She Only Cares About Cultivation

An Yi never thought about any benefits when she came to teach literacy classes, and her handwriting would also be slightly restrained when writing. Even so, in the eyes of others, it was ridiculously neat, like printed characters. At this time, the script was still traditional Chinese characters, and switching back and forth was something she was quite adept at handling.

During normal classes, the children were entrusted to Caihua or Qiuxia. One of them would come to stop the class, and the other would take care of the children, alternating in turn. Then, at home, one would tutor the other, and if anything was wrong, she would correct it. This way, not only was their memory deepened, but they could fully integrate the knowledge well. Because if you want to be a teacher, you have to comprehend and learn yourself.

Especially since these two had her private tutoring, their foundation was inherently stronger than those outside, so she could handle the classes and watch over the children well.

The winters in the Northeast were very long, and when at home with nothing to do, efforts would be made to create delicious foods.

An Yi made a dish today that stunned the two sisters — [Fried Ice Sliders].

Ice stalactites are easy to find, right by the eaves, very clean and transparent. But how do you put the ice stalactites in the oil without them exploding? The method is actually simple.

Directly wrap a layer of tofu skin around the ice stalactites, concoct a batter with egg liquid, then wrap another layer of crumbled breadcrumbs outside, roll it in flour, and then place it outside to freeze. This way, the flour and ice stalactite become one; the smooth surface turns into a textured one, allowing it to hold the batter. Then adjust a batter that isn’t too thin, otherwise it won’t stick.

Afterward, pour the oil into the pot to heat, and quickly coat it with the batter and start frying. Take it out in a few seconds, and eat it while still hot. Don’t wait, or it will melt. As for the taste, how to put it — hot on the outside, cold on the inside, quite novel. Of course, if you want the ice stalactite to have flavor inside, you can make some using fruit puree as ice stalactites. She just tried it for novelty and unexpectedly received unanimous praise.

After gaining experience, she found molds and made some popsicles using red beans, milk, and sugar; the two sisters were thrilled and even said.

"So the legendary popsicle tastes like this, absolutely delicious."

Actually, Northeastern people eating popsicles in the dead of winter is nothing rare, it has been a long-standing custom. Especially outside, it’s like a natural big refrigerator; whatever you want to eat, you throw into the snow pit, like Pears, persimmons, grapes. She has many fruits here, of course, can’t let them know. Besides Pears and persimmons, other fruits can only be eaten secretly.

Aside from this, when the three women are at home, they also like to make and eat pasta. Of course, the pasta here is all made from mixed grain flour.

Make dumplings are not to be boiled — they tend to fall apart easily — so they are steamed in a big iron pot, and of course buns, too, are steamed.

The common fillings are usually sauerkraut, tofu, glass noodle vegetable filling, radish, and tofu glass noodles. After she slaughtered the pig from her space, she pulled out all the fat and boiled a big pot of lard. After putting the lard into jars, the leftover oil residue was chopped up and no matter whether used for buns or dumplings, the taste, as the sisters put it, was delicious from the Human World.

Of course, she didn’t dare to render the lard outside but did it in the space; she only dared to take out a little bit of oil residue because there were families nearby slaughtering pigs, so there was no need to run around and they could buy some meat back, easily passing it off in a few words.

This era is challenging, after all; having money means fearing others coveting it, and having no money means hunger, whatever you do is wrong.

Fortunately, she gained experience. If she can avoid eating well in front of the sisters, she won’t display it before them. Still, sometimes out of goodwill, she wants to help them keep healthy because they often send her bean products every few days.

Ever since the children came to her house, they no longer needed to toil to make tofu; the two thin faces visibly filled with flesh at an eye-watering pace because the food at her place was just too good, the dishes seemingly endless. Flour, rice, mixed grains, all abundant as if there’s a bottomless pit, never running out.

But the two people have a conscience; with the sister helping them so selflessly, they absolutely cannot be ungrateful.

Of course, An Yi doesn’t fear them because all the precious items are in her space; even if someone comes to search, they would be left empty-handed.