Su Qingluan waited until her younger brother brought a few rice bowls, but did not rush to distribute them immediately. Instead, she took a little rice porridge on a dipping plate and tasted it.
The rice in your mouth has become delicate and soft, and because the rice soup combines the sweetness and spices of various meats, it is very rich and delicious.
She nodded: "This rice porridge has been cooked for a long time. You can eat it with the vegetables and meat. It will have a different taste!"
After saying that, she first served a bowl to grandma, then another bowl, and handed it to grandma again - but this bowl was passed to daddy.
It wasn't that Su Qingluan didn't want to serve Su Guangfu a bowl of porridge herself, but the fact was that the two of them were neither next to each other, nor far away from each other, whether from the left or the right. Su Qingluan did not dare to pass directly over the hot pot to hand something to others, otherwise she would be accidentally burned by the rising hot steam, which would be a very unpleasant taste.
When Su Qingluan was about to serve porridge to the two little ones, Yang quickly said: "I tell you, Da Ya, don't patronize others and eat it yourself. How many mouthfuls can the two little ones eat? I still have some here." And me!"
After hearing this, Su Guangfu raised his eyelids: "Give the second boy some more food, and he will eat it all!" Although he said this to Yang, it was obvious that he meant this to his family. This was said by Su Xuanhe, the only one who was seriously picky.
When this kid heard that he was going to serve vegetables for himself, the boss didn't like it, and his mouth was so pouty that it could hang a bottle of oil.
But what can be done? Su Xuanhe doesn't want to eat meat, but he doesn't want to eat "fried meat on bamboo boards" either!
At this time, Su Xueyan, a kid on the side, patted her brother on the back in an arrogant manner: "Brother, I am not a good boy who is picky about food, and you were squatting on the toilet a few days ago..."
"Okay, okay!" After all, he was seven or eight years old, and he also went to school. He knew etiquette, justice, and shame. Su Xuanhe's dark little face turned into a purple eggplant color, "You little girl, you are so stupid." There’s nothing in the sky, and we’re still eating!”
More importantly, Su Xuanhe didn't want to look back at it for a moment, and wanted to completely forget it from his mind immediately because Da Jie couldn't solve such embarrassing things that made people want to crawl into the cracks of the ground just thinking about it!
As a result, Su Xueyan, this little girl, was not only mentioned, but also in front of the whole family! Even at the dinner table, it makes people cry!
Others also knew how embarrassed Su Xuanhe was at this time, so Yang quickly placed a large bowl of rice porridge that was originally intended for her second son in front of her youngest daughter.
Su Xueyan was a bit of a villain, so she stuck out her tongue and said, "I won't say it anymore." Then she pushed the bowl of rice porridge back in front of Su Xuanhe, turned to Yang and said, "Mom, I want chicken and lamb chops. There are also bamboo shoots and anchovies!”
"Okay, okay, you're the only one with a little mouth who knows how to eat!" Ms. Yang smiled and followed her little daughter's request and picked out all four of these foods into her bowl.
Su Xueyan thanked Yang, took her own bowl, and deliberately ate the lamb chops very slowly, then dangled the lamb chops in front of Su Xuanhe and ate it in one bite.
Although Su Xuanhe knew that his sister had other intentions, in front of his parents and sister, he did not dare to "take the food from his sister", so he could only take a big bite of the spinach leaves.
Wow, aren't vegetable leaves just grass? something delicious? It still tastes meaty! Su Xuanhe shouted unwillingly in his heart.
But if Su Qingluan knew what his younger brother was muttering in his heart, he would have to complain about the vegetables in his rice soup hot pot: in this rice soup hot pot, there are many thicker vegetables, such as bamboo shoots, radishes, and yams. For example, fungus needs to be cooked for a long time, otherwise it will not be easy to taste.
In this way, these vegetables are not only soaked in the aroma of various animal fats in the rice soup pot, but also coated with a layer of crystal clear rice milk.
Such vegetables taste thick and mellow, with a unique flavor. How can they be compared with the mouth-watering and astringent wild vegetables and weeds on the roadside?
The distinct rice grains in the rice porridge make the originally mushy rice soup richer in taste, while the sweetness of the vegetables and the fresh aroma of various meats whet everyone's appetite.
So although there is a lot of rice soup base and shabu-shabu leftover, this rice soup pot is really delicious. In addition, everyone in the Su family, young and old, has been very busy these days, and the weather is getting colder. All kinds of factors add up. , and it really whets your appetite.
Because of this, everyone in the Su family unknowingly ate a little more than usual.
Originally, Su Qingluan thought that it would be a pity to have at least half the bottom of the pot left. Unexpectedly, with everyone's "extraordinary performance", all the soup base and the shabu-shabu in it were all eaten!
Of course, the consequence of eating too much was that that night, the entire Su family braved the howling cold wind, bulging their bellies and walking around in circles to eat. This made Li Silang and his wife, who came back from taking Sun Guixiang for a walk in the yard next door, a lot of teasing.
"Brother of the Su family, you and my sister-in-law are not pregnant either. How come it is more difficult to move than my wife who is obviously pregnant?" Li Si said with a smile.
Sun Guixiang, who was next to her, patted her husband's generous shoulder when she heard this: "It's not serious, there is still a child here!" She said to Yang, "What are my sister-in-law and her family doing?"
Yang was embarrassed to say that her whole family was full, so she just smiled and said: "Moving around after dinner in the evening can help you digest your food, and it can also warm you up when the weather gets colder."
Sun Guixiang was about to echo the words when she suddenly shook her body slightly and exclaimed: "Hey!"
It was obvious that this was not the first time Li Silang encountered this situation. He lowered his head and asked very experiencedly: "Is it making trouble in your stomach again?"
"It's just a kick, it's okay." Sun Guixiang said, touching her stomach, which was already like a small watermelon.
Although the light was dim at night, Su Qingluan couldn't see clearly the expression on Sun Guixiang's face, but listening to her soft tone and watching her slowly caressing every inch of her belly, he could tell that she cared about this unborn child. It is very loving.
However, thinking about the probability of pregnant women dying due to childbirth in this era, Su Qingluan still felt worried for Sun Guixiang, so she couldn't help but ask: "Aunt Guixiang, I remember it is winter on your day, right?"
Sun Guixiang nodded when she heard this: "Yes, there are still two months before the attack will occur."
Hearing this, Yang couldn't help but sigh: "This is the time when your body feels heavy and your whole body feels uncomfortable." Then he looked at Li Silang, "It's not easy for women at this time, so you should be more patient."
Li Silang nodded cautiously, and Sun Guixiang also smiled sweetly: "The head of my family treats me very well." But he didn't go into details - there was nothing I could do about it, the way a husband and wife get along in private can be considered a "boudoir conversation" in this era. , is a private topic and cannot be discussed as commonplace.
A few people chatted for a while and said a series of blessings to Sun Guixiang before watching the young couple go home.
