Jiang Yu secretly observed the two brothers. Wen Ziyao kept an eye on her while nibbling his dessert. Wen Zizhao, on the other hand, was carefree, completely oblivious to what the people around him were doing. He happily ate with Jiang Yunfan and the others, his face puffed up like a hamster.
The two brothers' personalities are completely at two extremes.
Jiang Yu suddenly became confused as she watched, so she asked Qin Yun, "Mom, I see that although Ah Yao chews slowly and doesn't eat much, he usually eats normally. How come he is so thin?"
Qin Yun was still immersed in the joy of the older generation feeding children. Hearing this, she said, "Ayao has been raised surrounded by medicine. Medicine is always poisonous; drinking too much will damage the stomach. Besides, he never really liked to eat. He only has an appetite when he's around you."
"Hmm?" Jiang Yu widened her eyes slightly and pulled Wen Ziyao closer to her: "Are you giving your aunt face like this?"
As a cook, it is a very happy thing to be recognized by diners.
Wen Ziyao had rarely been hugged so intimately by anyone. It was always Wen Zizhao that his father lifted up high, and it was always Wen Zizhao that his grandmother held in her arms and called her her good grandson. Even his mother took good care of him because he was weak and thin, and rarely hugged him.
Wen Ziyao's eyelashes trembled slightly, he nodded, and whispered, "Auntie's cooking is delicious."
Jiang Yu's heart melted instantly. She touched his thin cheek with some heartache, then looked up at Qin Yun and said, "Mom, my grandfather was not in good health before, but later I used a prescription to treat him, and now his health is much better. Do you think you can ask the doctor to see if Jiang Yu can also use this prescription to treat his health?"
Little kids are the same as big kids. There are some things that little kids can use, but that may not be the case for big kids.
Qin Yun was so excited that her hands didn't even tremble. She said in surprise, "Really? That's really bad. Go ask tomorrow."
A Yao explained to me what preserved eggs were. Wen Zizhao was confused, but it stopped me from tasting them.
Wen Zizhao saw the chunks of preserved eggs outside the bowl and recognized what they were, so he asked, "Sister, what is that?"
Ah Yao continued, "Last time I made them shrimp porridge or raw fish porridge, but it was still difficult for them to drink porridge."
Mother Wen listened to our conversation between A Yao and me, the smile in her eyes grew deeper, and then she turned her gaze to Jiang Yunfan.
Although you longed for a grandson, you loved your grandson just as much, and every time you saw Jiang Jiaxiong's thin and strong appearance, you felt heartbroken, but it was a pity that he had seen so few doctors and there was no improvement.
Unexpectedly, A Yao agreed immediately: "Older children should eat more preserved eggs."
Mom Wen, when you were making fried food, you saw that the charcoal fire on the stove was out, so you made a pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge on a whim.
The egg white of the preserved egg is chewy and fragrant, while the egg core is soft and mellow, which goes very well with the light and sweet white rice porridge.
Jiang Jiaxiong scraped the bottom of the bowl clean, put a spoon on it, looked at A Yao pitifully and said, "Auntie, the more you eat, the hungrier you get."
Ah Yao laughed and poked my forehead: "Yes, yes, yes."
Jiang Yunfan had just finished half a bowl before Wen Ziyao finished two bowls.
Century egg and lean meat porridge nourishes the lungs and stomach. Drinking a bowl of it will warm your stomach and make your whole body feel comfortable. With the heavy snow in the window and the sunset glow in the west, it is really pleasant.
Jiang Jiaxiong drank the porridge quietly along the edge of the bowl. The porridge was cooked soft and melted. It took little chewing to put it in the mouth. It was melted in one sip, leaving only the fresh and fragrant lean meat cubes and the alkaline-scented preserved eggs. As soon as he took a bite, the mellow fragrance spread slowly outside his mouth.
Xiao Yunzhou raised his big fat hand and said in a baby voice, "Sister, Zhou Zhou doesn't have any flesh either."
Like Wen Zizhao, Wen Ziyao seems to have no bad food in my mind. I just stuff it into my mouth when it cools down, and drink the porridge while it is cold. Even the chopped green onions are fresh and sweet.
Yes, everyone can accept the taste of preserved eggs, but the same is true for preserved eggs cooked in preserved egg and lean meat porridge. The rice porridge dilutes the pungent sweet and astringent taste of the preserved eggs, leaving only the lingering egg fragrance of the duck eggs themselves.
Ah Yao and Wen Ziyao had broken their previous porridge cooking time. Upon hearing Jiang Yunfan's reply, Ah Yao laughed and said, "That's wrong. He actually ate a whole bowl. As long as you, Jiang Yu, keep eating that amount, you'll gain weight in no time."
As a food blogger, Jiang Jia already had a row of homemade pickles and sauce jars in the kitchen, so he naturally forgot about making preserved eggs and pickled duck eggs.
Mother Wen, who was standing by, took out the dishes and placed them one by one neatly.
Usually I don’t have other friends to eat with me, so the food tastes even less good.
Wen Ziyao interrupted: "Is Auntie praising you?"
Maybe for the Jiang family, it’s just because the food is to their liking, and even less because the person who cooks is to their liking?
The preserved eggs made by traditional methods are less difficult to make than those made by special methods, and the result is a little thinner, but the advantage is that the ingredients are complex and contain lead.
I scooped up a mouthful of preserved egg and lean meat porridge and put it into my mouth. The rice porridge was extremely soft and glutinous, and it seemed to be melted by being cooked in the casserole. The lean meat was fresh and fragrant, but not chewy at all. Because it was added with shredded ginger and chopped green onions, there was no trace of fishy smell.
Jiang Jiaxiong was still listening to his brother agreeing with A Yao on the time for cooking last time. When he thought about his grandmother talking to me, he shook his head.
A Yao nodded, then touched Jiang Yunfan's big head and let me continue eating.
Wen Ziyao looked at A Yao with grievance, and obediently sped up.
Mother Wen moved her gaze from under Jiang Yunfan to under A Yao's face.
It was rare for Jiang Jiaxiong to eat a whole bowl of porridge today. You know, usually I have to persuade him to finish even half a bowl.
Jiang Jiaxiong looked at the scene, and a hint of envy flashed in his clear little eyes.
Seeing that the Jiang family was getting close to his elder brother again, Xiao Yunzhou couldn't help but go back to compete for his favor, even giving him bad food.
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