Chapter 142

"It's a success!" Bai Qingqing is ecstatic. He looks up at Curtis and turns his head to Parker. "Parker, come and see Lying trough! "

In the room, the fire was so bright that it was half full of flames, and the stove and pot were looming.

"Parker, are you going to burn the house?!" Bai Qingqing roars.

Parker was putting firewood in the fire and threw it behind him.

"Come on, let's see. We made it." Bai Qingqing beckons to Parker.

Parke took a breath of relief, got up immediately and walked over. He raised his eyes and looked at Curtis.

Curtis also looked at Parker coldly, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, which was full of disdain.

Don't hide your tail behind you if you have the ability.

Bai Qingqing was so excited that she didn't find the surging tide between them. She asked Parker, "how are you? Isn't it great? "

"Mmhmm." Parker nodded, then looked straight at the grindstone, his face showing surprise.

He put his hand into the rice paste and twisted his fingers. "Is this really rice? Rice won't get stuck in a rock, will it? It's just water for rice. "

Bai Qingqing was questioned and didn't care. He said with a smile: "no, the crack is so small. Don't touch it. Your hands are so dirty. "

Bai Qingqing slapped Parker on his little arm.

Parker drew back his hand and thought what Bai Qingqing said was reasonable. He asked, "are you going to make steamed rice? Do you steam this water into a solid like egg liquid? "

"You know how to steam eggs." Bai Qingqing chuckled and said, "it's not the same. There are many ways to make rice noodles."

Just let Parker and Curtis play in her world. Their reaction must be super fun.

It was not long before a bamboo tube of rice was ground. Considering that rice pulp is not easy to dry in rainy season, Bai Qingqing did not grind it again.

After the rice paste precipitated, there was a layer of clear water floating on it. Bai Qingqing poured out the layer of water on it, then mixed the rice paste, and fried the rice cakes with the pot cover.

When the stone pot was opened, the smell of fish and shrimp wafted out. Bai Qingqing looked at it and said, "Parker, you've steamed so well this time. It seems that you'll have to steam in a big fire later."

"Ah?" Parker caught a fish and ate it. It was really more delicious. The fish was incredibly tender.

Before a fish was finished, Parker put his hand into the pot again.

Bai Qingqing hurriedly took a bowl of chopsticks, filled a bowl with fish and shrimp, and said to Curtis, "this is the food we made before. You haven't eaten it yet. Try it."

"Good." Curtis swayed the snake's tail to Bai Qingqing, who was afraid that Curtis would be stuck by a fishbone. He caught a river shrimp and blew it to Curtis's mouth.

Curtis did not hesitate to open his mouth.

"How is it?" Bai Qingqing looks forward to Curtis.

"Not bad." Curtis said, seeing a slight disappointment in Bai Qingqing's eyes, he added: "it's better than barbecue. I seldom eat delicious food. I like it very much."

This shrimp is not as bad as barbecue at least. He really likes it. After all, he seldom tastes good. But he still felt satisfied with swallowing the whole prey.

Bai Qingqing smiled and put the bowl into Curtis's face. "Then you can eat it."

Parker watched a bowl of food fall into the hands of the snake beast. He regretted not falling. He knew he would not make such a big fire.

The rice flour on the cover of the pot is visible to the naked eye. Bai Qingqing turns it over with chopsticks. The rice flour is too tender, and it will be rotten if he moves it. He turns it over only when he divides it into many pieces.