Thinking about it, Chen Wanbai walked to the pile of remaining bamboos and selected the thicker and harder bamboos.
She planned to make bamboo bowls first. Use a saw to cut the bamboo into several pieces about six centimeters high, starting from the bamboo joints.
Then use a planer to peel off the outer skin of the bamboo. When peeling, be sure not to use too much force to ensure that the surface of the bamboo is not damaged. Then, use a digging knife to slowly hollow out the inside of the bamboo bowl.
She then used a sharpening stone to carefully polish the exterior and interior walls of the bamboo, removing all burrs and rough parts. The grinding stone is like sandpaper, which can remove burrs very well and make the surface of the bamboo bowl smoother.
In order to make the bamboo bowl more practical, she carefully trimmed the edge of the bowl mouth with a planer to make it smooth without cutting her hands. She carefully polished the mouth of the bowl with a pumice stone, making sure there were no sharp parts.
In just a few clicks, Chen Wanbai completed four bamboo bowls.
Next is the making of bamboo cups and bamboo chopsticks.
Chen Wanbai chose some slender bamboos and sawed them into sections about ten centimeters long. This height is just right for making simple cups.
Also use a digging knife to hollow out the inside, and use a grindstone to polish the mouth and wall of the cup.
For bamboo chopsticks, the production process is a little more complicated. Chen Wanbai picked some bamboo, cut it into small sections about seven inches and six minutes long with a saw, and then split it into long strips of suitable size with a hatchet.
(The ancients stipulated that the length of chopsticks is 7 inches and 6 minutes, which represents the seven emotions and six desires of human beings: joy, anger, sadness, fear, love, evil, and desire. When people pick up chopsticks, they will remind themselves Control your desires and cultivate yourself.)
Finally, sharpen one end and polish the whole body of the chopsticks with a sharpening stone, and the bamboo chopsticks are finished.
(The shapes of chopsticks should be particular: round head and square tail, square shape belongs to the Kun hexagram, and round shape represents the Qian hexagram. When holding the chopsticks, it shows the hexagram "Earth, Heaven and Tai" with Kun at the top and Qian at the bottom, implying everything. Auspicious, harmonious and smooth.)
After the production was completed, Chen Wanbai carefully inspected the bamboo cups, bamboo bowls and bamboo chopsticks to ensure that they did not have any burrs or rough places.
Throughout the afternoon, she made four bowls, four cups and ten pairs of chopsticks.
The sky gradually darkened. Chen Wanbai twisted his sore neck, raised his head, and looked at the sky outside through the door.
The rain has stopped.
She walked out of the door and looked around.
The Qinghuai Mountain in the distance is shrouded in mist, as if covered with a layer of gauze. The air is filled with the smell of moist earth, and the sky looks particularly clear after the rain. Thin clouds drifted slowly on the horizon, and occasionally a few weak rays of light tried to penetrate the clouds.
The bamboo forest not far away was swaying gently in the breeze, and the raindrops slipped from the leaf tips and fell to the ground. The water in the small ditch rose and gurgledThe sound of running water is clearly audible, giving people a sense of tranquility and peace.
Several returning birds circled in the sky and chirped, adding a bit of vitality to the quiet evening.
Chen Wanbai took a deep breath and felt the fresh air after the rain.
The nights in autumn come very quickly, and soon it will be completely dark, and it is no longer appropriate to go out at this time.
It’s time to cook.
There were some leftovers at noon, and she planned to heat them up and eat them herself. There is still some chicken soup left, so heat it up and give it to Mrs. Liu. Considering that chicken soup alone would not fill her stomach, she decided to cook another pot of porridge.
She turned around and entered the main room and cleaned up.
Then he entered the kitchen with new dishes and chopsticks. There was always a large clay pot on the stove with warm water in it.
She soaked the new dishes and chopsticks in hot water in the bucket. Although it may not have a substantial disinfection effect, it was good for psychological comfort.
After finishing these tasks, Chen Wanbai walked to the rice vat, scooped out some rice from it, and washed it carefully. She poured the rice into a clay pot and added an appropriate amount of water. Use more water to cook the porridge, so that the porridge will be softer and more delicious.
