Chapter 35: Finally Eating Potatoes and Braised Pork
On the way back, Zhong Qiao enjoyed the cool breeze for a while and was still thinking about countermeasures.
In my previous life, I had smartphones that allowed me to find any information I wanted. Unfortunately, I have fallen behind the times. I work hard to raise two children and don’t know how to use the phones that young people use.
But once, she saw an expert's introduction to this subject on her colleague's mobile phone.
It means that this kind of family recessive genetic disease mainly depends on who the source is, the man or the woman.
Zhong Qiao thought about it and realized that since the female comrade who took the statement said it was Zhou Ping and Xu Xiucheng, it must be Zhou Ping who brought them.
Obviously, not all children will get this genetic disease. After all, Xu Shaojun and Xu Lili were fine in their previous lives.
In that case, Wanwan can still be saved.
Zhong Qiao's expression relaxed slightly, and he looked at Zhong's father again, feeling a little worried. He had originally wanted to find out the cause of Zhong's father's illness first, and then find a chance to give him a physical examination. Now that something like this had happened, it really added fuel to the fire.
She almost wished she could split herself into two people.
When he got home, Zhong Siqi had already finished school. He picked up Zhong Siwan from Mrs. Qian's house, and the two of them were having fun in the yard.
Because he almost got sick when he took Zhong Siwan to pick flowers in the yard last time, Zhong Qiao has strictly forbade him to take Zhong Siwan out to get some fresh air.
This time, Zhong Siqi saw the figures of Zhong's father and others, and immediately hugged Zhong Siwan and ran back to the room like lightning.
When Zhong Qiao opened the door, she saw him reading a book with a serious look on his face.
Zhong Siwan drooled and waved her hands at the air innocently, her little hands as pink as fat lotus roots.
"That's enough." Zhong Qiao swatted the book from his hand without even giving him a disdainful look. "You better pretend to be decent."
Zhong Siqi leaned forward, quickly grabbed the book, looked at it again and again, and said with certainty: "No, sister, I didn't hold the book upside down. How do you know I was pretending?"
"I lied to you." Zhong Qiao spread his hands.
Zhong Siqi, holding a book: "......"
"You two, stop messing around."
Mother Zhong was speechless.
The big and small ones make a fuss as soon as they get home. All day long, one studies while the other competes with the Xu family in wits and courage, and they don't even feel tired.
"Mom, I didn't make a fuss. It was my sister who played tricks on me first." Zhong Siqi looked aggrieved.
Zhong Qiao ignored him and turned to hug Zhong Siwan.
Mother Zhong frowned and said, "Stop barking like a dog and go to the backyard to pick some onions. We're having braised pork tonight."
Zhong Siqi's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Really? Our family won't be monks today?"
He has been eating snake melon for every meal these days, and even his burps taste like snake melon.
Usually, those good things are left for his sister to nourish her body. Although his sister will share some with him, he is still growing and can eat a lot, so that small portion is not enough.
Now, when mom makes braised pork, each family member will be able to get several pieces.
Mother Zhong smiled proudly and teased him before leaving: "If you were any slower, I would change my mind and make snake gourd soup."
Zhong Siqi was suddenly startled. Recalling the dinner table dominated by snake melon, his stomach churned. His face changed faster than turning the pages of a book, and he immediately rushed out the door.
Isn’t it just pulling onions?
He is the best at pulling out.
He must eat braised pork today no matter what.
Zhong Qiao waited until he left, closed the door, pulled the curtains, half-took off her underwear, and fed Zhong Siwan.
Even though I have become a mother, this body is still my younger self.
Zhong Qiao has almost forgotten how to breastfeed.
At this point, it's like holding a grenade and you don't know how to hold it.
Her body is currently in the stage of milk blockage, and she feels swollen and painful when Zhong Siwan sucks her with his small mouth. Not only does she not feel relieved by the sucking, but the pain is unbearable, as if a knife is cutting there.
It was as if what he was sucking was not breast milk, but Zhong Qiao's blood.
Zhong Qiao frowned and looked up at the mirror in the wardrobe.
These days, under the careful care of Zhong's mother, her complexion has improved a lot.
Can……
For some reason, I often have a fever at night, especially with unbearable swelling and pain.
These aftereffects of childbirth had occurred in her previous life, but Zhong Qiao always thought it was because she didn't get enough nutrition and suffered from postpartum illness.
In this life, I am being served with delicious food and drinks at home. Logically, this shouldn't be the case...
After enduring the pain to feed Zhong Siwan, Zhong Qiao's forehead was already sweating.
When she pulled her clothes up, Zhong Siwan was still smacking her pink little mouth, her eyes were round, black, and rolling around with a particularly lively look.
Seeing Zhong Qiao, she giggled.
"Wanwan, Wanwan."
Zhong Qiao immediately forgot the pain she had felt before, and kissed the child gently again and again, calling her name over and over again as if she was greedy.
