"Then be a little baby for once, and let Daddy carry you over to eat." Yuan Doudou winked at An Rong, telling him to give Anji more attention and not let him feel neglected.
It's difficult for parents to treat all their children equally. Sometimes parents think they're doing a good job and giving their children equal love, but in the details, the children may feel the difference in treatment.
Actually, there was a misunderstanding between the two parties. Parents always love their youngest child more. It's not that they intentionally show favoritism, but rather that the youngest child needs more care, which is undeniable. However, people's energy is limited. If more love is given to the younger child, then naturally less love will be given to the older child.
An Rong waited for him to put on his shoes and socks, then stretched out his hands and looked at him firmly: "Come on, Daddy will hug you."
Seeing his father bend down and stretch out his arms, waiting for him to fall into his embrace, he became shy and a little embarrassed. He was not a baby anymore; he had hands and feet and could walk on his own. Why should his father carry him?
Father is already busy enough all day. Wouldn't it be adding to his burden to make him go through the trouble of carrying me?
He hesitated, his legs feeling like they were made of lead, unable to move.
An Rong noticed his thoughtfulness, so she stepped forward, pinched his armpit, lifted him up, and held him high by his bottom.
Angie burst into laughter, her smile as bright and beautiful as a blooming flower.
"Are you happy?" An Rong asked.
Angie nodded emphatically. He loved being held by his father. His father's arms were so strong that he could lift him up very high, as if he had really grown taller.
This long-lost joy made him feel like the happiest person in the world, and his father's embrace was warm and comforting.
Lu Xi came out of the kitchen and happened to see this heartwarming scene. His eyes instantly welled up with tears. If he ever found his parents, he would want his father to hold him like this.
Thinking of this, he smiled helplessly and said, "I'm so big now, even if Daddy wanted to carry me, he couldn't."
"What father? What can't I carry anymore?" Huang Rong followed him out and heard him talking to himself.
Lu Xi snapped out of her daze, blushed, and shook her head. "It's nothing, let's eat."
Huang Rong was completely confused. Why was this person always acting so mysteriously? She wanted to learn how to cook from him, but he always said he didn't know how. Yet, he was the one who stir-fried the shredded potatoes that morning, along with green and red peppers, making the shredded potatoes look glossy and oily.
Anji sat quietly at the table, drinking a bowl of millet porridge with brown sugar in it. It was sweet and delicious, but unfortunately there was only one bowl. It was leftover from what his father made for his mother; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to drink a single bowl.
An Rong walked over and saw that the millet porridge in his bowl hadn't decreased much, so she assumed he didn't like it. "Anji, if you don't want millet porridge, there's corn porridge here."
As he spoke, An Rong handed over a bowl of corn porridge, which was bright yellow and looked a lot like millet porridge. However, he didn't like corn porridge, probably because the cornmeal was too coarse and a bit rough on his throat. It wasn't as comfortable as millet porridge.
“Daddy, I like to drink millet porridge,” Anji said obediently.
"Why are you drinking so slowly? It'll get cold if you don't finish it soon." It won't taste good when it gets cold.
Anji wanted to say that he was reluctant to drink it, but he was afraid that his father would be sad about it, so he simply made up a reason: "I want to savor its taste slowly. My mother said that we should eat slowly and elegantly, and savor it carefully."
Everyone at the table was amused by his serious demeanor. These were words that a four-year-old child shouldn't be saying; they sounded quite novel.
However, it's not surprising if Dou Dou taught him; Dou Dou often comes out with things I've never heard before.
"Okay, eat slowly. Daddy will cook another bowl for you tomorrow, okay?" Millet is three times the price of regular rice. He only buys a pound or two at most each time, not for everyone, but just to tease you.
I've heard that millet porridge is good for a new mother's stomach, and adding red dates and brown sugar can help replenish blood and energy.
He had carefully read the book Li Tianlang gave him, and it also contained this recipe for porridge.
"Great, Father is so kind." He was too shy to say it, but since his father had said it first, he was naturally happy.
Anrong could tell that Anji liked the drink, which was why he was reluctant to drink it in large gulps. Anrong felt a pang of sadness; her son was so sensible, so sensible that it broke her heart.
After breakfast, An Rong went out to buy groceries and order wine.
In the kitchen, Lu Xi was washing dishes, while Huang Rong was wiping the table and sweeping the floor. Their division of labor was clear, and they worked together seamlessly.
"Lu Xi, what kind of food do you like to eat?" Huang Rong suddenly asked.
Lu Xi thought for a moment, but couldn't think of anything. In his memory, he begged with human traffickers and ate leftovers. He was never full for three meals a day and didn't know what he liked to eat. Later, when he came to the Lu family, he ate whatever was given to him in the kitchen. Sometimes when he finished his work and went to eat, there was only rice and vegetable soup. He often ate rice soaked in soup.
It was only after following Sister Dou Dou that I was able to eat delicious meals. This is all thanks to Brother An Rong. He is a really good cook. It would be hard to say which dish he likes.
"If you won't tell me, then I will. I like braised pork." DouDou's braised pork is unforgettable after just one bite.
The pork belly, with its alternating layers of fat and lean meat, is cut into large, square pieces. It's then caramelized with sugar, star anise, and rock sugar, and simmered until tender and delicious. Before serving, the sauce is reduced, leaving each piece of meat coated in a sticky, glossy broth. With each bite, the juices burst in your mouth, filling your entire palate with aroma.
"Just thinking about it makes my mouth water." Huang Rong subconsciously wiped her mouth. She saw Lu Xi wiping her mouth as well and burst into laughter.
Lu Xi blushed and continued washing the dishes with his head down. What was Rongrong doing? Why did she have to bring up braised pork? It made his stomach rumble with anticipation.
DouDou's braised pork is exceptional. He has eaten it three or four times and tried to make it himself, but he failed every time. The most difficult part is caramelizing the sugar.
"I really want to eat braised pork." Huang Rong was genuinely craving it, even though she eats meat every day.
Lu Xi didn't say anything. He didn't have much money on him and couldn't afford to buy pork belly. He was thinking about how to get Huang Rong to eat braised pork.
"Let's go buy some meat," Huang Rong said excitedly as she approached.
Lu Xi wanted to say she had no money, but she was too embarrassed to say it.
“I have 100 coins here, enough to buy two catties of meat.” She had heard Anrong say that meat cost 50 coins per catty.
Lu Xi looked up at her. The price of meat had gone up; pork belly was now eighty coins a pound.
“Okay, give me the money, I’ll go buy it.” Lu Xi said to her after washing the dishes and drying her hands.
Huang Rong's eyes lit up. She hadn't expected Lu Xi to be so helpful and agree so readily.
"Wait here, I'll go get you the money."
Seeing her return to her room, Lu Xi went back as well, tucking the money pouch from under her pillow into her bosom.
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