi Yan didn't take the bowl. She wrapped her hands with a cloth and put the casserole aside. She then scooped up the porridge with a spoon and drank it slowly.

She was enjoying her meal, but the kitchen at the educated youth's site was a mess.

Guan Yao was thinking about the fact that she had just seen Shi Yan cooking porridge in Shi Yan's yard, so she also prepared to cook sweet potato porridge.

Although they didn't have refined grains, she thought it would be almost the same if they cooked with mixed grains.

She measured the amount of rice from each person's grain bag and poured it all into the big iron pot on the stove. Then, seeing that there was not enough water in the pot, she ran to the yard to fetch some water from the well.

But she had never done this kind of work before, her hands were weak, and she couldn't fetch water for a long time.

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan got up and saw Guan Yao fetching water alone, so he hurried forward to help.

"Guan Zhiqing, you want to fetch some water, right? Let me do it. You don't have much strength in your hands, so I'll fetch some water for you."

"Then thank you, Zhang Zhiqing. I will be responsible for cooking for everyone today. I cooked sweet potato porridge and I will make sure everyone has a good breakfast in the morning."

Guan Yao looked so confident that Zhang Fan began to look forward to today's breakfast. He sniffed subconsciously.

At first he did smell a hint of rice, but after a while, the faint aroma was covered up by the overbearing smell of paste.

Zhang Fan didn't stop his hands, but a look of doubt appeared on his face.

"Hey, why do I smell something burnt?"

"Yeah, I think I too..."

Guan Yao responded subconsciously, then realized that there was no water in the pot on the stove.

"Okay, it seems that the water in my pot has dried up. Zhang Zhiqing, please quickly get some water. I need it urgently."

Hearing that the rice was burnt this morning, Zhang Fan became anxious and quickly fetched some water and handed it to Guan Yao. Guan Yao hurriedly ran to the kitchen with the water.

But she ran too fast, tripped, and threw the entire bucket out. The water in the bucket accurately soaked the entire stove and pot.

The firewood under the stove was all wet and emitted thick black smoke, making it impossible for anyone to stand in the kitchen.

Guan Yao walked out of the kitchen in a disheveled state. Seeing the other people at the educated youth site, all of them were looking at the kitchen with serious faces. She felt panicky and tears started to fall like a floodgate.

"What's going on? Is the kitchen on fire?"

Seeing Guan Yao's miserable appearance, Du Li thought that the kitchen was on fire and Guan Yao was busy putting out the fire, which made her so embarrassed.

Guan Yao continued to cry. She didn't dare to tell the truth and could only keep silent.

"Let me go in and take a look. I'm about to start work. I'll make something to eat first, so I won't feel tired when I go to work later."

Zhang Fan felt sorry for Guan Yao crying so pitifully, so he patted Qin Changsheng's shoulder and asked him to go in with him to take a look.

Not long after the two men went in, their faces were all black and gray, and they came out holding a steaming pot.

I saw that although the brown rice in the pot was a little mushy, it should still be edible after being cooked. However, the area under the stove was wet and I had already taken out the wet firewood.

But it was definitely too late to make a fire now. I saw that the educated youth had already woken up, so we went to her yard to borrow a stove and cooked the porridge first.

Zhang Fan's proposal was agreed by everyone, and he hurriedly walked towards Shi Yan with the pot.

Shi Yan was eating porridge with great relish at the moment, and was not paying attention to the movements of the other people at the educated youth point. She used her special ability to check the situation when she heard footsteps. Then she became sickly again. She used to eat with great relish, but now she looked as if she couldn't eat.

"Shi Zhiqing! Shi Zhiqing! Please open the door! Our stove is out. Can I borrow your stove to make some porridge?"

Shi Yan coughed lightly a few times before standing up and opening the door for them.

"Why is the stove out? It's cold now. If I don't light the stove at night, I'll wake up from the cold. This won't do!"

Shi Yan deliberately pretended not to know that fire was extinguished by water. With her personality, she couldn't hurt others casually, but as a warm-hearted and honest person, it was okay for her to care about her comrades who were in the educated youth point.

Sure enough, when she said this, everyone present looked a little embarrassed, especially Guan Yao, whose tears, which she had finally stopped, began to fall again.

But no one cared about Guan Yao at this moment.

Shi Yan's stove was burning brightly. Not long after the big iron pot was put on, the water began to boil. Looking at the carbonized rice in the pot being flipped up along with the bubbles, Shi Yan was once again glad that she had asked for the order yesterday.

Picking up the spoon again, Shi Yan scooped up the porridge and drank it slowly. She knew that many people were staring at her, or more precisely, at the porridge in her bowl.

However, Shi Yan was already accustomed to such gazes. At the end of the world, when order first began to fall, she and Wei Huai were on the run, and ordinary people who were hungry and had no special powers often stared at the dry food in their hands.

It’s just that they were all strangers in the past, but now they are all acquaintances of the original owner.

Listening to the "gurgling" sounds gradually rising in the yard, Shi Yan put down the spoon in her hand, got up and went into the house to get sugar and poured it into the earthenware pot of boiling water, and then took out the enamel cup that Chen Qinghe had used before.

"This porridge will probably take a while to get ready, so you guys should drink some sugar water first."

Shi Yan filled the enamel cup with sugar water and handed it to Fang Ping.

"Drink it quickly, and remember to pass it on to others when you've had enough."

Fang Ping was the first to get the cup. He was so happy that he poured the liquid into his mouth without hesitation.

After Fang Ping started this, everyone stopped being picky and even Chen Qinghe drank from this cup until he was full.

Finally, when it was time to go to work, the educated youth who had to go to the fields still didn't get to drink porridge, not because the porridge was not cooked.

Instead, the grains were mixed with many small stones, and they were black and had a strange smell. Zhang Fan, who was not picky, pinched his nose, took a sip, and finally vomited.

All the people at the educated youth center had left, and Shi Yan sat in the yard to bask in the sun, but she was putting on a full show. Medicine was stewing on the stove, and the aroma of the medicine filled every corner of the educated youth center.

Just at this time, the captain's aunt came with pig feed on her back and two pink little piglets in her arms.

"Shi Zhiqing, my husband, Lao Zhou, has already said that you will be the one raising these two piglets from now on. I'll put them in the pigpen for you. And there will be pig grass delivered to you every day at noon. Remember to chop it up before feeding it to the piglets."

The captain's aunt was still a little reluctant to let go of the cleaned piglet. She kissed it several times as if it were her own baby before putting it into the pigpen.

Shi Yan saw that her aunt was so reluctant to let go and was about to say a few words of comfort, but she didn't expect that her aunt suddenly squatted down, came close to the piglet, and muttered a few words in a low voice.

Shi Yan swore that she didn't eavesdrop on purpose, but the village chief's aunt was so funny. She treated the little piglet like a baby, and then turned around and whispered:

"You must eat well and sleep well. Whether I can eat big fat meat during the New Year next year depends on you."