Rong Qing stepped out of her grandmother's arms, smiled sweetly, took the bowl, picked up the poached egg and passed it to her grandmother's mouth:
"I'll eat it with milk. I haven't exercised all day and my head is dizzy, but I'm not that hungry. One egg is enough, otherwise it will be wasted."
The grandmother, who had been somewhat reluctant, looked at her with a hint of doting and opened her mouth.
In this way, the grandfather and grandson finished a bowl of brown sugar eggs in a very warm atmosphere on this ordinary night.
Perhaps it was because she was already ill and the discomfort brought on by her rebirth, Rong Qing's eyelids began to twitch after eating the brown sugar eggs. Her grandmother coaxed her to sleep and considerately tucked the quilt in for her.
Before leaving, he reached out and touched her forehead to make sure the temperature was normal before leaving.
Perhaps because his emotions were released, Rong Qing slept soundly in the second half of the night.
Early the next morning, Rong Qing heard the crowing of the big rooster that her grandmother had raised in a daze. Due to her biological clock, she woke up instantly and sat up suddenly from the bed. Her slightly swollen eyes flashed with a moment of haziness, and then became extremely clear and indifferent.
She quickly changed her clothes, paused for a moment before going out, and finally turned back to take out the rabbit fur hat and knitted gloves that her grandmother had made for her this year from the mahogany cabinet and put them on.
After resting last night, Rong Qing no longer felt any discomfort. Perhaps it was the benefit of rebirth that brought back her strong physique from her previous life. Now, one of her powerful punches could kill a cow.
As she thought about it, surprise flashed in her eyes. Was it possible that her biggest trump card from her previous life had also come in? Before she had time to think about it, the moment she opened the door, a biting cold wind hit her face, making her shiver uncontrollably. Her neck shrank uncontrollably, and the air she exhaled almost condensed into tiny pieces of ice!
He pulled his cotton coat closer and quickened his pace towards the kitchen. Since he had completely adapted to his body, the memories of his previous life had returned and become extremely clear. He was able to do things with ease. He lit a fire and boiled water in one go, and filled four large thermoses with hot water.
Rong Qing turned and went to the storage room, opened one of the large porcelain jars, and took out four bright orange sticky rice dumplings. Now, there were only himself and his grandmother living in the large courtyard of this green brick and tile house, so two dumplings for each of them were enough.
I went back to the kitchen, grabbed a handful of millet from the wooden cabinet, washed it in the enamel basin that I had prepared long ago, poured it all into the pot, put a sieve on it to steam the bean curd, and covered the pot.
He squatted down and added some firewood that had been chopped long ago into the stove. After thinking for a while, he went to the storage room again. When he came back, he had two big, white salted goose eggs in his hand, which he cooked in the pot.
She missed this taste so much. Her grandmother's attainments in food were truly unmatched. At least that's what she thought, having eaten the world's finest delicacies and attended dozens of state banquets.
In my lonely previous life, I missed my grandmother's craftsmanship countless nights, and tried to replicate it from memory countless times, but after all, it is difficult to depict the bones of a dragon or a tiger, and what I made always felt like it was just an appearance without a soul.
Suddenly, my grandmother's voice came from behind:
"Why are you up so early? It's not even daylight yet. You're still staying in bed in this cold weather. Why don't you take care of yourself? Look at you, why are you wearing so little?
I made you a new cotton-padded jacket this year, using two silver fox furs for the lining. It's definitely going to be very warm."
Rong Qing walked up to her grandmother and hugged her arm, acting like a spoiled child:
"Oh, grandma, I've been lying down for a few days now, and my body is numb. I haven't felt sleepy at all after sleeping for several days. I want to get up and exercise so that my body will be in better shape."
He turned around and jumped twice as he said this: "Look, I'm fine now. I'm absolutely healthy."
Grandma looked at her hesitantly to confirm: "Are you really okay? Are you feeling well?"
Rong Qing shook her head: "No, hehe, I just really miss grandma's cooking. I always feel like there is no fat in my stomach."
Grandma Rong also indulged her and asked, "What does grandma's little greedy cat want to eat? I'll make it for you at noon."
Speaking of eating, Rong Qing becomes more excited. Actually, she is not a greedy person, but she has already given up on love and tasted the bitterness of love and decided not to touch that thing again. She has to find other ways to make up for it: such as eating something better, right?
What's the most cherished heritage of this vast nation of flower-growing people? Food alone is undeniable! Rong Qing has become a bona fide foodie. To be more precise, she's quite picky, with a bit of gourmet potential.
Seeing that his grandmother agreed, he nodded happily and started to list the dishes without any hesitation. He spoke more fluently than singing.
Grandma Rong listened to the list of dish names coming out of that rosy little mouth, and the key point was that she didn't even change her tone?
It's been almost five minutes, and this, this, not to mention how it is humanly possible to not breathe, it's just this, this, the name of the dish makes her laugh and cry, it's not that she doesn't know how to cook.
After all, she grew up eating meals cooked by the imperial chef. Out of interest and the education on female virtues she received since childhood, she wanted to be a good wife and mother to her family, so she followed the imperial chef to learn.
Grandma definitely has some talent. Not only that, she really managed to outshine the master chef. Not only that, she also learned all the dishes from the thick cookbooks that the chef taught her.
Palace cuisine, private cuisine, eight generations of cuisine, I am not bragging, if it were not for the limitations of the times, the shortage of supplies, and the lack of ingredients, all these would have greatly affected her space for performance.
Otherwise, you can definitely make three different meals every day for a year!
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