In fact, the rice the Su family usually bought was a variety that could be harvested twice or even three times a year. Although this type of rice matured faster than the upland rice in the north, it also had the disadvantage of being bland and not as sweet.

However, ordinary people were grateful to be able to fill their stomachs, so why would they care about the taste? Not to mention the poor taste of rice, even the bran was acceptable.

To go more extreme, in years of famine, any grass roots or tree bark, as long as it is non-toxic, can be eaten.

However, this bowl of porridge is very different from the usual watery porridge. It not only has a sticky texture, but also emits bursts of oily fragrance.

Because a lot of soybean oil and sesame oil are added in advance, and mung bean starch is added when mixing the shredded pork tenderloin, this semi-liquid porridge has a thicker taste than clear soup, but it is not easy to cool down.

Su Qingluan looked at her brother who was a little anxious at the aroma and her sister who was eager to try, and reminded them again: "Don't swallow it in one gulp even if the surface has cooled down. It might still be hot inside... Hey, why are you so quick to speak..."

Before she finished speaking, Su Qingluan saw her brother Su Xuanhe stuffed a spoonful of porridge into his mouth, and then grimaced from the burn, causing Su Xueyan next to him to laugh.

Although his mouth was stinging from the burning sensation and even his upper teeth were broken, Su Xuanhe did not spit out the porridge in his mouth because he had developed the habit of not wasting any food since childhood.

But he still frowned and muttered, "The innermost skin was burned..."

Su Qingluan asked him to open his mouth and took a look. Fortunately, only a layer of skin had peeled off, and his tongue was a little red, but it had not yet reached the point of blisters. So, she looked at Yang and Su Guangfu with great concern and said, "Don't worry, Dad and Mom, the burn is not serious. Let him rinse his mouth with salt water later. It will be healed in three to five days."

"This porridge is salty. Can't I just drink more porridge and treat it as salt water?" Su Xuanhe muttered.

"Well, you're not stupid. You know porridge tastes better than salt water, but... no!" Su Qingluan's face darkened. "Go rinse your mouth later!"

Although Su Xuanhe was very naughty, he was becoming less and less willing to talk back in front of Su Qingluan. He just shrank his neck and then asked as if he remembered something, "Sister, I ate something slippery and like jelly! It's delicious!"

Yang laughed and said, "How is that possible? If the meat jelly meets this hot porridge, won't it melt?"

Su Xueyan echoed her brother: "I tasted it too, smooth jelly!" As she spoke, the little girl stuck out her tongue, with a small piece of black crystal still on it. "Look, it's on my tongue!"

"This is black... not jelly?" Su Xuanhe stared at the black spot on his sister's tongue, a little confused.

Yang and Su Guangfu exchanged a glance, each stirring the porridge in their bowls with a spoon. Su Guangfu had originally wanted to follow his usual pattern and eat a large mouthful, but thinking of how messily his son had just eaten, he controlled his temper, scooped up a small spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and put it into his mouth.

Such a cautious look made Yang, who was sitting next to him and looking at him from the side, couldn't help laughing.

Seeing Su Guangfu looking over, Yang quickly covered her mouth to suppress her laughter and said, "It's hard for you to be so impatient, forcing yourself not to eat quickly. I guess I should ask Daya to make more food like this that won't get cold easily, to help control your impulsive temper!"

Su Qingluan, sitting nearby, naturally heard what Yang said. What could she say? She could only pretend she hadn't heard anything, watching her nose, her mouth, and her heart, acting obedient and wisely remaining silent. Otherwise...

"Mom, we can't let Dad get burned like my brother. It hurts!" Su Xueyan said seriously with her little face wrinkled.

"Oh, nothing has happened yet and you're already feeling distressed? Which side are you from, Sanya?" Yang teased her little daughter with a half-smile.

The little girl was stunned by the question, while Su Qingluan looked at her younger sister with an unfathomable expression: Look, this is the death choice question that the "Team Unauthorized" will face: Do you like dad or mom?

Although the adults probably didn't mean any serious things and were just teasing the children, the children themselves would probably be very upset.

So out of unspeakable "friendship on the same front", Su Qingluan planned to draw everyone's attention to herself and save her little sister who was almost doubting her life.

"How is the porridge today?"

Although Su Qingluan has always been confident in her craftsmanship, she is still a little hesitant considering everyone's rejection of preserved eggs.

The Su family are all very simple people who seek land and houses. The only one who can barely be called a "scholar" is Su Xuanhe, who has only been in school for more than a month. Naturally, there is no particularly outstanding improvement in his choice of words and sentence structure.

Therefore, everyone's "comments" are nothing more than simple and down-to-earth adjectives such as "delicious" and "fragrant".

However, Yang still noticed the faintly transparent black ingredients scattered in the porridge and asked, "Could this be preserved eggs?"

Su Xuanhe looked down in disbelief, picked up another piece of preserved egg with his spoon, and exclaimed in surprise, "Is this the stinky preserved egg that smelled like a toilet yesterday?"

Su Xueyan also came over and sniffed: "It doesn't stink today!"

It's more than just "no longer smelly"! The long time the preserved egg is simmered with rice porridge makes it smoother and more tender.

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