The daily garden of rebirth

Gu Zhili was praised by Tang Qianhe, he raised his head, his big eyes were full of light: "Really?" Ever since his parents passed away, no one has ever said he was amazing.

Tang Qian nodded, "Really."

"Hey hey." Gu Zhili was very happy, and then he turned his eyes to the happy little brother who was kicking his calves in Tang Qianhe's arms.

Stretching out his hand to touch his younger brother's fleshy cheek, Gu Zhili withdrew his hand, and then turned his eyes back to Tang Qianhe's body, his big eyes stared round, hesitant to speak.

Tang Qianhe was a little puzzled by the child's appearance, then smiled gently and asked, "What's wrong?"

Stretching out his hand and scratching his head, Gu Zhili said awkwardly: "Well, what is the rice cereal that big brother just mentioned, is it delicious?"

He is really curious about that food that he has never heard of.

Although Gu Zhaoyang shouldered the responsibility of taking care of his two younger brothers by himself after his parents passed away, he was still a child after all. Although he knew how to cook, the taste was not very good. It's hard work, not noisy, but as a five or six-year-old child, I still like to eat delicious food.

"Huh?" Tang Qianhe didn't expect the child in front of him to ask such a question, hesitated for a while, and then said, "It's delicious."

The reason for adding 'bar' is because he himself has never touched children's food such as rice cereal since he can remember, but he has seen the recipe and smelled it, it is very fragrant, so he instinctively felt that it should be good.

"Big brother can do it, right?" Gu Zhili's eyes continued to brighten, and then he swallowed. In fact, he didn't have breakfast when he woke up this morning.

Hearing this, Tang Qianhe understood what the child in front of him was thinking. He made such a big circle because he wanted to make rice porridge for himself, and the smile on his face got bigger.

"Well, I will do it, do you want to eat?"

Gu Zhili nodded, and then remembered that the big brother in front of him hadn't healed yet, frowned again, and said in a crisp voice, "But, big brother, your wound hasn't healed yet..."

Tang Qianhe reached out and touched Gu Zhili's head, and said with a smile, "My injury is almost healed, so it won't be a big deal if I cook something to eat."

After speaking, Tang Qianhe put the little baby who was playing very happily in his arms on the bed, probably because he felt that the big brother who was hugging him gently just now did not hug him anymore, so the little baby pursed his mouth slightly and his face wrinkled Wrinkled, she cried again, her eyes widened, and her little hands held onto Tang Qianhe's clothes tightly.

Tang Qianhe patted the baby's lotus root arm patiently, coaxed in a low voice, then lowered his head and kissed the other's tender cheek, seeing the baby smiling through tears, he stood up straight and gave up his position To the child who has been staying at the side all the time, he said in a gentle voice: "You play with him here, if he cries, you can pat his arm or back and coax him in a low voice."

Gu Zhili nodded vigorously, his eyes opened wide and bright, "I know, big brother."

Tang Qianhe looked at a child and a baby in front of him, and felt unprecedented peace in his heart. He actually liked the child very much, but it was a pity that he could not have a child of his own until he died.

Fortunately, God felt that he had done a good thing and gave him a chance to start again. Although the world was no longer the one he was familiar with, Tang Qianhe felt happier.

Tang Qian and his parents in the previous life were united because of interests. They divorced shortly after giving birth to him, and then married each other. Soon after, they both had their own children. The mother gave birth to a pair of dragon and phoenix twins, and the father gave birth again He is a son, and he lives with his grandfather. Although his grandfather loves him, he is still missing a little bit. After all, father's love and mother's love are always different.

When Tang Qianhe was young, the favorite thing to do was to stay at the door of the house and wait for his mother to come back, but his mother never gave him a gentle smile. Later, when he grew up, he gradually stopped looking forward to it, and his two younger siblings also Gradually growing up, seeing him became less and less pleasing to the eye, and felt that he hindered them——

Because his grandfather likes him, but not his younger siblings, and has made it clear that he will hand over his company to him when he dies.

Tang Qianhe knew that this was the reason. His mother, and even his younger siblings regarded him as someone who hindered him from getting rich, and his father had taken his family away from City A long before his death. , have never seen each other again.

With a self-deprecating smile, Tang Qianhe withdrew his thoughts and vowed that from now on, those terrible things will be over. The former Tang Qianhe is dead, and the one who is alive now is a brand new Tang Qianhe who awakened in ancient times .

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Tang Qianhe walked to the room near the stove, only to realize that it was originally a kitchen, but after the stove was built outside, it was used as a storage room.

After searching for a long time, I found the rice vat near the corner. Tang Qianhe walked towards the rice vat, opened the lid, and saw that there was only enough rice for two children for three or four days. His brows frowned. .

