Chapter 258 Tofu Soup is Delicious
Two children were whispering to each other while the adults were all seated.
When Rong Bing, Rong Yan'an, and Chen Yu heard that the two dishes and the soup were made by Bao Ya, they simply ignored the whole table of delicious dishes.
The four of them scrambled to grab the braised lion's head and squirrel fish made by Baoya, and the Wensi tofu soup was even divided up by the four adults.
After Rong He finished talking to Bao Ya, he looked at the table and found that the small casserole containing Sheng Wensi's tofu soup was empty.
"Grandpa, Dad, Mom, where is mine?" Rong He pointed at the empty casserole with a look of grievance.
"It's just a bowl of tofu soup, nothing special." Rong Bing stroked his beard with his hand, looking nonchalant.
After saying that, he picked up the bowl and drank a mouthful of the delicious tofu soup happily. If Rong He hadn't been watching, he would probably have sighed after finishing it.
Shen Yu was even more direct. While scooping the tofu soup from the bowl with a spoon, she said to Rong He, "Oh, mother forgot about you just now."
She said she forgot, but her actions showed no intention of giving Rong He any drink.
Old Madam Rong seemed to find Rong He's bitter face very interesting.
While she was drinking the tofu soup in her bowl in big gulps, she would look up from time to time at Rong He who was sitting there with longing eyes.
He even deliberately boasted, "Ruoruo made this, it's delicious!"
Rong He: ...
He finally turned his pitiful little face towards Rong Yan'an.
Fortunately, Rong Yan'an still loves his only son very much.
He scooped a few spoonfuls from his own bowl and gave them to Rong He, then said, "Ran Ran's cooking skills are really good. Try it and learn from him later."
"Ran Ran is four years younger than you, and she can already cook so well. What else do you do besides burying yourself in the herb pile all day?"
Rong He: ...
His hand holding the spoon froze in mid-air, and the tofu soup in the spoon suddenly lost its fragrance.
"Dad," Rong He said helplessly, "I'm studying medicine so hard just to inherit grandpa's medical skills."
"You and mother are devoted to the martial arts school and the escort agency, and uncle and aunt are busy with business all day long. This heavy burden will fall on my little shoulders."
"Pfft," Rong Bing laughed at his words. "He'er is right. None of you are interested in studying medicine. I can only teach He'er all I have learned and understood in my life."
As he said this, his eyes swept over Baoya.
Baoya is so smart and talented, in fact, he somewhat hopes that Baoya can study medicine with him together with Ronghe.
However, the little girl didn't notice it and was still concentrating on eating a piece of sweet and sour spare ribs.
Watching her carefully chewing the meat off the spareribs cleanly and sucking off the soup on the bones, Rong Bing sighed softly.
Forget it, his son Ranran might be more talented in eating and cooking.
Wensi Tofu Soup is a tofu soup made with tender tofu, daylily, fungus and other ingredients. It is delicious and tasty but not very greasy.
The three of them drank tofu soup while taking turns to pick up the two dishes made by Baoya with their chopsticks.
Rong Bing is usually very particular about his food and eats his own medicinal food for three meals a day, but today, after tasting the braised lion's head made by Bao Ya, he couldn't help but eat a few more bites.
This braised lion's head is made with minced pork with a mixture of fat and lean meat, combined with water chestnuts, mushrooms and other ingredients. It is made into meatballs, which are first fried and then boiled.
The aroma is so fragrant after it comes out of the pot that it will make you salivate just by smelling it.
“This smell…!”
Rong Bing took a few bites of the braised lion's head and his eyes lit up.
This braised lion's head dish is particularly classic. The mellow and fragrant meat pieces have absorbed enough juice. The meat is tender and soft, with just the right amount of saltiness and fragrance, and is particularly delicious.
He remembered the taste. He had eaten it at a palace banquet in his early years when he was still working in the palace.
Later, he resigned from his official position and never ate such delicious braised lion's head again.
"Ran Ran, how do you make this braised lion's head?"
Baoya tilted her head and recalled the formula that Zhu Qi had told her when he taught her.
The answer was, "70% lean, 30% fat, finely chopped and roughly chopped into pieces the size of rice grains. There should be gaps between the meat so that it can hold the juice and be flavorful."
Rong Bing's eyes showed unconcealed admiration: "Ran Ran's cooking skills are probably not inferior to those of the chef at Yupin Pavilion. Even if he doesn't want to go to college in the future, he still has a skill that can help him open a restaurant or something."
"My grandfather told me, 'How do you know... I want to open a restaurant in the future?'"
The little girl's mouth was stuffed with food, and she became excited when she heard Rong He's words.
Rong Bing looked at her like a little squirrel hoarding food and smiled helplessly: "Because you have talent."
Baoya likes to hear Rong Bing praise her talent in cooking, and her eyes are curved with a smile.
Everyone was very satisfied with the meal, and there was not a single drop left over from the two dishes and one soup Baoya made.
Perhaps because the dishes cooked by Baoya were very tasty, Mrs. Rong ate half a bowl of rice more than usual.
After eating, she burped and began to feel sleepy again, so Honghong and Qingqing helped her back to the bedroom to rest.
Mrs. Rong held the chubby porcelain doll that Baoya won from the game of tossing pots in her arms and waved to Baoya obediently.
"Ruoruo, I'm going to bed. You should go to bed early too. We'll play together tomorrow!"
Baoya nodded: "Okay, grandma, you should have a good rest."
After settling Mrs. Rong down, Honghong and Qingqing came out to clear the table.
Rong Bing still had to make medicine for Old Madam Rong. Bao Ya greeted him and left with Rong Yan'an, Chen Yu, and Rong He.
However, Baoya went back to her room in the east wing to rest, while Rong Yanan and his family went back to the west garden.
In the east wing, Honghong had thoughtfully helped her light the candlesticks in advance, and the dancing flames emitted a warm yellow glow.
Baoya took off her jacket and skirt, leaving only the thin undergarment underneath. The room was warm, with a charcoal brazier burning and a warm hot water bottle in the quilt.
She sat against the bed rail and began to think silently about the content about the manta ray in "Classic of Mountains and Seas".
At this time, Honghong's deliberately lowered voice sounded from the outer room:
"Are you asleep, young lady?"
"Sister Honghong, I'm awake." Baoya replied.
Honghong went into the inner room, took out a book from her arms and handed it to Baoya.
"Young lady, I have found the Classic of Mountains and Seas for you."
Baoya took the book and smiled sweetly at Honghong: "Thank you, Sister Honghong."
"It's okay." Honghong liked it very much and didn't think anything of it.
She lit a few more candles for Baoya and placed them on the bedside table. Then she reminded her, "If you feel sleepy, go to bed. Staying up late will hurt your eyes."
"Yeah." Baoya nodded, "Sister Honghong should also go to bed early."
Honghong responded and retreated.
Baoya opened the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" and started reading the part about the manta ray.
She read it over and over again, and even recited it in a low voice. But after a while, she tilted her head and fell asleep.
Honghong was waiting outside and hurried in when she heard the noise.
She held Baoya in her arms and laid her down, took the book from her hand, and tucked in the corner of the quilt.
"The young lady is too hardworking."
Honghong glanced at the sleeping Xiaobaoya, then looked at the book in her hand and sighed.
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