The next day at school, while doing morning exercises, Ye Qingqing and Tang Yuanyuan vividly described the braised pork and bamboo shoot soup they had the day before.
"It's so delicious it's making my teeth fall out. It's incredibly delicious. But Yuanyuan, you're wrong. Other people also use chicken to make broth and add ham. It's not just your dad who does it this way."
Ye Qingqing questioned this, pointing out that Tang Bao's braised pork and bamboo shoot soup also included ham and chicken, and tasted delicious.
She thought that all the chefs of Hangzhou cuisine probably stewed pickled bamboo shoots and pork belly like this. When Tangyuan was little, she didn't understand and thought that only her father would make it that way, and she thought that her father's cooking was the best!
It's perfectly understandable for a daughter to admire her father!
"Others might add ham and chicken, but the taste can never compare to my dad's. All the braised pork and bamboo shoot soup in the world combined can't compare to my dad's!"
Tang Yuanyuan, unlike her usual timid self, spoke with great determination.
"When my dad comes back, I'll have him cook this for you himself, and you'll see the difference. You could drink it all away and get your teeth wet!"
Facts speak louder than words. No matter how much you say, as long as Dad comes home and stews a pot of braised pork and bamboo shoots, Qingqing will definitely drink it until her teeth fall out!
"It'll grow back after it falls off!"
Ye Qingqing blurted out, then laughed, "That's what the uncle who treated me to dinner yesterday said. I said it was so delicious it would make my teeth fall out, and he said they would grow back."
Tang Yuanyuan's eyes suddenly reddened, and she sniffed. "My dad used to say the same thing when I was little, but I haven't heard him speak for eight years. Qingqing, will my dad never come back?"
My father's household registration has been revoked. My grandparents said before they passed away that my father would not come back. My mother, stepfather, and my father's old friends all said that my father would not come back.
She was the only one in the whole world who insisted on believing that her father was still alive and would definitely come home!
Ye Qingqing put her arm around her shoulder and comforted her, "You'll definitely come back. By the way, did you post any missing person notices before?"
Tang Yuanyuan nodded. "Grandpa and Grandma were advertised in the newspaper for a year, but there was no news at all."
Ye Qingqing thought for a moment and said, "Maybe your dad wasn't in Pingjiang City at that time. Why don't we post it again? Your dad will see it then!"
Posting a missing person notice again after eight years is extremely unlikely, but it might offer some comfort to Tang Yuanyuan.
Tang Yuanyuan's eyes lit up. "Okay, I'll take the day off tomorrow to go to the newspaper office."
"No need. Lu Mo's third aunt works at the newspaper. Give me your father's information, preferably with a photo, and I'll give it to her later."
Tangyuan was in a dilemma. "It's a bit hard to find photos. I can't find any photos of my dad at home. My mom said that seeing these things would make her sad, so she put all of my dad's photos away."
"Then ask your mom..."
Ye Qingqing swallowed the word "want". Tang Yuanyuan's mother, Wen Sumei, was a complete scoundrel. If Tang Yuanyuan asked for the photos, she would definitely get a beating. She quickly said, "Don't ask your mother for them. Look for them secretly. Search in the cabinets, desk drawers, and everything. You might find them!"
"Okay, I'll go look for it when I get home."
Tang Yuanyuan nodded, her eyes sparkling. She suddenly had a feeling that this time... Dad might really come back!
"Okay, take your time finding the photos. First, tell me your father's name and age, and I'll have my aunt publish a simple ad in the newspaper. Once you have the photos, you can add them!"
"Tang Baobao, 45 years old, 175 cm tall, round face, speaks very slowly, with a Pingjiang accent..." Tang Yuanyuan said slowly.
Ye Qingqing twitched her lips. Tangyuanyuan, Tangbaobao, they're all related to food. I guess Tangyuanyuan's future children will all be named dumplings and steamed buns!
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