After discovering this, Mrs. Ye also smiled.

Mr. Cen himself did not notice this situation, but he didn't know why, he just inexplicably felt that Mu Zheng looked a little more pleasing to the eye.

"I've stewed this chicken soup for a long time. You each get a small bowl, and the rest belongs to Qingtian." Old Cen said as he served each of them a small bowl of soup, then moved the pot directly next to Qingtian, as if he was afraid that someone would covet it.

Mu Zheng picked up the bowl and took a look. He felt that Mr. Cen was quite generous. There was a small piece of fish maw and a few pieces of chicken in each person's bowl to satisfy their appetite.

Little did they know that this was just a trick to give them less soup.

Mu Zheng picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup.

This broth is made from pork bones, chicken and fish maw.

The old man asked a farmer he knew to slaughter the pig in the morning and then send the pork bones to him immediately.

The chickens were old hens caught from their own farms.

Fish maw is a treasure that he preserves himself.

Therefore, there is no need to add a little pumpkin to adjust the color of the fish maw and chicken soup like those sold outside. It is already very golden and attractive just like this.

The chicken soup is rich and delicious when you first put it in your mouth, and the fragrance lingers on your lips and teeth after you swallow it.

After tasting the soup, Mu Zheng scooped up a spoonful of fish maw and put it into his mouth.

The thick fish maw has been fully soaked and stewed, and now it tastes fresh and chewy.

Mu Zheng gave Mr. Cen a thumbs-up and said, "Grandpa, your cooking skills are amazing!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Cen snorted lightly, but a look of slight pride appeared on his face.

He fed Qingtian a small bowl of soup and was about to give her more soup when Qingtian said, "Grandpa, let's drink together. Don't just give it to me!"

Just now, Mrs. Ye took Qingtian to wash her hands, so she didn't hear what Mr. Cen said to the other people.

"They..." Mr. Cen was just about to say that it would be enough for them to taste it, no one could give them all the drink!

But I suddenly remembered that Sister Ye had mentioned before that Qingtian has always been a fair-minded child since he was young. He never eats alone. If he has something delicious, he will call his five brothers to share it together.

So the words that he almost said turned into: "Grandpa made too much soup, and they don't like it. Can you help him drink more? It would be a waste if there is any leftover."

Upon hearing this, Qingtian looked up at the people at the table, as if to confirm the truthfulness of what Mr. Cen said.

Because she thinks the chicken soup made by her great-grandfather is particularly delicious, why don’t other people like it?

Although Shi Lei was usually silent, he was very quick-witted at this moment. He put down the bowl that he had drunk to the last drop and said without hesitation, "I don't like soup."

Meng Yu quickly replied, "I don't like chicken."

After they finished speaking, they looked at Mu Zheng together.

Mu Zheng could only hesitate and say, "Then I don't like fish maw very much?"

Mrs. Ye couldn't think of any reason, so she could only say, "Mom will drink another bowl with you."

If she wanted to drink, Mr. Cen would naturally not be reluctant to let her drink it.

However, Mrs. Ye only served half a bowl as a token of appreciation, and most of the soup went into Qingtian's stomach.

The remaining four dishes were also delicious, so Mu Zheng left only after he was satisfied.

Because Qingtian drank a lot of soup, her belly was bulging. Mrs. Ye was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable if she took a nap now, so she planned to take her out for a walk to help her digest the soup.

Meng Yu volunteered to go along.

"You don't know the way here, what if you get lost? I'll go with you!"

At this moment, most families are having lunch or taking a nap, so the alley is very deserted. There are not even people sitting outside in the sun as usual. Instead, you can occasionally see one or two cats sleeping in the sun on the wall.

Boss Ye was holding Qingtian in his arms, and Qingtian's mouth was never idle, he kept talking to Sister Ye. Meng Yu followed behind and felt like he was redundant.

Just as he was about to say hello to Boss Ye and slip away, he heard Qingtian's voice suddenly become louder: "Mom, what is that old man carrying?"

The three adults looked in the direction of her finger and saw an old man carrying a shoulder pole with a large basket on each end.

The reason why it attracted Qingtian's attention was probably because there were chirping sounds coming from the basket.

"Oh, he's selling chicks." Meng Yu knew what the other person was like at a glance.

"Every year around this time, people come in and sell chicks."

Sister Ye asked, "Do people in the capital start catching chicks so early?

"Oh, the family hasn't prepared anything yet. Wouldn't it be too late to do it when we get back?"

Meng Yu hurriedly said, “Madam You, you don’t know that the chicken seller here is different from the ones in the countryside.

“In the countryside, we buy chickens to raise them for laying eggs and eating meat in the future.

“Selling chickens in the capital at this time is just selling them to children as toys.

"Basically, they're not that easy to raise. It's just that the kids like them, so they buy one or two for them to play with!"

But it has to be said that these furry, chirping little creatures are naturally able to attract children's attention.

Qingtian's attention was now completely focused on the basket and he couldn't get out of it.

The old man immediately stepped forward and said, "Look, young lady, these are the chicks and ducklings we hatched ourselves, they are all strong and lively.

"All you need to do is give it some water and some millet, and it's easy to keep alive."

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