"Don't bother, Uncle, I just drank some water."
As Ye Xi spoke, she walked into the home, which was filled with the warmth of everyday life.
In her eyes, this place wasn't very big.
But every inch of space is filled with traces of life.
Washed fruit was laid out on the coffee table, and the midday news was playing on the television.
The bubbling sound of simmering soup came from the kitchen, and a faint smell of cooking oil filled the air.
"Honey, can you handle spicy food?"
My aunt stir-fried some watercress with dried tofu and added some dried chili peppers.
Wang Xiulian called out from the kitchen.
Ye Xi's eyes lit up, and she was about to say, "I can eat it, the spicier the better."
Suddenly remembering her public image, she swallowed the words that were about to come out.
She changed to a gentle voice:
"Auntie, I can do it. You can do whatever you want."
Lin Que was peeling an orange next to him when he heard "Anything is fine" and couldn't help but smile.
This person can drink duck blood vermicelli soup and eat extremely spicy food.
Less than ten minutes later, all the dishes were served.
The sweet and sour pork ribs are bright red and coated with a thick sauce.
Stir-fried watercress with dried tofu is emerald green and refreshing, exuding a unique fragrance.
There was also a pot of milky white old duck soup, with a few bright red goji berries floating on top.
"Come, come, girl, don't be shy, make yourself at home."
Wang Xiulian enthusiastically placed the largest piece of pork rib on Ye Xi's plate.
"Try Auntie's cooking. I stewed these ribs in a clay pot for an hour, and they're so tender!"
Ye Xi looked at the steaming pork rib in the bowl, the rich aroma of the sauce filling her nostrils.
My throat bobbed involuntarily.
In her home, eating is a solemn ritual.
The recipes are calorie-calorie calculated by a nutritionist, and the plating is exquisite.
You would never see such a "carb bomb"—heavy on oil and sugar—on your own dining table.
But at this moment, the sweet and sour aroma of meat was frantically attacking her rational defenses.
"Thank you, Auntie!"
Ye Xi picked up a spare rib and took a small bite.
The tender, melt-in-your-mouth meat melts on the tip of your tongue.
The sweet and sour sauce instantly awakens all the taste buds.
In that instant, she felt her stomach, which had been tormented by whole-wheat bread and vegetable salad for so long, finally come back to life.
Forget about pianists' body management and elegant dining etiquette.
To hell with all of that at this moment.
"Ugh (✧◡✧)!"
Ye Xi raised her head, her eyes shining brightly, her cheeks puffed out.
"Auntie, this is so delicious! It's even better than a five-star hotel!"
"Oh, really! Hahaha, if it's delicious, eat more!"
"Xiao Que didn't say anything beforehand, otherwise Auntie would have cooked a few more dishes."
Wang Xiulian was overjoyed by the praise and picked up another piece of watercress for her.
"Try this artemisia too."
This is a specialty of our Jiangcheng. It's at its tenderest this season, and you can't find it this fresh anywhere else.
Lin Que held the bowl,
He shook his head, looking at his mother who was completely ignoring him.
Then looking at the person opposite who had just been trying to maintain her goddess image,
"Beethoven," however, was now eating with his mouth greasy.
He said slowly:
"Mom, please be careful with your chopsticks."
They're artists; they need to maintain their figure at all times.
"If we gain weight and get scolded by the teacher, we can't afford to take the blame."
Ye Xi paused with her chopsticks, then glared at him with a sharp look.
In the shadows hidden by the tablecloth,
Her foot, clad in a pink cotton slipper, struck with pinpoint accuracy.
It gently rubbed against Lin Que's instep.
"Oh dear, don't talk nonsense. The child is still growing, what do you mean by fat!"
Wang Xiulian rolled her eyes at her son, then turned to Ye Xi and said affectionately.
"Girl, don't listen to him. Look how thin you are, your wrists are almost as thin as reeds."
Eat more, you'll have the energy to play the piano when you're full!
Ye Xi felt a warmth in her heart, and her nose suddenly felt a little sore.
"Um!"
She nodded vigorously and shoveled a mouthful of rice into her mouth.
"Auntie, I'd like another bowl of soup!"
Steam rose, and bowls and chopsticks clattered.
There were no rules about not speaking while eating or sleeping, and no cautious probing.
Only Wang Xiulian's incessant urging to eat remained.
Lin Jianguo occasionally interjected with questions about the school, and Ye Xi offered heartfelt praise.
In this spacious and bright restaurant, which Wang Xiulian had filled with the trivialities of her life,
This gifted young girl, surrounded by flowers and applause,
Finally, the heavy armor called "perfection" has been removed.
She went back to being an ordinary, gluttonous seventeen-year-old girl.
Lin Que sat to the side, watching this scene unfold.
The concept of "ferry" in my mind seemed to become clearer.
For her,
A hot, home-cooked meal,
It seems to be a kind of ferry service as well.
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