NFBE Chapter 278 Three People Drifting Away
Chapter 278 Three People Drifting Away
Dong Mei changed her clothes and washed her hands in a low mood, and prepared to go to the kitchen to get bowls and chopsticks to serve the rice. Just as she passed the restaurant, she saw the electric hot pot stewing on the table. The soup just covered the ingredients and was boiling slightly. The various delicately arranged ingredients looked more tempting under the slightly rising smoke. The hot and smoking casserole had just been opened, emitting a rich porridge aroma.
When I looked up again, Zhao Xiaojing was holding a plate of green spinach dotted with white sesame seeds in her left hand, and four bowls and two pairs of chopsticks in her right hand. She placed them neatly on the table and moved two chairs away. She didn't need any help at all.
"Third aunt, please sit down. You have been engrossed in watching TV, so I made something simple so you can just eat something casually." Zhao Xiaojing stirred the casserole slightly, scooped a bowl of porridge for each of them, and quickly covered it with the lid.
Dong Mei shook her head, apologetically, "It's New Year's Day, and I didn't cook a meal for you. I didn't let you eat well these two days, and now I'm asking you to cook for me."
"I'm just repaying my parents for their kindness. Every time I came, you always cooked a delicious meal for me. Come and try the porridge. I made it with the dried seafood I brought back. I wonder how it tastes." Zhao Xiaojing stirred the porridge in the bowl while looking at Dong Mei expectantly.
I have tried to make seafood porridge with fresh seafood in the virtual space before, and I adjusted it several times before I found the best combination. Among them, Zhao Xiaojing's favorite is the shrimp and scallop porridge. Not only is the raw material easy to buy, but it also tastes fragrant and fresh. Every grain of rice can be dipped in the fresh taste of seafood. Zhao Xiaojing even made it for Su Yuchen in the morning, and Su Yuchen praised it highly.
However, there was no place to buy fresh seafood in Yangcheng during the Chinese New Year, and she happened to have some dried seafood at home, so she decided to give it a try with the dried seafood.
"Okay." Dong Mei lowered her head and scooped a spoonful of porridge. She blew it gently a few times and put it into her mouth absentmindedly. As soon as the tip of her tongue tasted it, she was stunned.
The porridge is smooth and soft, and the freshness of seafood and the unique fragrance of mushrooms are completely permeated into it. It is sticky and fragrant in the mouth, and at the same time you can taste the toughness of the scallops, the tenderness of the mushrooms, the unique freshness of the dried shrimps, the fragrance of the rice and the slightly sweet taste of the chopped lettuce. Every bite is a concentration of essence, warming up from the mouth to the stomach, and the whole person can't help but relax after drinking it.
Dong Mei suddenly remembered when Zhao Xiaojing was 1 years old. At that time, Dong Yuhua had been ill for a while, and she was still working. After work every day, she went to the hospital to take care of her for a while, and Zhao Xiaojing took time to go home and make porridge for Dong Yuhua.
She always said that she had already eaten, but Dong Yuhua saw through it and always asked her to accompany them to drink two more bowls, and she followed them.
At first, she just thought that her niece was very sensible and cooked the porridge with great care. Later, Dong Yuhua's appetite became worse and worse, and Zhao Xiaojing spent less and less time cooking when she returned home, but the porridge became better and better, thick and smooth, light but very flavorful.
She felt it was strange and asked Zhao Xiaojing about it. Zhao Xiaojing told her that she had cooked the rice in the rice cooker in the morning while she was buying breakfast, because it would cook longer and taste better, so Dong Yuhua could eat more.
She felt very upset when she heard that. On the one hand, she hoped that Zhou Chuyan could be as sensible as Zhao Xiaojing, but on the other hand, she felt sorry for Zhao Xiaojing who was so much more sensible than Zhou Chuyan at such a young age.
A few years later, this niece is still as sensible and obedient as ever, while my own daughter is still ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth. Seeing her husband and wife separate and about to embark on the same path as me, it is useless to say anything good or bad about her, and I have no way to do anything.
Dong Mei took a few mouthfuls of porridge, but her thoughts were in a mess. As she drank, the sound from the bottom of the bowl began to become empty and crisp. When she lowered her head, her bowl was empty.
Zhao Xiaojing turned her head to take a look, picked up the empty bowl on the side, and scooped a spoonful of the hodgepodge in the three-fresh hotpot for herself and Dong Mei respectively.
"Did you make these egg dumplings yourself?" Dong Mei felt something was different when she scooped the egg dumplings into the bowl. She ate half of it in one bite and became more certain that this was definitely not the quality of the ones sold in the vegetable market.
The egg skin of this egg dumpling is soft and you can taste the aroma of egg when you put it in your mouth. The filling inside is also granular. It tastes not only fresh and chewy, but also juicy when you take a bite.
"Yes, I saw that the refrigerator was quite full, so I made a few myself. Oh, and the hot pot is not finished yet, there are still ten in the refrigerator, remember to eat them when the time comes."
Dong Mei nodded in daze and tasted the chicken again. She didn't know how it was stewed, but it was extremely fresh and light, as if no extra seasoning was added. The meat was just the right amount of soft and tender, with a little chewiness but easy to bite off the bone. The chicken itself was so tender that it was juicy. The aftertaste would linger in the mouth for a long time after one bite.
Dong Mei felt that she hadn't eaten such delicious food in years. I remember that year when Zhou Chuyan was born, she had no milk, and Zhou Jianye went to the vegetable market every day and tinkered with things in the kitchen at home. In the end, the pigeon soup he made was black, the chicken soup was brown, and the fish soup was made without even the scales scraped off.
That was probably one of the few times in Zhou Jianye's life in the first twenty years of his life that he went into the kitchen. He made a mess while cooking a meal and even thought about bringing back a live chicken from the countryside and killing it himself in the kitchen. Dong Mei had to repeatedly forbid him from doing so before she gave up the idea.
At that time, Dong Mei would vomit on the spot after drinking a sip of the soup he made. Later, Zhou Jianye had no choice but to learn how to make soup from an old lady downstairs for two days. In the end, his talent was too poor and the old lady couldn't stand it anymore and directly packed Dong Mei's postpartum soup and asked Zhou Jianye to buy the ingredients.
After that, Dong Mei finally had a sip of the fresh and hot soup. At that time, she had suffered a lot from Zhou Jianye's cooking skills. After drinking the soup made by the old lady, it was so delicious that she felt more relaxed and gained 8 kilograms in a week.
Zhou Jianye likes children. Seeing that Dong Mei has enough milk, he is also foolishly happy. Every day when he has free time, he hugs Zhou Chuyan and loves her very much.
That period was the only time Zhou Jianye devoted himself to his family and children.
Unfortunately, that time only lasted a few years. Later, Yanyan gradually grew up and inherited the worst characteristics of the two people. Her temper became more and more obvious, which made people more and more angry and tired. The originally not-so-close relationship between the two people turned into a relationship between the three people that gradually drifted apart.
In fact, she had discovered a clue two years ago about whether Zhou Jianye had cheated on her. It was also during the Chinese New Year, when her eldest brother sent her a message about the blood left on the toilet by her father, saying that her father couldn't sleep all night. She hurried over to take care of him, but was scolded by her father in the end.
When she came back, she found Zhou Jianye and Yanyan were eating. Yanyan served her a bowl of soup and insisted that she taste it. She tasted it and thought it was well cooked. Yanyan made faces and tried various ways to get her to praise the soup. She did, and finally Yanyan said it was made by Zhou Jianye.