Reborn and Divorced: I'm Raising My Kids and Lying Low to Get Rich

Opening her eyes, Chen Hong was reborn. She was reborn just before she was about to take her children back to her parents' home. Not wanting to live a life of looking at others' faces for a...

Chapter 329 Harvesting Rice and Eating Buns

Chen Hong didn't add any cooking wine, oyster sauce, sesame oil, chicken essence, or MSG. She believed that with just the half-grown white meat and pork cracklings from her space, the steamed buns she made this time wouldn't be bad.

Sure enough, the steamed buns Chen Hong made tonight had thin skins and lots of filling, each one as big as an adult's fist.

It's white, plump, and fluffy; one bite and it's fragrant and fresh—the taste is simply irresistible!

Yu Yang ate three of them by himself, drank a bowl of rice and mung bean porridge, and ate half a plate of cucumbers. He was so full that he kept groaning.

"Mom, please don't make seaweed buns anymore. They're so delicious! My stomach is full, but my eyes are telling me I'm still hungry."

"Mom, I'm so full! What should I do? I couldn't resist the urge!"

Seeing her son sprawled on the sofa, unwilling to move, she quickly dropped the dishes she was washing, wiped her hands clean, turned her back to Yang, opened the refrigerator, and took out a handful of hawthorns from the storage compartment.

I put a small clay pot of porridge on the stove, rinsed the hawthorns and threw them into the pot, then added two bowls of space water to make hawthorn water for my son.

Chen Hong first rubbed Yu Yang's stomach to make him feel a little better. After a while, the hawthorn water was boiled and poured into a bowl.

The two bowls were turned over and cooled before being given to Yu Yang to drink. After drinking the hawthorn water and eating two hawthorns, Yu Yang's stomach finally felt a little better.

He sat listlessly on the sofa watching TV, but didn't forget to emphasize to his mother, "Mom, we really can't make seaweed buns anymore."

I just can't control my cravings; the aroma of these steamed buns is like a devil's temptation, constantly tantalizing my taste buds and making me want to eat and eat.

Chen Hong was laughing so hard at her son's words; Yu Yang's description was so vivid that she could almost picture it.

It seems that reading more books and interacting with more people has many benefits. Yu Yang now has a much larger vocabulary than before.