Shen Fugui took the lead in pouring a bowl of soup. The soup was still very hot. He blew on it and didn't dare to drink more, so he just took a sip.
The soup is mixed with the aroma of chicken, the fresh fragrance of red mushrooms, and a slightly sweet taste, which makes people unable to stop.
Shen Fugui took another sip before commenting, "It's delicious!"
"It's really delicious! Even better than yesterday's soup!"
Zhou Xiuqin had already taken a big sip. She loved hot soup the most and would drink it as long as it didn't burn her throat.
Shen Yunzhao told her many times to let the soup cool down before drinking it, but Zhou Xiuqin never listened and continued to do as she pleased.
After taking a sip, Zhou Xiuqin lowered her head and took the second and third sips.
Shen Fugui couldn't bear it and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? Can't you wait until the soup cools down before drinking it?"
Zhou Xiuqin rolled her eyes at him and said, "Soup should be drunk while it's hot. It won't taste good if it's cold!"
Shen Yunzhao also advised, “Mom, you should wait a little longer and drink the soup when it cools down.”
Zhou Xiuqin ignored the father and daughter and drank the whole bowl in a short while.
She wanted to drink a second bowl, and Shen Yunzhao quickly said, "Mom, give Yaoyao a chicken drumstick."
Zhou Xiuqin put down the bowl, picked up a small chicken leg and tore it into small pieces.
The chicken that was torn into small pieces was still a little hot, so I didn’t dare feed it into Yaoyao’s little mouth right away.
Taking advantage of this time, Zhou Xiuqin picked up the bowl and drank the second bowl of soup.
Now that the soup was not so hot, she drank it in big gulps instead of the small sips she had taken before.
After drinking half a bowl of soup, Zhou Xiuqin felt a warm current passing through her abdomen, making her feel warm, just like drinking a bowl of hot soup in the cold winter, which was particularly comfortable.
Others started drinking too.
In a short while, only the soup base was left in the big jar of soup, with most of the red mushrooms and chicken exposed.
"Hey, today's chicken is more fragrant than usual."
Cheng Shaoyuan was chewing a piece of chicken in his mouth. The meat of the hen was soft, tender, and melted in his mouth. The aroma of the meat lingered at the tip of his nose, making him very hungry.
He usually doesn’t like chicken, but today he just ate a piece and didn’t expect it to be so delicious!
Could it be that my mother-in-law’s cooking skills have improved again?
Shen Yunzhao also ate a piece and said with emotion, "The chicken raised at home is still delicious! The chicken raised outside is not as fragrant, and there is always a smell of feed."
"The taste is also different. The meat of feed chicken breaks when you bite it. It doesn't have that chewy texture." Shen Fugui also commented.
Then everyone fell silent, even Yaoyao, who was usually the most noisy, was quiet - because she was busy eating.
Shen Yunzhao ate a bite himself and then fed Yaoyao another bite.
Yaoyao ate the rice with a little chicken happily, and her two little feet hanging under the child chair moved happily.
After the meal, there was only a little residue left in the jar. The soup, red mushrooms and chicken were all eaten up, without a single bit left.
There was not a single grain of rice left in the rice cooker, but there were quite a few other dishes left.
"Old lady, your cooking skills have improved!"
After dinner, Shen Fugui leaned back in his chair, picking his teeth with a toothpick, a look of satisfaction on his face.
Zhou Xiuqin said proudly, "Of course! You always say my cooking isn't tasty, that's because I'm too lazy to put in the effort. If I put in the effort, the food I cook will be incredibly delicious!"
Shen Fugui smiled and did not discourage his wife.
They have been married for decades, how could he not know how good his wife’s cooking skills are?
It's just average, not very delicious.
"Yun Zhao," Shen Fugui called out to Shen Yun Zhao, who was carrying Yao Yao to wash her hands, "Are you still going to sell red mushrooms tomorrow?"
Shen Yunzhao replied, "No. I'll take a day off tomorrow and go the day after tomorrow. Dad, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, just some of my friends heard you were selling red mushrooms and wanted to buy some."
“How much will they buy?”
"I don't know how many people will buy it, or how much they'll buy. How about you bring some red mushrooms to my shop the day after tomorrow, and I'll have them come buy them?"
"Okay, I'll bring ten kilograms to your store the day after tomorrow."
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On the other side, the Qin family.
Uncle Qin finally got to eat the hen stewed with red mushroom soup he had been longing for.
Although Old Lady Qin kept telling him to drink less and that drinking too much soup would cause trouble when he had to go to the bathroom at night, Uncle Qin turned a deaf ear to her and ignored her advice.
Later, Old Mrs. Qin stopped muttering and started to slurp the soup.
The two old men drank up the whole bowl of soup.
After drinking the soup, the two of them ate half a bowl of chicken until they were too full to eat anymore.
"Old lady, I'll wash the dishes today."
Uncle Qin's words startled Old Lady Qin so much that she almost jumped up. "You wash the dishes? Did the sun rise from the west today?"
Ever since they got married, they have tacitly agreed that the man will be the breadwinner outside the home and the woman will be the homemaker.
All external affairs are handled by Uncle Qin, and all household chores are handled by Old Lady Qin.
Over the years, Uncle Qin has never washed dishes, mopped the floor, or hung clothes out to dry.
"How could it be fake?" Uncle Qin snorted in dissatisfaction, and then forcefully changed the subject, "How many red mushrooms are left? Have you given them to those little brats?"
"We've been eating red mushrooms for every meal these past two days, and they've already been eaten up."
Old Mrs. Qin felt a little guilty. She originally wanted to give red mushrooms to her son and daughter, but she cooked them for every meal and accidentally cooked them all away.
"If it's gone, it's gone. I'll buy some more tomorrow morning. You can give them one pound each."
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At the same time, the Lin family.
After Mrs. Lin finished cooking, her son and daughter-in-law had not returned yet, so she first made a bowl of rice for her grandson and put lean meat and vegetables on the rice.
"Little Fatty, it's time to eat."
The little grandson was still sitting in front of the TV watching TV. He didn't even look over when he heard her say, "Grandma, I'm not hungry. You eat first!"
"How can I not be hungry?"
Old Mrs. Lin was a little angry and helpless. Her grandson's refusal to eat was really the most troublesome thing for her.
I've scolded him and beaten him, but it's all no use. He just won't eat.
Her daughter-in-law even took her grandson to the hospital, where they prescribed some medicine to strengthen the spleen and stomach. They spent a lot of money, but it had no effect.
Old Mrs. Lin walked over with a bowl in hand and coaxed, "My dear grandson, grandma bought some fresh red mushrooms today, and the soup I made is delicious! Come, have a bite."
The little grandson took a look at the food in his grandmother's hand, and then returned his gaze to the TV.
"Grandma, I really don't want to eat."
"You can't skip a meal. Just eat one bite, dear."
Old Mrs. Lin scooped a tablespoon of rice with lean meat. The spoon was almost next to her grandson's mouth, but the grandson turned his head away without even opening his mouth.
Old Mrs. Lin slapped her grandson on the shoulder and said, "You little brat, do you want to starve yourself to death?"
The little grandson also shouted angrily, "Grandma, why did you make me eat when I'm not hungry?"
"You've been in class all day, how could you not be hungry? Do you think you're a god?"
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