Kids love steamed pork knuckle until it's soft and tender, something most elders would do. After tasting it a couple of times and figuring out what it was like, I left the dish untouched and saved it for the kids.
Although the children were at an age where they were mischievous and greedy, they were all well-educated and would not be selfish and only care about eating themselves.
He scooped out the tender pork knuckle with a spoon and gave it to his grandparents and parents before starting to eat himself.
It must be said that for a family to have a pure family tradition, it really requires outstanding elders to set a good example in order to raise their children and grandchildren well.
Although her parents each had their own minor flaws, they had done a very good job in terms of character, values, and family education.
Even though the original owner of this body was spoiled and became somewhat selfish, vain, and willful, these traits were only directed outwards. She was still very good to her parents, brothers, and nephews, and was a kind and filial person at heart.
She felt very fortunate to have come into such a family.
"Mom, Xin'er wants to eat shredded potatoes."
Luo Xin was too small to reach, so Xiao Yunying picked up some shredded potatoes and scooped two spoonfuls of pork knuckle with skin onto her plate.
"Mom, you should eat some meat too."
"Mother has already eaten, Xin'er can eat by herself."
"Mother, you've only taken one bite."
"You forgot that Mom is trying to lose weight. Eating too much will make you fat, which is bad for your health."
Luo Xin picked up a few shredded potatoes from the plate and put them into Xiao Yunying's bowl: "Then Mother, eat more vegetables."
Upon seeing this, Mu Lianrong muttered to herself, "It wasn't a waste of time to raise this little thing."
A whole pork knuckle, and soon only the bone in the middle was left.
Xiao Yunying was worried that the children would overeat and get sick: "Be careful with your food intake. If anyone gets sick from overeating, they won't get any of the delicious food I make in the future."
"I know, Auntie, you've said that so many times."
"We won't get full." Even if we are, we won't say so.
"Auntie, what should I do if I want to eat your cooking in the future?"
Xiao Yunying teased the children, "What's wrong? Is the food your mother and grandmother cook not good?"
Xiao Chunlei, quick-witted, said, "It's delicious, but Grandma and Mom only know how to make what Auntie taught us. Auntie must have taught us things she didn't."
Xiao Yunsong gave his son a thumbs up: "Good son, you know how to talk."
Mu Lianrong glared at him: "You think everyone is like you? And your second brother, he's a blockhead, doesn't get it, speaks without thinking, and then tries to cover it up afterwards."
Xiao Yunsong dared not speak and focused on eating.
Xiao Yunying smiled and said, "Come as soon as you want to eat your aunt's cooking. If you're craving snacks, your aunt will also make them for you."
But you must not accept or eat food from strangers, especially when you are alone. Don't let them get close; turn around and run away, and don't listen to what they say, understand?
Xiao Shanhai has been going to the city a lot lately to buy materials for the greenhouse. He must have heard something about it: "Girl, did Young Master Chen say anything to you?"
Mu Lianrong asked, puzzled, "What happened?"
After Xiao Yunying finished eating six potstickers, she ladled some soup into her bowl:
"It wasn't him who said it, it was Sister Cheng Yue who said it. Recently, not only have young women and children gone missing in the city, but several children have also gone missing in the villages south of the city."
Mu Lianrong asked in surprise, "A kidnapper has appeared in the city?"
"Yes, I heard that seven or eight young girls and more than a dozen children have gone missing in just over two months. Dad, you should talk to the village chief and ask him to remind every household to keep an eye on their children. It's almost the end of the year, and we don't want any more trouble to happen."
"I'll go tell him in a bit."
Xiao Yunying controlled her food intake, finishing her meal first and putting down her chopsticks. She then served food to Luo Xin and chatted with her sister-in-law about how the dishes for tonight were prepared.
After they had almost finished eating, they went to the kitchen to boil water and brewed a tea with hawthorn slices, green tea, and rock sugar to aid digestion and cut through the greasiness.
While she was making tea, her family finished their meal and cleared the table.
The food was all eaten up. Zhang was washing the dishes and chopsticks when Xiao Yunying took some oil paper and wrapped up the leftover potstickers, telling her mother to take them back later and reheat them for breakfast.
"Mom, you can't heat potstickers with steamed buns, or the skin won't be crispy. Fry them in a little oil first."
"Keep it for yourself. This is enough for you and the kids to eat tomorrow morning."
“My nephews like to eat it, let’s take some back for them.”
Xiao Yunying offered them hawthorn tea while she packed up things to take back to her mother.
The tea tree mushrooms filled a small cloth bag, on top of which were chicken bouillon wrapped in oil paper and various spices such as star anise and cinnamon.
Pack up all the snacks the villagers gave us, and let my second sister-in-law take them home tomorrow; she really can't finish so many.
There were too many eggs; I gave her mother two baskets of them.
There was no excuse to bring out the rest.
It was already dark, and Mu Lianrong said she had to go back. Xiao Yunying took out her things:
"Mom, these are seasonings and such. There are tea tree mushrooms at the bottom. They can be soaked like any other mushrooms and used for stir-frying or stewing chicken."
I have too many eggs; I can't finish them all, so don't let them go bad. Take two baskets back with you. Second sister-in-law, could you please go back to your parents' house tomorrow and ask about the kiln firing for me? Take these things, but please have my nephew bring the baskets back to me; it's the only one I have.”
Mu Lianrong didn't know what to say to her daughter: "You spend so much money on treating people to meals without feeling the pinch, but you're already thinking about a simple basket. I'll have your father weave you a few more, and some wicker baskets and such, so you can use them to your heart's content."
"That's wonderful, thank you, Dad."
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