Curtis's upper body turned into a human form, with his gorgeous red hair hanging in front of him. He inadvertently brushed against Bai Qingqing's arm, which felt cool.
Bai Qingqing couldn't help but glance at Curtis, her heartbeat was a little erratic.
"What are you doing again?" Curtis looked at the strange-shaped stone and asked.
This stone is different from the oil pressing stone made before. It is also two pieces, both are round, and the surface is artificially struck with dense fine lines.
Bai Qingqing also walked to the stone and looked at it, and said in surprise: "Parker did it very quickly. It looks like it can be used."
Curtis tilted his head, his transparent red eyes showing a bit of curiosity.
Bai Qingqing was caught off guard and met Curtis's eyes. She was instantly stunned and looked away unnaturally, "This is a stone mill. I want to grind rice into powder and make more delicious food."
Bai Qingqing was so bored at home that she knew how to make this thing. She was so bored that she wanted to make more food all day long. She thought for a long time before settling the details of the stone mill, and asked Parker to start work today.
"Yeah." Curtis nodded.
Once the two people spoke, the cold war ended.
Parker came back with a small half basin of fish and shrimp. Curtis had already lit a fire. Parker snorted unhappily and steamed the fish and shrimp.
Bai Qingqing hugged the stone and tried hard for a long time but couldn't pick it up. She said with difficulty: "Curtis, help me move it."
Curtis came over, picked up the stone easily, and asked, "Where to put it?"
"Put it on this stone and align the hole in the middle with the raised spot on the stone below."
Curtis did so.
After installing the stone mill, Bai Qingqing inserted the handle he had prepared earlier into the hole on the side of the stone on the previous layer, knocked it tightly with the stone, and the stone mill was completed. It actually looks decent.
There is a "race track" on the lower wall of the stone mill. The ground rice slurry will flow into the "race track" along the interlayer of the stone mill and flow out from the only outlet.
Bai Qingqing held the handle and tried to push forward. The stone grinder was too blunt, so Bai Qingqing used her strength to make the grindstone rotate a little.
She gritted her teeth and continued to exert her strength. Just as she felt a huge force about to rush out, her hand was suddenly caught by Curtis.
Curtis glanced at Bai Qingqing and said in a cold tone: "Have you forgotten what I told you?"
When Curtis was angry, Bai Qingqing was afraid of him and kept her mouth shut, daring not to speak out. When Curtis held Bai Qingqing's hand hard, the stone mill began to rotate rapidly, making a "squeaking" sound.
Bai Qingqing's palm was so compressed that it hurt. She twitched but failed to pull it out. She stuck out her tongue and admitted her mistake obediently: "I know."
There was a faint smile in Curtis's eyes, and he did not let go of Bai Qingqing's hand. He just curled his palm and used his fingertips to reduce the squeeze on Bai Qingqing.
The two people pressed their chests against their backs, grinding together intimately.
Parker, who was lighting a fire on the side, glanced straight this way, his heart burning, and he kept adding firewood to the fire until the stone pot was completely enveloped in flames.
Huh, if you steam it a little longer, it will be hard to eat a dead snake!
The stone grinder turned smoother and smoother. Bai Qingqing was worried that such polishing would damage the stone plate, so she pushed Curtis to signal him to stop.
"It should be ready for use. Rinse the stone mill and let's grind the rice." Bai Qingqing said.
Curtis washed the stone mill according to Bai Qingqing's instructions, and washed a bamboo tube of rice, and the two of them started grinding.
Parker was still desperately adding wood to the fire.
Bai Qingqing is responsible for feeding the rice, and Curtis is responsible for grinding the mill. She added a few handfuls of rice to the entrance of the stone mill, poured a small amount of water, and turned the millstone a few times, and white rice slurry dripped from the interlayer.