"Wanwan, Mom will definitely protect you."
Zhong Siwan opened her big, innocent eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, and she seemed to be sensitive to Zhong Qiao's words, and smiled even more happily.
Zhong Siqi picked the onions in the backyard and rushed to the kitchen. Before entering the door, he was suddenly stopped by Mrs. Qian.
"Siqi, Siqi!"
Mrs. Qian stood in the snow, looking plump and wrapped in an apron. Her hands were covered in flour, her big face was rosy, and her brows were filled with the kindness of an elder.
"Siqi, what are you doing pulling onions? The snow is slippery, don't run so fast, or you might fall."
Zhong Siqi immediately slowed down his pace, scratched his head and smiled foolishly: "Sister Qian, our family is going to make braised pork today, and my mother asked me to come to the backyard to pick onions."
"Red-braised pork!" Mrs. Qian's eyes lit up, and she gave a thumbs-up covered in flour. "Your mother really knows how to cook! Come on, Mrs. Qian will give you some potatoes. It will be delicious when you eat it with the other food."
After saying that, she went into the house, grabbed a few big potatoes, walked over, and stuffed them into Zhong Siqi's arms.
Zhong Siqi was young and didn't understand the ways of the world. When he saw the potatoes, he thought about stewing them with the braised pork, and his mouth immediately watered. He immediately used his clothes as a pocket to catch the potatoes, and didn't forget to say thank you.
"Thank you, Mrs. Qian. My dad loves potatoes the most."
Mrs. Qian smiled until her eyes narrowed into crescents: "Alright, greedy boy, you're talking as if you don't like to eat."
Zhong Siqi smiled embarrassedly.
"Hey?" Mrs. Qian asked again, "Where are your grandparents? They've been in the countryside for so long, when will they be back?"
Zhong Siqi got a headache when he heard them: "Not yet, they said it would take a month, maybe soon."
"You, you wish your grandfather and your cousins would not come back." Mrs. Qian saw his little expression and couldn't help but find it funny.
"Can you blame me for that? They are the ones who gossip about my sister." Zhong Siqi muttered softly with a face full of grievance.
"If they come back, the house will be in turmoil again."
Mrs. Qian patted his shoulder and said earnestly, "Good boy, life will always get through this. When you finish your studies and start a family, everything will be fine. Then I can buy your parents a big house, and they won't have to endure this anymore."
Zhong Siqi nodded heavily in response, and then said, "Sister Qian, I have to go back first. My mother is waiting anxiously."
"Go ahead." Mrs. Qian wiped her apron and smiled kindly.
Zhong Siqi ran to the kitchen with potatoes in his arms.
Mr. Zhong is responsible for washing rice and cooking.
Mother Zhong cut the meat into mahjong-sized pieces and began to make syrup to make it easier to color the meat.
Since there was no rock sugar at home, I used brown sugar as a substitute. I fried it until the sugar color turned reddish-brown, then added star anise, chili pepper and other ingredients. After frying the meat, I added hot water to cover the pork belly.
Zhong Siqi suddenly appeared from the stove, holding potatoes and showing them to Mother Zhong: "Mom, these are all given by Sister Qian."
"Ouch!" The spatula in Mrs. Zhong's hand shook, and she turned pale with fear.
When she saw that it was her eldest son, she patted her chest speechlessly: "Zhong Siqi, are you trying to scare your mother to death?"
Zhong Siqi complained quietly: "Mom, are you made of glass? You're too fragile."
This complaint and the "got what I wanted" earned Zhong's mother a slap in the face.
Mother Zhong picked up the potato and looked at it again and again. She liked it very much: "It looks so good. Did you say thank you when you took the things from Sister Qian?"
Zhong Siqi covered his arm with his hands, his face full of flattery: "Of course, no matter whose son he is."
"A meal of braised pork has flattered you like this? Stop it, I won't fall for it." Mother Zhong rolled her eyes, but she felt very pleased in her heart.
"I'll send some lard to your sister Qian later." She thought for a moment and then reminded him.
After all, it’s not good to always take other people’s things. Reciprocity is the right thing to do.
"Okay." Zhong Siqi's mind was full of braised pork, and he nodded absentmindedly.
Mother Zhong continued to stew the braised pork and added potatoes in the middle.
After half a minute, they opened the lid of the pot, and white mist filled the air. The whole room was filled with the aroma of meat, which made Mr. Zhong and his wife so greedy that they started drooling.
Mother Zhong poked it with chopsticks, added some salt, stirred it with a spatula, sprinkled with chopped green onions, and the braised pork with potatoes was ready.
Serve.
The potatoes and braised pork lay glossy in the soup, and the fat part had been stewed into transparent collagen.
Each piece is shiny and oily, fat but not greasy, and it seems to melt when you poke it with chopsticks.
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