Chapter 112 This meal is so bland.



Sun Wanqing's words made everyone in the room very happy, and Old Madam Huo repeatedly chanted "Amitabha".

Granny Wen asked Sun Yun'er to go to the kitchen again.

Su Yun'er instructed that she be fed another bowl of sweet fermented rice, ginger, and egg soup before leaving for the kitchen.

Sun Wanqing slowly drank another bowl. It was hot and spicy with a hint of alcohol and sweetness, and it was surprisingly delicious. The rice grains were soft and fluffy, and the egg drop soup was smooth. Every bite brought satisfaction.

“Grandmother,” Sun Wanqing said, having regained some strength, but her voice was still hoarse.

"Yes, I'm here, Grandma is here." Old Madam Huo had already sat down by Sun Wanqing's bedside, wiping the sweat from her granddaughter's forehead.

"My granddaughter has been sick for a few days, which has worried her grandmother."

"Silly child, you are my granddaughter, isn't it normal for me to worry about you? Why are you saying these things? You just need to eat well and get better soon. The New Year is coming soon, you can't stay in the hospital bed." Old Madam Huo stroked Sun Wanqing's cheek tenderly.

"You've lost weight, you've lost a lot of weight."

After the grandmother and granddaughter talked for a while, Sun Wanqing felt tired and lay down again to rest with her eyes closed. Old Madam Huo also returned to the main hall.

The old women around her advised her to go back to her own courtyard to rest for a while, but she refused.

After waiting for less than an hour, Su Yun'er returned with the prepared meal.

"Madam, the meal is ready."

Several maids each carried a tray, and as usual, the food on the trays was covered up, so no one could see what it was.

To show her trust, Madam Huo did not ask to see the rooms, but instead had Su Yun'er lead the people into the inner boudoir one by one.

Sun Wanqing was not asleep; she was just resting with her eyes closed.

I could vaguely hear the sounds of someone opening a door and walking around.

"Miss Wanqing, dinner is ready."

It was Su Yun'er's voice.

Sun Wanqing opened her eyes and saw that the servants had set up a table next to her bed and placed the food that Su Yun'er had brought on it.

Su Yun'er opened them one by one for her.

In the small clay pot, there was still the familiar red rose beauty porridge. White steam rose slowly, and the fragrance of flowers and rice wafted over the clay pot.

Next to the rice porridge was a plate of blanched greens. The oil droplets on the emerald green leaves reflected the candlelight. Finely chopped scallions and ginger, along with thin strips of red and yellow bell peppers, were softly draped over the leaves after being sizzled in hot oil. The colors were rich and beautiful, and it inexplicably carried a hint of spring.

A small dish of sweet and sour radish strips. The snow-white radishes become somewhat translucent after being pickled, losing their firmness. A few slices of carrot are also mixed in with the radishes, making the side dish not bland at all.

Next to the radish strips, in a bowl, were three caramel-colored eggs. The shells were broken, and in some places, the shells had become like a winnowing basket, revealing the caramel-colored egg whites inside.

Several flatbreads were placed in a small bamboo basket, still steaming, and smelled not only of flour but also of spices.

Finally, there was a small clay stove supported by a flat stone.

"The meal that Madam Su made is so light and simple."

An elderly woman standing nearby couldn't help but comment.

The girl has been sick for a few days and needs nutrition right now. All we have is rice porridge, pancakes, green vegetables and radishes, and a few eggs at the end. Why isn't there any meat at all?

That Su Niangzi is really something. It's not even your family's money that's being used, so why won't she cook a single piece of meat for the girl?

Although no one spoke, Su Yun'er could read their thoughts from their expressions.

“Miss Wanqing, this is not all the food here. I have also prepared a dish, but it needs to be cooked fresh to taste the best.”

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