As soon as I opened the door, a rich aroma wafted out.
Su Qingzhi stepped forward and reached out to lift the pot lid.
Immediately, a hot and enticing aroma wafted up.
This pot of soup was pheasant soup that she started simmering in the evening.
After simmering over low heat for an afternoon, the chicken was tender and flavorful, and the broth was clear and rich.
The aroma wafted through the steam, making one's mouth water.
"Sister-in-law..."
Looking at the pot of steaming delicious food, Shen Mingyu's voice trembled slightly.
"I left a portion for your brother. You can eat as much as you want. I'll be happy if you finish it all."
Su Qingzhi smiled and bent down to ladle out the soup. After scooping out half a stewed pheasant, she took the bowl and left.
Behind them, Shen Mingyu and Shen Xingxing stared intently at the still-smelling pot, their eyes almost too close to blink.
They quickly gathered around the table, sat down, and started eating.
The aroma of meat followed Su Qingzhi back to her and Shen Cunpu's room.
A warm atmosphere filled the small space.
She gently put down the bowl, her eyes filled with tenderness and caution, and said softly, "This is chicken soup I specially made for you. It will help you recover."
Shen Cunpu smelled the aroma and involuntarily swallowed, his throat bobbing slightly as his gaze was drawn to the bowl of hot soup.
He didn't refuse her kindness, but instead reached out and tore off a piece of chicken.
He carefully placed the piece to Su Qingzhi's slightly parted lips and said gently, "Wife, you've worked hard. Why don't you take a bite first?"
The two looked at each other through the light of the kerosene lamp.
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