Pampering the villain in the fast-moving game

Chapter 166 Young Master Should Drink Medicine 17
Yan Se was not surprised why Jin Musheng knew which box the salt was in. She opened the salt box wrapped in cloth, and happily held it in front of Jin Musheng.

"Look, it's salt!" Yan Se looked smug, and she said that she remembered correctly, "We can use this salt to try first, and tomorrow morning we go to the market to sell dried bamboo shoots?"

Jin Musheng's emotions were unconsciously infected by Yan Se's joy, the sense of expectation of gaining harvest through his own hard work, so that Yan Se, who is pampered no matter in the real world or in the plane world, has passion in his eyes .

Yan Se sat on the side holding the salt.

Watching Jin Musheng re-build the place where the fire started, set up the big pot, put the peeled and washed fresh bamboo shoots into the big pot, pour in salt, cover the pot, and prepare to cook over high heat.

According to Yan Se's knowledge, cooked dried bamboo shoots need to be roasted over charcoal fire, and a hollowed-out iron shelf is needed.

Jin Musheng didn't have a special iron shelf at home, so he made a crude one by himself and tried it first.

Yan Se looked at the bamboo shoots and leaves all over the ground, and thought of the hare in the cage, hugged a little and put it in the cage.

The hare wrinkled his whole face looking at the bamboo shoots and leaves. What is this thing? After eating these rabbit teeth, can it still be there?

It seemed to see itself without the rabbit teeth, and when it went back to see Honghong, Baibai and Xiaohui, and was laughed at by them, the hare felt that its sky had collapsed.

It paralyzed its legs and leaned against the cage.

It looks like a rabbit who has nothing to love about life, and feels that there is no hope for its rabbit life.

On the road of making fresh bamboo shoots into dried bamboo shoots, Jin Musheng didn't let Yan Se participate too much, for fear of staining her clothes or getting her eyes smoked.

Yan Se was also happy to serve him tea and water, took out the snacks prepared by Qingqing and fed them to Jin Musheng, and when he saw that his forehead was sweating, he would immediately wipe it off with his own silk handkerchief.

At this time, I still didn't forget to show the pattern on my silk handkerchief. When Jin Musheng asked "you embroidered it", Yan Se was immediately discouraged. She really didn't have the skills of female celebrities.

After the water for the fresh bamboo shoots boiled, Jin Musheng added salt and cold water and boiled again, this time for a short period of time.

He used a large kitchen utensil to take out the fresh bamboo shoots and drain them, and after a long time, he put them on the homemade tools and smoked them dry with charcoal fire.

Yan Se squatted aside to accompany him, and at the same time, she was a little worried about the failure of making the dried bamboo shoots this time. Fortunately, they tried a small part this time and waited for the later results.

After Jin Musheng put all the dried bamboo shoots on it to smoke, he was a little confused about what to do next.

Yan Se began to think hard, and a flash of inspiration came.

She stepped on Xiao Sui again into the house, and came out with a pair of thick gloves, which she wore to warm her hands in winter.

Fortunately, I saw it when I was looking for salt just now.

Yan Se took Jin Musheng's hand and put the gloves on for him, but her gloves were too small for Jin Musheng's hands.

Jin Musheng took off his gloves and guessed at Yan Se, "Turning bamboo shoots with it?"

Yan Se nodded, and the book said that the dried bamboo shoots should be turned constantly to prevent them from being scorched by the charcoal fire.

After Jin Musheng heard this, he didn't use gloves, and started directly. Yan Se grabbed his hand worriedly, "You are crazy, you just use your hands when it's so hot, don't you want your hands?!"

Jin Musheng looked at her sudden scolding in surprise, blinked his eyes, and said with a smile, "It's okay, I've done a lot of rough work, and my hands are rough."

(End of this chapter)