Zhu Lihua looked at her husband helplessly, put the stewed pork bone soup in front of Shen Kuo, picked up the bowl and scooped two large scoops for him.

"Don't follow your uncle's lead. Drink some soup to warm your stomach~"

Shen Kuo took the bowl of hot soup with tears in his eyes.

The dishes on the table were plentiful.

There was a large pot of stewed pig's feet with radish, a bowl of spicy stir-fried eel shreds, and even the wild vegetables used to make soup were fried in two plates by Zhu Lihua with oil. They looked green and appetizing, and there was also a plate of homemade pickled cabbage on the side.

Pure corn tortillas baked over low heat are simply a real treat.

Green light flashed in the eyes of several children, but they were very sensible and picked up the wild vegetables with their chopsticks, chewing them with small bites with the little oil, which was very delicious.

Shen Kuo took a sip of the soup, his eyes lit up, and he praised her generously, "Aunt, your soup is so delicious, your cooking skills are really several levels higher than my mother's."

Zhu Lihua's crow's feet were smoothed out by laughing.

"If you like it, drink more. There's plenty of soup."

"That's enough, you guys should eat too. Don't let Auntie's cooking skills go to waste."

Only then did Zhu Lihua realize that none of the children had touched the soup.

"Hey, you guys are all family, why are you being so polite?"

I hurriedly scooped a bowl for each child.

Goudan drank two mouthfuls of the soup carefully before sucking the soft and rotten pork bones, and even the bone marrow inside, into his mouth. The tip of his tongue touched the springy pig skin, and he bit it with his teeth and slowly chewed it.

Mixed with the unique fragrance of dried radish, it is extremely delicious.

Shitou ate without even raising his head, wishing he could bury his entire face in the bowl. If he hadn't been concerned about the guests, he would have really wanted to lick the bowl clean and not waste a drop of oil or water.

Even Qin Qing didn't mind the greasy pig's feet. She picked up a piece of pig skin and ate it with relish, with oil stains shining on her plump lips.

Both the host and the guests enjoyed the meal very much.

After dinner, Qin Qing diligently helped Zhu Lihua clean up the mess, while Shitou lay motionless on the recliner.

After Shen Kuo had his fill of food and drink, he stood up and prepared to leave. After all, it was a rare day off, and he had a lot of things to do at home. Before leaving, he told Qin Qing not to forget to go to the town to play when she had time, because the old people at home were always nagging about meeting the little girl.

Qin Qing responded repeatedly.

Zhu Lihua's cooking skills are indeed impeccable. It may also be that people nowadays don't have much fat in their stomachs, so it's all meat after all, and it tastes good no matter how you cook it.

Old Mrs. Lu also ate her fill at home.

Because there were outsiders present, she did not go over to have dinner with her uncle's family. Qin Zhilin was very filial and brought her a bowl of pig's trotter soup, and also specifically said the words that Zhu Lihua had instructed.

"This pig's trotter was earned by your good granddaughter tutoring someone!"

As expected, Old Lady Lu took the bowl with a smile, without even looking at the Qin brothers and sisters who were staring at her eagerly, and she didn't even share the piece of meat or a sip of soup, and ate until she was full.

This is the pig's trotter that her good granddaughter got with her own skills. It tastes better and better the more you eat it. It is so greasy and very tempting.

Qin Zegang was so greedy that his mouth was almost drooling, but he saw that his grandmother, who used to love him, ignored him and started eating alone.

He was furious and yelled, "I want to eat meat too!"

Old Mrs. Lu replied with a forced smile, "If you want to eat, ask your mother to buy it for you."

She had no intention of sharing.

The meat is stewed until it is tender, which is suitable for an old person like her with bad teeth.

Qin Zegang glanced at his mother, with anticipation in his eyes, "Mom..."

Song Huilan's eyes twitched, and she put down her chopsticks and started cursing, "You have too many thoughts every day. You want to eat this and that. Can you earn more money or read two more books than others?..."

Old Mrs. Lu walked into the house with the bowl in her hand, too lazy to listen to any nonsense.

The door blocked Qin Tongtong's longing gaze. She withdrew her attention with a slight sense of regret, chewing a dry biscuit in her mouth.

Her brother was not so good-tempered and threw away his chopsticks in anger.

Song Huilan was so angry that she fell backwards and made some harsh remarks.

"If you don't eat, you'll starve to death."

Qin Zhimu was silent for a while, took out a few banknotes from his pocket, and raised his chin towards Song Huilan.

"Go and exchange some money with Mom, and then go to town and buy some meat to save us from making trouble every day."

Song Huilan didn't stop talking, but her hands moved very quickly. She put the money into her pocket quickly and glared at Qin Tongtong fiercely.

"I really owe you guys!"