Because of the "lesson learned" just now, every time Su Xiaoer scooped a spoonful of fish porridge, he would carefully touch it with the tip of his tongue to make sure the temperature was acceptable, and then carefully take a small sip.

This cautious look made Yang laugh. "Erzhuang, what's wrong with you today? You've always been impatient, so why are you eating so politely today? Could it be that after two days of calligraphy practice, you've started to pay attention to etiquette?"

"Hmph, it's his fault that he burned his mouth while eating secretly just now." Su Guangfu, who was sitting next to him, snorted and exposed his son's past without any hesitation.

When Su Xuanhe heard his father say this, he subconsciously looked at his sister who was sitting leisurely beside him, his big eyes full of accusations: Why are you still snitching?! You are not trustworthy!

Su Qingluan received her brother's resentful look and immediately distanced herself from it: "What kind of look is that? It's none of my business."

Su Guangfu also pointed at Su Xuanhe with his chopsticks: "Don't look down on your sister. I heard everything clearly on the roof just now. Why wouldn't you admit it if you dared to eat secretly?"

Su Qingluan saw that her brother seemed to have been severely burned and ate every bite carefully. She said, "Maybe the skin was burned. I'll mix some salt water with salt water for you later. Use that to rinse your mouth and it will heal faster."

Su Xuanhe thought for a moment and muttered, "Refined salt is expensive. Using it to mix with water just to rinse your mouth is such a waste!"

Hearing her brother say this, Su Qingluan felt uncomfortable - how difficult life must have been for the Su family before she traveled through time, which made her brother so reluctant to even use a little refined salt.

Thinking of this, she touched the top of her brother's head and said, "You are just a kid, why worry about these things? I, your sister, can earn money, enough for you to buy salt for rinsing your mouth!"

"Sister~" The little girl Su Xueyan raised her chubby face from the bowl and asked innocently, "Brother, do you need so much salt to rinse your mouth?"

The whole family was amused. Su Xuanhe also wanted to laugh, but he pulled the burn wound in his mouth. He grimaced in pain, and his happy smile became very strange, which made people laugh even more.

Yang sipped her fish porridge and sighed, "I saw at the market before that the price of black fish was quite high. Now I know why."

She had never imagined that fish could be so delicious. The carp from the river had a strong earthy smell and was covered in tiny bones that could easily get stuck in the throat, so she had to be extremely careful every time she ate it.

This black fish, however, was not only tender and smooth without bones, but also had a unique sweetness. Furthermore, Su Qingluan had mastered the heat to the perfect degree, allowing the fillets to mature without overcooking them. As a result, the fillets retained their fresh, tender texture, and could be easily swallowed without chewing.

Su Guangfu also nodded: "I have eaten white rice porridge before, but the taste has never been this rich and fragrant."

Little girl Su Xueyan expressed her love for the fish porridge very directly. She licked her shiny little mouth and shouted with a smile: "Sister, I want another bowl!"

Yang held Su Qingluan's shoulders and said, "You've been busy all day. Sit down and rest. Mother, go serve Sanya some porridge."

Su Xueyan took this opportunity to pick up some fried eggs and spinach.

"Wow," the little girl exclaimed, "the scrambled eggs are so soft! They're like clouds!"

Su Xuanhe also picked up a piece of scrambled eggs with chopsticks and curled his lips: "You haven't touched the clouds, how do you know whether the clouds are soft or not?"

The little girl snorted a bit arrogantly: "I just know that clouds floating in the sky will be blown away by the wind, so they must be light and soft!"

"No way!" Su Xuanhe took a big bite of scrambled eggs and spinach. "There's a Dragon King in the clouds. He's so majestic, how could his home be so soft and light?"

“It’s soft!”

"Not soft!"

"That's right!"

"No, no, no!"

Seeing that the two children were about to go from bickering to quarreling, and Su Guangfu had already put down his chopsticks, it was obvious that if this continued, they would both be scolded. Su Qingluan hurriedly advised: "The top of that high mountain is always covered in clouds and mist. When you are older, I will go with you to the mountain clouds to see what is going on, so we can find out."

"Can we go now?"

"Yeah, can we go?"

Yang brought a half-filled bowl of freshly prepared fish congee—she had filled it halfway because she was worried her youngest daughter would get bloated from eating too much—and as she reached the table, she heard her second and third daughters asking her eldest daughter, "What are you going to do?" She couldn't help but ask curiously.

Su Qingluan briefly told her two younger brothers and sisters what they had just argued about.

Yang laughed and said, "Climbing a mountain is not easy. You two followed me to the river for a day, and the next day you both complained of leg pain. How can you go climbing a mountain?"

Little Su Xuanhe was unconvinced: "My sister and I once went to the mountains with my mother to pick mushrooms!"

Yang couldn't help but chuckle, "You mean that little hill behind the village? Compared to the real mountain, it's just a small mound!"

Finally, the two children’s idea of ​​“going hiking right now” was temporarily dispelled, and the family continued to have lunch while chatting and laughing.

Yang sighed, "Daya's culinary talent is truly remarkable. In just two months, the food she makes is already much better than mine!"

Su Qingluan felt guilty for a moment and said, "Mother, how could that be possible? I just like to guess randomly. It's just a coincidence."

It’s just a coincidence that I lived one more life, Su Qingluan said in her heart.

"I guess Daya is a greedy person, that's why she can come up with so many tricks." Yang sighed with some relief and some heartache.

She was a little suspicious at first, wondering where Su Qingluan's cooking skills came from. However, she thought that Su Qingluan might have learned some cooking skills before she lost her memory, and that wealthy families must have many secret recipes that were not passed on to others, so she felt relieved - looking at the food that Daya had come up with by herself, all of them were delicious, and they must be the kind that only a wealthy family could come up with.

Su.Foodie.Qingluan:...Mother, you are being unfriendly.

But as a serious foodie, she couldn't refute it.

Seeing her eldest daughter's expression, Yang smiled and tapped her nose. "So what if you want to eat? We commoners don't have the same rules as the rich. I've heard that those wealthy families have set limits on how much you can eat at each meal, but we don't care about that! Being able to eat is a blessing! Would you like another bowl of porridge?"

As he said that, he handed Su Qingluan's empty bowl over to him.

Su Xuanhe also raised his empty bowl and said, "Mom, I'll have another bowl too!"

"Don't you have the ability to steal food? Go get some yourself!"

"Mother, why are you bringing this up again?"

Then the small farmyard was filled with laughter again.

After they finished feeding, Su Qingluan saw Su Guangfu moving his shoulders and neck, so she walked over and asked, "Dad, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"