Yang filled bowls of wontons, and the two little ones were busy carrying various tableware and bowls to the dining table in the front room, while Su Qingluan scooped a ladle of water with a ladle and soaked it in the iron pot where the chicken was smoked.

The sugar underneath the iron pot has completely caramelized and is now stuck to the bottom of the pot along with the tea leaves. If you don't soak it with water now, it will be difficult to clean it later.

After finishing all this, Su Qingluan turned and went to the front room, where wontons and smoked chicken had already been served.

"There's still some in the pot. Add more if it's not enough." Yang said with a smile.

After the last time he ate the century egg and lean meat porridge and it was extremely hot, Su Xuanhe stopped eating like a wolf and carefully cooled everything down before eating, and then ate it in small bites. He became much more polite.

Not to mention Su Xuanhe, even Su Guangfu, who used to eat like he was fighting a war, became much more restrained. After all, he was already in his thirties and couldn't recover as quickly as a young person. If the mouth was burned, it would still affect his eating.

His eating was affected and he had no energy to work. Su Guangfu also understood which was more important.

Su Qingluan had cleaned the chicken fat when she was cleaning the chicken offal, and when she was cooking the broth, she also skimmed off the floating oil while removing the foam.

Therefore, although there are scattered light yellow oil drops floating in the wonton soup, it does not seem that thick after all.

The little girl Su Xueyan pouted her lips and carefully took a sip of the soup. Her eyes lit up: "Sister, this soup is so delicious! It's even more delicious than fish soup!"

Yang and Su Guangfu also discovered while drinking the soup that this wonton soup not only had the rich aroma of chicken soup, but also the unique salty and fragrant flavor of pickled bacon! And because a lot of spices were added when pickling the bacon, the broth also had the flavor of complex spices.

Su Xuanhe still couldn't express the deliciousness of the food with beautiful and elegant poems, but his expression was very intuitive: "Sister, this soup is so delicious, I can drink a whole pot!"

Su Qingluan couldn't help but tease: "Is your belly really that big? And, a whole pot, aren't you afraid of bursting your belly?"

"I won't burst my belly!" Su Xuanhe vowed, puffing out his belly with confidence, and then, as if determined to prove something, he bit off half of the wonton fiercely.

Before he had chewed twice, Su Xuanhe noticed a crunching sound between his lips and teeth. "Huh? Why is the meat filling crispy?"

"With the addition of water chestnuts, it is naturally crispy." Su Qingluan explained.

The addition of water chestnuts and the special chewy texture of preserved egg white made both children addicted to it.

At the beginning, Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan were greedy for the rich aroma of the wonton soup and the delicious meat filling. Later, the two children paid more attention to "playing" than "eating".

The water chestnuts are crispy and tender, and the preserved eggs are chewy. This wonderful taste makes the two children very excited.

So, in order to eat more water chestnuts and preserved egg whites, the two children ate more wontons.

Moreover, children have a characteristic when eating. If both of them don’t want to eat the same food, they will eat very little, or even not eat a single bite at all; if one of them particularly likes it, the other will eat more.

The situation now is even more so when two children both like to eat the same thing, and this thing seems to be limited - after each of them has a bowl, there are still more than 20 wontons left in the pot - so the two children simply scramble to eat the wontons.

The consequence of scrambling to eat was that both of them felt a little full. Not only could they not finish the smoked and grilled chicken on the side, but both of their stomachs felt bloated and they even felt the food rising up as soon as they sat down.

There was no other choice, so the brother and sister had to walk around the yard hand in hand after dinner to help digest the food.

Su Xuanhe was better off. After all, he was a few years older than Su Xueyan and had better physical fitness. Walking eight or ten laps was no problem.

However, Su Xueyan was only three or four years old. Although she could walk on her own, she often staggered. Later, she felt exhausted and almost fell asleep. However, as soon as she lay down to rest, the excessive food she had eaten began to rush up, making her stomach and throat uncomfortable.

After all, the gastrointestinal digestive function of three or four-year-old children is still weaker than that of seven or eight-year-old children.

Smoked chicken is perfect for when most of the meat has already been eaten, and the remaining chicken bones are perfect for chewing while chatting and killing time.

So Su Qingluan and her parents deliberately moved the dining table a distance away from the door. The three of them ate chicken racks while watching the fun and staring at the brother and sister in the yard. They were too sleepy to open their eyes, but in order to avoid vomiting in the middle of the night, they still had to exercise in circles to digest the food.

Although it seemed a bit unscrupulous, Su Qingluan only reflected for a second from the perspective of her elder sister, and then threw this insignificant mental burden behind her: After all, she still had her parents above her, right?

Besides, is watching your younger siblings digest their food considered spectating? That's called spurring and supervising!

That's for the health of the two little ones!

"These two are really nothing but that," Yang scolded with a helpless smile. "The pork filling with water chestnuts and preserved eggs is delicious, but is it necessary to fight over it so fiercely?"

Su Guangfu nodded: "It seems that we need to control their habit of eating anything they like without thinking."

Yang was worried: "Is it too small?"

Su Guangfu wasn't worried. "Let's not talk about Sanya for now. Erzhuang is already seven or eight years old and has already started school. If we don't control his behavior now, he'll probably be laughed at by other students."

Su Guangfu knew full well that he and his wife were just ordinary villagers seeking land and housing, and could not provide their son with any extra protection. In this world, people are often discriminated against based on their origins, and Su Guangfu did not want his son to be looked down upon any more.

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