She placed the clay pot on the stove and lit the fire.
She poured the leftovers from lunch into the iron pot and started to heat it. Then she poured the leftover rice into it, picked up the shovel and stir-fried until the food was evenly mixed.
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It looks like a well-mixed rice bowl.
After filling a large plate of rice, Chen Wanbai held it steadily with one hand and a bamboo stool with the other, and walked to the door of the kitchen.
Chen Wanbai sat at the door of the kitchen, eating a big meal and looking out at the scenery.
At this time, the sky had completely darkened, and only a few stars were shining faintly in the sky. The mountains in the distance looked shadowy in the night, like an ink painting.
The gentle breeze blew quietly, bringing wisps of coolness, passing over her cheeks and stirring her hair. The surrounding trees rustled, their leaves swaying in the wind. The chirping of insects in the grass came and went, like a small concert.
She looked at all this and felt extremely calm in her heart. The fatigue of the day seemed to be relieved a lot at this moment. Occasionally, a night bird flew overhead, and the sound of flapping wings broke the moment of tranquility.
Chen Wanbai just sat quietly, enjoying this rare moment of peace, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.
She remembered the porridge that was still simmering on the fire, so she quickly finished the last bite of rice, stood up, and walked into the kitchen.
In the light of the fire under the stove, she picked up a branch and stretched it into the stove. The fire in the stove was beating warmly. She gently touched one end of the branch on the red coals, and the treeThe branches were quickly ignited.
She carefully pulled back the branch and moved closer to the wick of the oil lamp. The wick first emitted a plume of black smoke, and then with a pop, a flame the size of a soybean ignited. She adjusted the wick to make the flame stronger and brighter, and the dim light suddenly illuminated the entire stove.
Chen Wanbai opened the lid of the can and found that the porridge was almost done. She stirred constantly with a spoon to prevent it from sticking to the pan. The steaming white porridge exudes a strong aroma of rice. The rice grains have been cooked until soft and there is a thin layer of rice oil on the surface of the porridge. When she felt the consistency of the porridge, she knew it was cooked just right.
She wrapped the clay pot in a rag, brought it to the stove, and then placed the chicken soup can on the stove to heat.
Soon, the chicken soup was hot, the soup turned pink and gave off a strong aroma.
Chen Wanbai scooped up a bowl of chicken soup with a spoon, gently put it into the prepared bowl, and scooped up a bowl of steaming porridge.
She turned around, picked up the oil lamp on the stove, and carefully placed the oil lamp on the tray. Then, she placed the chicken soup and porridge neatly on the tray and walked to Mrs. Liu's room.
She opened the door gently and saw Mrs. Liu leaning on the bed, looking at her with a smile.
Chen Wanbai put the tray on the small table beside the bed, "Mom, drink some porridge. This will make your stomach feel better."
After saying that, he picked up the porridge bowl. , blew it gently, and handed it to Liu's mouth.
Mrs. Liu took a sip, and the warmth and fragrance of the porridge spread in her mouth and flowed into her belly, making her feel comfortable and satisfied.
"Xiaobai, you cooked the porridge really well. Thank you for your hard work."
"Mom, it's not hard for me. As long as you eat happily and get well as soon as possible, I will Satisfied."
She sat on the edge of the bed and fed Liu patiently.
Mrs. Liu finished her porridge and took a few sips of chicken soup. Her face looked much rosier.
"Xiaobai, mother has dragged you down." Mrs. Liu had tears in her eyes, full of guilt.
Chen Wanbai was speechless secretly, thinking that if you really feel that you are dragging me down, then get better quickly. But she didn't dare to say that, lest a stimulus would make the man's condition more serious.
"Mom, I just hope that you will get better soon and that we, mother and daughter, can live a good life."
Ms. Liu nodded and wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't. exit.
Chen Wanbai did not ask further questions, but gently helped Ms. Liu lie down and covered her with a quilt carefully.
She quietly exited the room and returned to the kitchen to clean the dishes. After doing this, she felt a little tired.
After hurriedly washing up, I also lay down on the bed to rest.