Time Travel Adventure

Chapter 271 The Prototype of an Oven

"Since you're sincerely apologizing, then clean up this place. Come on, little guy, let's go outside to get some fresh air and cool down." I pointed to the pile of pots and pans and the blackened burnt pot in front of me.

I happily took the little guy out to get some fresh air. The kitchen was really stuffy. When I came out, I sat outside and drank tea. The bitterness of the tea also made me more sober.

This little guy really cares about Hongdou. He follows me and keeps looking in Hongdou's direction with a look of concern.

The relationship between these two people is really good. I am a little jealous. I put down the cup and said to this guy helplessly, "If you are worried, go and have a look. I am fine here to get some fresh air."

This guy was not polite either. I left after I finished speaking. "Oh, the world is so fickle. Even Hongdou has people who care about him, but I don't."

From my angle, I could just see Hongdou and the little guy going in and out of the kitchen to clean up. Their faces were covered in dust, looking like cats.

It makes me want to laugh just looking at it, but if I keep steaming this pastry, the failure rate is still quite high. Is there any way to steam the pastry in a different way?

The first thing I thought of was an oven, but it didn’t work because I wasn’t smart enough to make one, not to mention there was no electricity in this world.

As for baking, I don't know if a stove will work, but baking naan on a pot is not very realistic. Suddenly I thought that the kind used to bake pizza might work.

He did it right away. He thought that if he could succeed, he could open another store for Hongdou. He had no paper and ink, so he found a branch and drew on the ground. He made a rough sketch.

It seems like I can say in this way, "Miss, what are you doing?" I was squatting on the ground and studying it, and Hongdou and the little guy were standing behind me calmly, which scared me.

"What are you doing? You scared me!" I stood up and patted my chest. If it happened a few more times, I would have had a heart attack.

"We just finished." Hongdou pointed at the kitchen. I took a quick look and knew that these two people had just cleaned up. On the surface, it looked okay as the pots and pans were not washed.

I smiled knowingly, sat back and had some tea, "By the way, what's this little one's name?" Only then did I remember the key point. I didn't know her name until now, and it seemed rude to keep calling her a little one, even though it seemed quite cute.

"Ah, she just calls me little guy!" Hongdou looked at me in disbelief, her eyes full of shock, and I was a little confused too.

"What, this is your name?" I looked at the little guy and really couldn't believe it. Whose good person's name is Little Guy?

The little guy just nodded and said, "Who named you?" I'm not insulting the little guy's parents. I'm really curious about why they gave you that name.

"Sister Hongdou gave it to me." The little girl told me obediently. I was even more confused. Was this the name Hongdou gave to her?

I looked at Hongdou, and there were two words written in my eyes, puzzled? Hongdou coughed twice softly, "I started it, it's a long story."

"Little guy, have a plate of snacks and listen to Hongdou's story slowly." Anyway, she had nothing to do today, and she didn't have to go to Hongdou's shop on time, so she just listened to Hongdou's story.

The little guy steamed a plate of pastries, as well as melon seeds and some candied fruits. He cracked the melon seeds and stared at the red beans. The three of us sat at a table and had a long talk.