A Yao was amused by me. After asking everyone else if they were hungry, he asked Aunt Wang to take out the porridge under the stove.
Seeing that everyone was jealous, A Yao smiled evilly, hugged me, and kissed me on the bottom of my chubby cheek.
Then I remembered Jiang Jia's advice to me to speak less, so I said, "Yes, I'm full."
Mother Wen nodded, feeling surprised. It seemed that Jiang Yu didn't have a big appetite, but he just didn't eat the food he liked, so he usually ate so much.
I put on a comfortable smile and continued to eat at a leisurely pace.
Wen Ziyao stood on tiptoe to look outside the pot and said to Ayao in a coquettish tone: "Auntie, can't I save that half pot of porridge for you?"
Ah Yao helped me wipe the corner of my mouth: "It's better for older children to have a little more meat."
Before answering, Aunt Wang took out the casserole and placed it under the table with something on it.
The unique and mellow aroma of the preserved egg gives the porridge a light and heavy taste, and the millet does not have the smooth and fresh taste. Compared with the meat porridge you love, it lacks the mellow and long-lasting alkaline aroma.
So he asked with concern: "Is Jiang Yu not full?"
There was not much cooked outside the casserole, but it was more than enough for a few people, and half the pot was not even finished before everyone was full.
You guys are so pitiful. You have been taking medicine since you were young. How could you not have an appetite to taste delicious food? Do you think life is perfect without delicious food?
The tastes of several big guys are similar. If one person hates eating it, the others will also hate it.
The casserole porridge was quickly prepared and was softer and more fragrant than specially cooked porridge. The millet was crystal clear and soft, with emerald green onions sprinkled under the porridge, diced lean meat blended in with the rice, and the brown-green preserved egg diced in the porridge was conspicuous.
When A Yao saw Mother Wen serving the porridge one by one, he raised his head and started eating.
Seeing this, Ah Yao quickly stopped him: "You need to be too slow. Eating something too hot is bad for your health."
Wen Ziyao pouted.
As for Wen Zizhao and Wei Zhuzhu, we are not pure foodies. As long as there is no food, it is less attractive than anything else.
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