Siheyuan starts from the acquisition of god-level cooking skills

Chapter 222

In the courtyard, in the cellar.

The stick was really exhausted, he was hungry and tired and couldn't bear it any longer, suppressing his nausea, he directly wiped the raw potato with mud on it with his sleeve, and then bit down.

"vomit!"

Raw potatoes are not tasty, and there is still a bit of dirt on the potato skins that have not been wiped clean. After taking a bite, he almost vomited.

However, he still suppressed the feeling of vomiting and swallowed it directly, because he knew that only when he was full could he have the strength to live.

In this way, Bang Geng ate the raw potatoes bite by bite with difficulty, and finally felt that he had come back to life.

After eating two raw potatoes in a row, even though he was still very hungry, he couldn't eat any more.

After a while, feeling that his physical strength had recovered, he was ready to continue knocking on the door, hoping that someone would hear him and open the door for him to go out.

However, at this moment, it seemed that it was bad luck for the stick himself, the old Wangtou started work with his apprentices, the sound of the decoration was very noisy, and the sound of the stick banging on the door was stopped immediately.

After a while, it became a little quieter outside. Sticking to his chance, he slammed on the heavy solid wood door.

However, no matter how hard he tried, in the middle courtyard, Da Ma and Qin Huairu heard the sound in the room, but they thought it was the sound made by He Yuzhu's home decoration, so they simply ignored it.

In this way, from morning to noon, from noon to afternoon, until He Yuzhu came back from get off work in the afternoon, the stick was still locked in the cellar.

Pushing the bicycle, He Yuzhu saw that the cellar door was still locked the same as he had in the morning just as he walked to the middle courtyard. He thought to himself: "Bill, this little white-eyed wolf is still in the cellar, right?"

He checked it with his portable space, and sure enough, as he expected, the stick was still behind the wooden door of the cellar, his body curled up, shivering from the cold.

The new year has just ended, and today is only the twelfth day of the first lunar month. Strictly speaking, winter has not passed yet, and it is already cold.

In addition, the cellar was originally used to store vegetables and other things, so the temperature would naturally not be high.

Speaking of which, even if it was warmer inside than outside, it would not be much warmer.

"Hehe, this kid is really unlucky. I thought he would be released at noon at the latest. It seems that no one will go to the cellar to get things at noon today!"

Thinking of this, He Yuzhu didn't hesitate. After pushing the bicycle home, he pretended to go to the cellar to get some vegetables.

After opening the door, he watched the stick curled up into a ball, shivering, even though it was nearly a meter away, he could still hear the clinking of the stick's teeth.

"Stick? Why are you in the cellar?"

He Yuzhu pretended to be very surprised and asked loudly.

"It's...well, finally...finally...someone is here." The stick was trembling, and tears were streaming down.

Seeing that he was motionless, probably frozen, He Yuzhu hurriedly asked, "Are you alright, boy?"

As he spoke, he picked up the stick and headed towards Jia's house with it.

"Qin Huairu, Qin Huairu, come out and have a look, your stick is frozen in the cellar like this, take him back to the house!"

Putting it at the door of Jia's house, He Yuzhu yelled into the house again, then turned around and left.

He just wanted to teach Bang Giao a lesson, but he didn't really want to kill him, otherwise, at most, tonight, even if he didn't starve to death, he would freeze to death in the cellar.

Inside Jia's house, Qin Huairu heard He Yuzhu calling her, and said that the stick was about to freeze to death, so he hurriedly opened the door and came out.

When she saw the appearance of Banggen struggling to get up, tears came down all at once. At this moment, Banggen was dirty, pale, and his lips were livid from the cold. He looked like a little beggar.

"Bang, how did you become like this?"

Qin Huairu rushed over quickly, holding the stick and crying loudly.

"Cold, mom, I'm cold!"

The stick was talking intermittently with great difficulty, his teeth were still clinking, it was because he was frozen.

Qin Huairu originally wanted to ask He Yuzhu clearly, she really wanted to know what happened to the stick.

But seeing BangGong's miserable appearance, he didn't care about anything else, so he quickly picked up BangGong with one hand and went into the house.

As soon as he entered the room, the stick felt a warmth, and then he kept sneezing.

Seeing this, Qin Huairu hurriedly found a quilt to wrap the stick, and then quickly poured hot water. After a brief test, it was not too hot, so she quickly took it and fed it to her son.

After taking a sip of hot water, the stick felt like he was alive again.

Seeing that his face had recovered a little bit, Qin Huairu felt distressed and sad. She quickly called hot water and soaked it with a handkerchief, then quickly took off the stick's shoes and socks, and then directly covered him with the hot handkerchief. up.

The old man often said that the cold comes from the feet, as long as the feet are warm, the body will not feel cold, so Qin Huairu hastened to apply a hot handkerchief to the stick.

Sure enough, after applying the hot handkerchief a few times, the trembling of Banggen's body stopped, except for the still slightly blue lips, everything else was much better.

After some care, the stick has almost recovered, Qin Huairu hurriedly asked: "I just heard from silly Zhu that you were frozen like this in the cellar?"

"I was so hungry in the morning, so I wanted to go to the cellar to get something to eat, but I didn't expect some bastard, wicked thing to lock the cellar door.

I knocked on the door all day and yelled for a long time, but no one heard me, and no one came to get things from the cellar, so I had to stay in it all the time!

Silly Zhu should have gone to get something from the cellar just now, that's why he found me. "The stick explained angrily.

Hearing this, Qin Huairu immediately understood, probably because Banggen didn't eat anything last night, so he was so hungry that he went to the cellar to steal something to eat.

It's just that he didn't expect that someone would find out and lock him inside.

After thinking about it, she quickly asked, "Are you sure someone locked you inside?"

Hearing this, Bang Geng also thought about it, and then whispered: "I'm not sure, I didn't hear footsteps in the morning, only the sound of the door lock!
Mom, get me something to eat, I'm so hungry! "

With that said, the feeling of hunger came again.

"Okay, okay, wait, then I'll get you a bowl of porridge that I just made!"

Seeing that he was not sure, Qin Huairu didn't think too much, and quickly got up to make porridge for him.

Soon, the porridge came, besides that, Qin Huairu also brought over a steamed bun.

As soon as he took the stick, he couldn't wait to put it in his mouth, almost being burnt stupid.

However, in normal times, I'm afraid he would be angry, but now, he didn't care whether it was hot or not, and he quickly ate the porridge and steamed buns together like a starving ghost.

"call!"

He let out a long breath, and he really felt that he had come back to life. He cried, "Mom, I've been calling and knocking on the door all day. Why don't you go to the cellar to have a look? If it’s later, I’m afraid I won’t starve to death, and I’ll freeze to death in it!”

Qin Huairu hugged the stick in distress, and started to cry too. Can she say that she did hear the sound today, but did she think it was the sound made by the decoration of Shazhu's house?
After a while, Qin Huairu came to her senses, and she asked again: "Banggan, can you be sure if someone locked it inside on purpose?"

(End of this chapter)