She stewed more, and it was for the last few people to eat.
Eating mutton and drinking mutton soup alone is definitely not enough, so Song Anan added some white flour steamed buns as the staple food.
After preparing the food, Song Anan returned to the hospital.
Lu Jianhua was lying on the hospital bed resting. He had just finished the morning drip and the needle had been removed.
When Song Anan came back, she asked about Lu Jianhua's situation.
Lu Jianhua said, "An An, I'm fine."
I just had surgery and my legs are a little sore.
But it would be nice to rest for a while longer.
He is a grown man, so this little pain is nothing to him.
He had been wounded even more seriously on the battlefield.
Song Anan responded, "I'm glad you're okay. I've prepared some delicious food for you."
As Song Anan spoke, she opened the thermos and a strong aroma of mutton filled the air.
Lu Jianhua sniffed and asked, "An An, what is this made of? It smells so good!"
"I'll give you some lamb stew."
“No wonder it smells so good.”
Song Anan took out a bowl of mutton from the thermos bucket and handed it to Lu Jianhua, "Eat it."
Lu Jianhua was not polite either.
The mutton stewed by my wife is so delicious that it really makes me salivate.
Song Anan gave one portion to Lu Jianhua, and handed Lu Jianjun an aluminum lunch box full of mutton.
Lu Jianjun didn't expect that he would be involved.
He hurriedly said, "Sister-in-law, isn't this for my brother? How can I eat it? Such good things should be saved for my brother to eat slowly and replenish his body. I can just eat a little bit."
Song Anan said, "Third brother, I stewed a lot, don't be polite, everyone has a share and everyone can eat.
This is your portion, eat it quickly.
Try it and see how it tastes. You've worked hard taking care of Jianhua, so you need to eat well to have strength."
Lu Jianhua followed with a few words of advice.
Lu Jianjun was not a pretentious person. He took the lunch box and started eating.
The taste of stewed mutton is beyond words.
Song Anan’s cooking is delicious, and people of this generation haven’t eaten anything good, so of course it’s even more rare.
They ate with such relish that the patients next door were really jealous.
Song Anan stewed a lot of mutton and ate it for two meals.
The next day, Song Anan borrowed the kitchen under the pretext of going out to sell goods, but actually he was planning to go out to sell the goods.
Just like yesterday, I went to the space cabin first.
After entering the house, Song Anan stewed a pot of chicken soup.
Yesterday we stewed lamb, today we stewed old hens, we always have to change the way we cook.
While the chicken soup was cooking, Song Anan changed her clothes and went to the black market.
Song Anan first went to the home of the aunt who had replaced her imperial green jewelry yesterday.
If you get good things from others, you should always give them more food.
Song Anan sent a lot this time, filling bags with 200 kilograms of rice and 100 kilograms of flour.
One pound of bacon and one pound of sausage.
Two air-dried chickens.
There are ten eggs.
Thirty salted duck eggs.
These are easier to preserve, so I can give more away.
Song Anan only took two kilograms of fresh meat, which was not convenient to preserve for too long, and then took a chicken.
My aunt lived in a dilapidated alley in a very bad environment. Her real home was probably not here, but she was arranged to live here later.
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