Chapter 245 (Third Update) A discovery was made about Mom's...

Tang Mingli took out potatoes, radishes, corn, pork ribs, beef... one after another from the refrigerator.

She first blanched the pork ribs and then put them into the pot to cook.

Next, start cleaning the potatoes, carrots, corn, and other vegetables, and cut them into chunks.

By the time all this was done, the ribs had been stewing for half an hour.

She thought it was about time, so she threw all the freshly chopped vegetables into the pot at once.

Fu Ci glanced at the contents of the pot, wondering if simply boiling it in water would really taste good.

Despite his worries, he didn't interfere with his wife's cooking method.

There was only one piece of snowflake beef left, and Tang Mingli looked at it with a bit of worry.

This requires careful handling; it must be sliced ​​into very thin pieces.

But her knife skills were terrible, which the whole family knew.

Fu Ci had actually been watching from the doorway ever since his wife went into the kitchen.

Seeing her pick up the beef to slice it, he quickly said, "Why don't you let me slice the beef?"

He was afraid his wife would cut her hand.

These words were exactly what Tang Mingli wanted to hear, and she immediately put down the cleaver and gave up her seat.

Fu Ci rarely cooks, but you can tell from the first cut that his knife skills are much better than Tang Mingli's.

Looking at the evenly thick slices of beef, Tang Mingli exclaimed, "Excellent people can do anything very well. If you study medicine, you will definitely become an outstanding surgeon."

Fu Ci didn't get carried away by the praise and continued to carefully cut the beef.

A piece of beef, after being cut, filled a whole plate.

After doing what his wife had told him to do, Fu Ci finally asked, "Don't we need to add any seasoning to the food in the pot?"

Tang Mingli smiled and said, "Yes, we do, but it's not the right time yet."

After answering her husband, she ruthlessly kicked him out of the kitchen.

"Alright, we don't need you here for now, Mr. Fu, please go outside and wait."

Fu Ci joked, "You're just using me and then throwing me away."

However, he obediently left the kitchen, though he remained standing at the kitchen doorway.

He was genuinely worried about today's pot of Northeastern stew.

Others, unaware of the situation, secretly joked that the young couple had a good relationship, even cooking together.

However, they weren't being dismissive.

The children have a good relationship, which is exactly what they hope for.

Tang Mingli, who was focused on making her own stew in the kitchen, had no idea that she had unwittingly shown off her affection for her partner.

Finally, the ribs and potatoes were almost cooked, and Tang Mingli took out her secret weapon—Guizhou sour soup.

Everything can be cooked in sour soup and easily caught.

After simmering in the sour soup for a few minutes, the sliced ​​beef was added, stirred a few times, and the Northeastern stew was ready.

It's all red and oily, and it looks incredibly appetizing.

As soon as the fire was turned off, Tang Mingli confidently shouted, "Time to eat! Time to eat!"

Fu Yu immediately put down her Lego, ran to wash her hands, and was the first to sit down at the table.

However, Fu Ci frowned, feeling that something was not right.

The stew is ready, time to eat... Where's the rice?

Tang Mingli was immediately dumbfounded when she heard her husband say the opposite.

"Oh no, I was so focused on the stew that I forgot to cook the rice."

But this dish is the perfect accompaniment to rice; without white rice, it's just not the same.

Unfortunately, lunch has to be postponed by another half hour.

Tang Mingli was a little embarrassed. She had wanted to show off her cooking skills, but she had forgotten to cook rice.

Fu's mother smoothed things over by saying, "Half an hour is just right. Let the stew cool down a bit so it won't be too hot to eat."

Madam Fu nodded: "It'll be easier for an old woman like me to eat if it's cooled down a bit."

Tang Mingli touched her nose, knowing that her family members were being so tolerant because they loved her.

Half an hour later, it was finally time to eat.

A pot of sour soup stew was served, and it looked incredibly appetizing.

It was indeed very appetizing, and Fu Yu ate two large bowls of rice.

The three elderly people looked at their granddaughter, who had such a big appetite, with satisfaction and kept praising her.

Fu's mother: "Xiaoyu is such a good child, she never makes us worry about eating."

