Song Yutong took a bowl, uncovered the pot where the chicken was stewed, and first scooped out a bowl of chicken soup with scraped melon and oil and placed it in front of Old Man Song.
"Drink some soup to warm your stomach first."
Old Man Song and Mother Song had not eaten anything for too long, and suddenly eating greasy food would cause diarrhea.
Drink some oily soup dumplings first, and your stomach will feel much better after eating.
Old Man Song held the soup bowl handed over by his daughter, which was still a bit unreal, and felt warm in his heart, as if he was in a dream.
"Grandpa, drink up quickly, the food cooked by my mother is delicious." Naituanzi opened his mouth and couldn't help but suck the water.
The cute look made Old Man Song couldn't bear to see it, so he quickly handed the bowl to the milk dumplings.
"Dad, you can drink this soup yourself, and I'll serve it to the baby."
As Song Yutong spoke, she gave Naiduanzi half a bowl of soup, and took out the uneaten candied haws of milk dumplings.
There were also three candied haws skewers on the wooden stick. Song Yutong used chopsticks to remove the three candied haws, and wrapped them in oil paper.
He handed one of the milk dumplings and gave the rest to Old Man Song and Mother Song.
The old man has never been willing to eat candied haws.
"After the baby has finished the soup, eat the candied haws on a stick." Song Yutong instructed in a soft voice.
After eating a big bowl of milk dumplings for lunch, Song Yutong was worried that the child would accumulate food if he ate too much, so he left a candied haws for him to help digestion.
The next time Cheng Hanyan goes up the mountain, she will also go with him.
Check to see if there are any wild hawthorns in the mountains where Cheng Hanyan often goes hunting, and prepare some to dry at home and make into other snacks.
Compared with other children, Naoduanzi doesn't eat much snacks, so she wants to make up for what she didn't have before.
If others have it, her milk dumplings should also have it.
Old Man Song and Naituanzi were enjoying the soup, but they didn't know that Song Yutong had already thought so much.
Hearing the chatter of many people outside the door, Song Yutong poked his head out and saw a few more neighbors outside the fence, chatting under a big tree at the door.
She took a larger bowl, filled it with pieces of chicken and chicken soup and sent it to Aunt Zhang's house next door.
"Sister Yufang." She stood at the door and started shouting.
He Yufang came out immediately when she heard the shouting, and was a little surprised when she saw Song Yutong bringing a bowl of chicken.
"This is……"
"I would like to thank you for your help regarding my mother's affairs. I stewed the old hen I caught, but I won't let you try my craftsmanship."
With that said, he urged He Yufang to quickly get a bowl and pour all the chicken and soup in the bowl.
The milky white soup is mixed with golden chicken fat, and a rich aroma wafts out, with the fragrance of chicken and the unique taste of angelica.
Just smelling it makes people's appetites flutter. The presentation is comparable to what the chefs of the county restaurants make.
"Sister Song, is this your craft?" He Yufang was shocked!
"Oh my God! The chef of Piaoxiang House in the county can only do this. My second brother works as a handyman in Piaoxiang House. The shopkeeper rewarded him with a signature dish of Piaoxiang House. The chicken soup he stewed was still delicious.
Not as white as you."
At first glance, this chicken soup is rich in nutrients and has a milky white color that makes people like it.
"That's right." Song Yutong was very happy to receive the praise.
I have new ideas about Piaoxiang Tower in the county.
"You have to try it and see if it tastes better than what the chef makes."
After hearing Song Yutong's words, He Yufang didn't show any politeness to her. She took a spoonful of soup with a small spoon and tasted it. Her eyes narrowed because it tasted delicious.
The soup is delicious with a not too strong aroma of angelica.
"It tastes good, but it smells like medicine."
As soon as He Yufang said Song Yutong, she understood that she was talking about Angelica sinensis. Some people really can't accept the taste of Angelica sinensis, but this varies from person to person.
"It's a special medicine. It's a tonic for women who are not pregnant and patients who are just recovering from serious illness." Seeing that she was so talkative, Song Yutong was willing to explain a few more words.
"Now that you've said it, the taste doesn't seem so weird. It makes me want to drink it again." He Yufang said in a dignified manner.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host, you have gained 150 happiness points! 】
The voice of the system came from her mind, and Song Yutong was a little surprised and confused.
Is there any secret to increasing the happiness value to such a high level this time?
When she returned to Song's house with doubts, Naituanzi rushed towards her excitedly.
"Mother, grandma is awake! Grandpa served the soup made by mother, and grandma praised mother's craftsmanship."
Song Yutong instantly understood the reason for the increased happiness value. She followed Naituanzi in to take a look at Mother Song.
"Mom, does your leg still hurt?" With Old Man Song practicing, she was able to call Mother Song naturally.
Mother Song stared at her blankly with tears in her eyes, and nodded heavily. "Hey."
"Tongtong, you... don't blame mother anymore..." Mother Song asked tentatively.
"It's because my daughter is ignorant and makes mother worry." Song Yutong took the bowl from Old Man Song's hand and went to feed Song's mother with a spoon.
"It's good if you don't blame your mother, it's good if you don't blame your mother." Mother Song held Song Yutong's hand and tears fell instantly.
Seeing that Mrs. Song was sad, Naituanzi was afraid that her mother would be sad too, so she immediately spoke with a milky voice.
"Grandma, my mother has brought a lot of food to me. Grandma wants to eat well, so I can't let my mother worry."
Song's mother had noticed the milk dumplings for a long time, and she was very happy no matter how she looked at them.
"This is your and Han Yan's child. How sensible! You came here with Han Yan? Why didn't you see him?" Mother Song poked her head out, but she didn't see the son-in-law she wanted to see, and she was heartbroken.
Somewhat strange.
"He went hunting in the mountains, and he probably hasn't come back yet." As soon as Song Yutong finished speaking, she heard a familiar voice coming from outside the fence door. "Baby!"
When Cheng Hanyan returned home, he heard from Aunt Li that his mother-in-law fell off the mountain and broke her leg. Song Yutong took her son back to her parents' home.
He didn't waste any time, took the pheasants and hares he had just hunted, and hurried to his mother-in-law's house.
Naituanzi and Song Yutong heard Cheng Hanyan's shout and walked out immediately.
"Husband! Why are you back from the mountain so early?" Song Yutong saw that there was still a thin layer of sweat on Cheng Hanyan's forehead, as if he had rushed over as soon as he got off the mountain without stopping.
She rummaged around her body, took out a clean handkerchief, opened the fence door, and stood in front of him.
Song Yutong suddenly realized that he was a bit tall and needed to stand on his toes to wipe his sweat.
One of them staggered before he could stand still, and threw himself into his arms.
Cheng Hanyan hurriedly hugged her and stood still. Her good smell came from the tip of his nose, and his heart beat slightly faster.
Not willing to let go for a while, the two of them maintained this position and stood there for a while.
After not seeing the two of them come in for a long time, Nai Tuanzi couldn't wait and ran out...