Although he knew that the parents of the Gu family brothers had passed away due to an accident, but seeing the three children who were only so young but faced with a difficult life but still insisted on Lotte, he didn't know what to do, and was very sad.

With a sigh, Tang Qianhe collected his mood, bent down, scooped up some rice, put it into the big bowl he found just now, and put the lid on the rice jar again, and only then did he hold a small half bowl of rice , put it on the table, thought for a while, went into the space and took some spring water out to soak the rice.

Tang Qianhe remembered that before making rice porridge, the rice should be washed with clean water and then soaked for two to three hours, but he looked at the small amount of rice in the bowl and thought about it, thinking that soaking for one hour should be enough.

During the hour of soaking the rice, Tang Qianhe thought that he had nothing to do and that his health was almost in good condition, so he washed the used dishes that had been placed on the table, and tidied up this storage room It was also a dining room, and he didn't stop until it was almost clean and tidy.

Sitting down on the long wooden bench, Tang Qianhe wiped his forehead and cheeks with his hands, looking very satisfied at the clean and tidy room.

After resting for a while, Tang Qianhe roughly calculated the time in his mind, and felt that the rice should have been soaked for enough time before standing up, then picked up the small wooden stick for rolling noodles that he saw when he was tidying up, and soaked the rice just now Pour the water into another bowl, and then take a small wooden stick to crush the soaked soft rice little by little.

Because there is no filter, Tang Qianhe can only filter it manually. Fortunately, the scum is not too much, so after a few simple repetitions, it is almost the same.

After finishing all this, Tang Qianhe came to the stove with the cleaned rice noodles, and immediately, he found that he couldn't make a fire——

In ancient times, there were no tools such as lighters or matches, so Tang Qianhe couldn't light a fire at all. He frowned and looked at the woodpile, but he couldn't think of a way to start a fire.

"Big brother, have you made rice porridge yet?" Gu Zhili asked curiously as he stood behind Tang Qianhe holding his six-month-old younger brother.He waited in the room for Tang Qianhe not to come, thinking that something happened to him, so he came out with his brother in his arms.

And Tang Qianhe stood blankly in front of the stove for a long time, thinking about how to make a fire, until the child's voice came, and then he came back to his senses.

"Well, can you make a fire?" Tang Qianhe turned his head and looked at the child and asked.

"Yes, every time my brother cooks, I watch from the sidelines." Gu Zhili said, and he walked over with the baby in his arms, put it into Tang Qianhe's arms, and squatted down by himself, Pick up the two stones that were set aside and bump them into each other.

Tang Qianhe looked a little shocked after seeing sparks lit up the dry grass after the stone hit.

After quickly lighting the fire, Gu Zhili stood up, raised his head and said with a smile, "Brother, look, the fire is lit."

"What are those two stones you held just now?" Tang Qianhe asked curiously.

"Flint, we all use this to make fire here." Gu Zhili replied quickly, and then carried the baby back from Tang Qianhe's arms, his eyes widened, intending to watch him make rice porridge.

Tang Qianhe shook his head with a smile, and said, "Well, hold your brother and stay away from here, or you will be splashed by sparks."

Gu Zhili stepped back a few steps obediently, and then remembered something, smiled at Tang Qianhe, and said, "By the way, big brother, my name is Gu Zhili, you can call me Xiaoli, my brother and I My parents call me that, and my younger brother is called Gu Yule."

Tang Qian nodded with a smile, "Okay."

Now that the fire has been raised, the next step is to put the rice that has been ground into powder into the pot.

Taking advantage of Gu Zhili's carelessness, Tang Qianhe mixed some clean water and poured it into the pot. He controlled the ratio of water to rice at 1:2. After boiling, poured rice powder and added a little sugar. Immediately, use chopsticks to stir slowly clockwise until the paste slowly forms, then remove the fire and continue stirring with residual temperature.

Tang Qianhe felt, maybe it was because of the use of spring water to cook, the rice fragrance of this rice paste seemed to be a bit too fragrant, and the sweet and sweet smell wafted out little by little, making Gu Zhili who was standing behind smelled that he felt even more Hungry, he kept swallowing his saliva, and Gu Yule, who was still in his arms, smelled the fragrance, and started kicking his legs wildly, as if he wanted to know what such a fragrant thing was.

Tang Qianhe, who was standing in front of the stove, saw that the rice paste in the pot had formed, then took a clean bowl, divided it into two parts and put them in respectively, and just turned around to give it to the two children waiting to eat behind him , I heard Gu Zhaoyang, who did not know when he had come back, standing at the door and shouting loudly at himself: "What are you doing?!"