When Madam Fu recalled that Xiaoyu was only eight or nine months old, she sighed with emotion: "I remember when Xiaoyu first started eating complementary foods, other children were fed by prying their mouths open, but we couldn't even feed Xiaoyu fast enough."

Fu's mother: "She's always had a good appetite since she was little, which she definitely inherited from Mingli."

Madam Fu: "It's not just her appetite, but also her ability to sleep, which is just like Mingli's."

Fu Yu was probably even more enthusiastic about being praised, and after finishing the rice in her bowl, she said to her mother, "Mom, I want to eat more."

A seven-year-old child eating three bowls of rice—anyone with common sense knows that's not right.

Let alone a bowl, even half a bowl would make you feel stuffed.

Tang Mingli was afraid that she would overeat, so she made an excuse that she would have afternoon tea and not let her eat too much.

There was afternoon tea to be had, so Fu Yu obediently put down her chopsticks and bowl.

She licked the lingering taste of the sour soup from the corner of her mouth, looking like she wanted more.

"Mom, the stew you made is so delicious."

"It's delicious, isn't it? Let's eat more when the weather gets cooler, okay?"

"good."

After answering, she asked again, "Mom, when does winter come?"

"Winter."

Tang Mingli felt that winter in Shenzhen might not arrive until late November or December.

There's still a long way to go.

However, she forgot that when time speeds up, it can feel like it's passing in the blink of an eye.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, National Day will arrive.

The National Day holiday has passed in the blink of an eye, and it feels like October is already halfway over.

In short, before we knew it, it was already the end of November.

The weather has turned noticeably cooler; you have to wear a long-sleeved light jacket when you go out in the morning.

As soon as the weather turns cool, children become less willing to get up early.

After attending school for most of the semester, Fu Yu finally realized that there are also bad times when going to school.

She started asking her mother when winter vacation would begin.

While helping her daughter put on her coat, Tang Mingli smiled and said, "Wait until it gets really cold and we need to wear thick coats, then we can have winter vacation!"

"Mom, it feels like it's going to take forever, like waiting for the New Year."

"Does my baby think we have to wait a long time for Chinese New Year?"

"It takes a very long time. Every time after the New Year, it takes a very, very long time to wait for the next New Year."

Tang Mingli smiled.

This is probably the same feeling every Chinese child has.

But that only applies to when I was a child.

As I grew up, time seemed to speed up. Before I knew it, another year had passed, and I'd accomplished nothing.

My darling, grow up slowly.

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As I got dressed and prepared to go out, it suddenly started to drizzle outside.

Tang Mingli was worried that the child would get wet in the rain, so she wanted to drive there.

But the child was excited by the rain and kept pleading, "Mommy, can we use an umbrella?"

Tang Mingli couldn't persuade the child otherwise, and thinking that the rain wasn't heavy, she went along with her.

She just didn't expect that a small accident would happen on her way back from dropping her child off at school.

A gust of wind blew the umbrella in her hand upside down, sending it flying several meters away.

Tang Mingli hesitated whether to pick up the umbrella, but then thought that it was only about ten meters from home, so she might as well run back in one go.

However, I never expected that just being caught in the rain for a short while would cause my nose to become stuffy that very night.

At first, she didn't take it too seriously. She gets a minor cold once or twice a year, and she just drinks more water and gets more sleep, and it gets better in a few days.

Looking at her sick mother, Fu Yu felt extremely guilty; the little pearl had fallen out so easily.

"It's all because I said I wanted to take an umbrella to school that my mom caught a cold."

Tang Mingli couldn't bear to see her daughter blaming herself like this, so she quickly explained to her, "Mom gets a cold once or twice a year, it has nothing to do with taking Xiaoyu to school."

"But my mother caught a cold after taking me to school that rainy day."

To convince her daughter, Tang Mingli had no choice but to lie, "It was just a coincidence. Actually, before that day, I had a vague feeling that I was about to catch a cold."

"Can you know in advance if you're going to catch a cold?" Fu Yu asked, half believing it.

"Yes. Before catching a cold, you'll have a sore throat and headache."

Having only caught a cold once or twice a year, Tang Mingli was very experienced.

