"Hey, I told you long ago, if you can think of something, what can't your sister think of?" Shui Qing said, trying to flatter herself.
A smile immediately spread across Hu Wenhua's rugged face.
The others at the table looked at each other as if they had discovered something extraordinary, then swallowed hard and silently buried their heads in their rice.
Hu's mother felt her heart pounding with joy.
Good heavens, could Wen Hua be... could she be in love with Jia Jia?
But he's not good enough for Jiajia.
Yes, Zhang Chunhua had her eye on Wenhua before, and she thought Zhang Chunhua wasn't good enough, but that was in comparison to Zhang Chunhua. Now that it's Jiajia, the gap between Wenhua and Jiajia is even bigger than the gap between Wenhua and Zhang Chunhua!
It's understandable if Jiajia doesn't like Wenhua, but if Wenhua sets such high standards all at once, will he be able to find a satisfactory girl in the future?
Hu's mother, who had previously worried that her son hadn't found a girl he liked, is now worried again.
Hu Wenhua was oblivious to the unusual atmosphere at the table, his mind preoccupied with the thought that Jiajia was moving in!
In the days that followed, he would see her many, many times, morning and evening.
Thinking of the concern Jiajia showed him when she visited him last time, he felt his heart was about to burst out of his chest. At least Jiajia didn't ignore him.
Even if she doesn't like him now, as long as he cares about her, she still has hope.
Maybe she'll start to like me someday...
After dinner, Shuiqing prepared a bowl of kudzu root powder for her family.
She brewed it in front of everyone.
First, mix a small spoonful of water, then pour in boiling water and stir quickly until it becomes transparent. You can add sugar or not.
Each step was demonstrated carefully and meticulously.
"How about trying it? It can be used as a staple food in the future."
Everyone quickly used their own bowls and spoons to scoop the prepared kudzu root powder from the large basin.
The younger child added a small spoonful of sugar to the bowl and stirred it well, while the older Mrs. Hu ate it directly without adding sugar. She was pleasantly surprised by how it melted in her mouth and had a delicate fragrance, praising it repeatedly: "Mmm, delicious! Even better than cornmeal porridge."
Needless to say, the black flour is fine, but this kudzu root powder is even smoother than cornmeal porridge!
Butcher Hu didn't add sugar either—sugar is too precious, and who would use sugar to accompany food that's meant to fill their stomach?
He took a big gulp from the bowl, unable to hide his smile. "Delicious! It's just that it takes so many kilograms to get one kilogram. It's such a waste to just drink it like this. It would be much more practical to add some vegetables and wild greens and cook a big pot of it!"
Mother Hu slapped her husband on the back and laughed, "That's the soup my daughter was talking about."
My daughter made a minced meat and tofu soup before, saying she used some kind of starch to thicken it. Later, she made another one with coriander. Now that the head of the household is talking about how to cook wild vegetables, I suppose it can be made with this kudzu root powder.
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