With a jingle, Lin Xu’s mother saw today’s dinner.
A bowl of white water porridge was not even boiled in a pot, but the steamed rice was poured into it.
“Auntie, you must eat some light food when you are sick, otherwise it will easily aggravate your condition.”
“I am young, I am a little bit tired, so you can eat more so that you don’t have to eat those greasy ones.”
Feng Yin returned to the dining table, held a bowl of rice and said to Lin Xu’s mother, “Auntie, let’s have a meal.”
Lin Xu’s mother’s teeth were about to be broken, but she had to thank her with a smile.
“Thank you.”
“It’s okay, I’m so helpful.”
Feng Yin was about to eat. She took out a pair of chopsticks from her schoolbag and said solemnly: “Reduce the infection of Helicobacter pylori.”
“Well–This black chicken soup is good. It’s a free-range chicken.”
“I also put some Cordyceps sinensis, which tastes even more fragrant.”
“The snow clams in the cabinet were stewed. The taste was a bit average, but I’ll just eat it.”
“The ribs were stewed out of bones. The meat tasted really good. It felt like they were free-range pigs in the village.”
…
Lin Xu’s mother really wanted to poke herself in her ears, she wanted to become deaf.
Snow clams and Cordyceps sinensis were all things she specially saved for Lin Xu to nourish her body, as well as the black chicken and ribs, which she asked someone to buy from the village at a high price.
How did she find everything, and how dare she cook it all.
“Auntie, you won’t be angry after I made these, right?”
“Ah? Don’t be angry, don’t be angry. This thing is just for food. What’s so angry about it?”
Feng Yin nodded with a smile.
“That’s good.”
Feng Yin continued to eat, feeling a little surprised.