Seeing that she hadn't caused her mother's cold, Fu Yu felt less guilty, but she was still very sad.

"Mom, you need to get better soon."

"Okay, Mom promises, I'll be better in a week."

Based on past experience with colds, it usually takes about a week.

She thought it would be the same this time, but a few days later, her cold got worse and worse, and eventually she could only breathe through her mouth.

Fu Ci felt that this couldn't go on and that he needed to take her to see a doctor.

Tang Mingli, however, felt that this was probably the peak period, and things would improve in a couple of days.

He has always respected his wife's wishes, but he is not backing down in this matter.

"Listen to me, I'll take you to see a doctor."

Tang Mingli wanted to delay, saying, "How about this, I'll take the medicine once in the morning, and if there's no improvement by noon, I'll go see a doctor in the afternoon."

She figured that as long as she could fool him for now, once he went to work, whether or not she went to see a doctor in the afternoon would be up to her.

But she miscalculated; she didn't expect Fu Ci to simply stop going to work and stay home with her.

She should have realized that Fu Ci prioritized her above all else.

By noon, my cold still hadn't improved at all.

Tang Mingli agreed and, after lunch, allowed Fu Ci to take her to see a doctor.

The doctor said she had caught a cold from being chilled, prescribed a box of Xiao Chai Hu (a traditional Chinese medicine), and told Tang Mingli to rest more.

You'll feel better after a few days of rest.

Upon receiving the doctor's words, Tang Mingli felt as if she had received a royal decree.

As soon as she left the hospital, she said to her husband, "The doctor said that I just need to rest more, so don't worry."

Even so, how could Fu Ci possibly feel at ease?

Hearing his wife's heavily nasal voice, he felt only heartache.

The houses here don't have underfloor heating, so when the weather gets colder, it's likely that Mingli won't be the only one catching a cold.

After hearing her husband's concerns, Tang Mingli felt that there was indeed a possibility.

She doesn't mind catching a cold, but it's terrible if the elderly or children get sick.

Grandma, in particular, is 82 years old and can't handle a severe cold.

Shared concerns led them to a common idea.

In the end, he still said, "When the children are on winter vacation, you should go back to Guangcheng first."

Anyway, I'll be going back there for the Lunar New Year, it's just ten days or half a month earlier.

Tang Mingli nodded, agreeing that this was a rational decision.

However, winter vacation doesn't start until late January, and by the end of December, winter will definitely be in full swing.

We should try to keep warm during this period.

Tang Mingli thought of the heater she used in her previous life.

But at this time, electric heating equipment may be just starting out and not very safe, so it's better to buy an electric blanket.

They used both the bed and the sofa.

Fu Ci thought his wife's suggestion was good, so he turned around and went to the nearby shopping mall.

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By the weekend, Tang Mingli's cold had finally improved considerably.

She had no appetite during her cold, but now that she's better, it's not unreasonable for her to want to have a good meal to make up for it.

Since it was the weekend, she decided to invite her uncle and aunt, as well as Tang Xin, along.

My cousin definitely won't be available; the clothing store gets busiest towards the end of the year.

To my surprise, when I called, my uncle and aunt were both unavailable; they had to go help out at their daughter's shop.

On the other end of the phone, Li Hong said, "I was just about to call you. I was thinking of having Tang Xin come to your place in the next couple of days, but I don't know if that's convenient."

"That's convenient, let Tang Xin come over."

"Okay, then I'll let her go now. Your uncle and I have to go out in a bit."

"good."

About ten minutes later, Tang Xin appeared at the Fu family's house.

Fu Yu was overjoyed to hear that her cousin was going to stay here.

Tang Xin seemed to have something on her mind. Although she was happy to spend a weekend with her cousin, she still seemed preoccupied.

Tang Mingli quickly noticed and asked with concern, "Xiaoxin, is something on your mind? Is it convenient for you to talk to your aunt?"

Tang Xin opened her mouth, then hesitated.

But she really wanted to tell her, so she walked up to Tang Mingli and whispered in her ear, "Auntie, I've discovered a secret about Mom."

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The author says: Sour soup can cook everything~~~ Sour soup is really a great helper for people who want to lose weight.