After eating a bowl of delicious chicken porridge, I feel that life is complete.

    When I went to see Yu Wei again, they also looked satisfied.

    Yu Gang licked his lips and looked at Xu Shuhua, "milk, porridge and meat are delicious. Can you eat them in the future?"

    If he had just finished this meal before and asked if there was a next meal, Xu Shuhua would have to face up and lecture people.

    But now the situation is different from before. Now life at home is better.

    It''s not good to eat big fish and meat, but it''s no problem to cook meat porridge for the children occasionally.

    Hey, after drinking a bowl of meat porridge, Xu Shuhua can see that Yu wennuan is a meat lover.

    Although she was in love with Yu wennuan, she couldn''t really put her six grandchildren aside.

    It''s just a little more water and meat. It''s no big deal.

    "Of course!" Xu Shuhua answered loudly, "we''ll cook tomorrow."

    Hearing Xu Shuhua''s words, Yu wennuan also laughed happily.

    Good meat, she likes it!

    At noon, the Yu family stewed chicken.

    This is different from the meat porridge stewed in the morning. Pour the oil in the hot pot. When the oil is hot, stir fry the green onion, ginger, garlic, pepper and star anise. When the smell fills the whole room, pour in the washed and chopped chicken and stir fry it.

    When the chicken is fried, add salt, soy sauce and bean paste in turn.

    Several tastes of salty, fragrant, fresh and spicy are intertwined, which get into people''s nose and stimulate people''s saliva.

    The taste is not only fragrant, but also far away.

    Rural houses are far away, but the Wang family and Gu family next to the Yu family smell the taste clearly.

    It was the time for lunch. The Wang family and the Gu family were also preparing lunch.

    I didn''t feel much about eating like this every day.

    Now I have this strong fragrance. When I look at the things cooked in my own pot, I lose my appetite in an instant.

    Mrs. Wang waved the shovel hard. It looked like she was going to shovel a hole in the pot. "Xu Shuhua must have been intentional! Stew a chicken and stew a chicken. I wish everyone in the village could smell the stewed chicken of the rest of their family. It stinks and shows off. Isn''t it just selling some wild fruit and making some money? It''s going to fly to heaven... "

    Mrs. Wang swears, but she can''t hide her jealousy and resentment.

    "Wow! Sweet! Milk! I want meat! "

    Wang Dabao burst into the kitchen crying, hugged Mrs. Wang''s leg and shook it.

    Seeing Wang Dabao crying, Mrs. Wang was distressed. She bent down and held Wang Dabao in her arms, "Dabao doesn''t cry! Grandma makes you eggplant noodles! "

    "I don''t eat eggplant noodles! I want meat! Eat meat! I want meat! "

    Wang Dabao is less than two years old, but people eat a little fat.

    He was already dark. After summer, he ran outside all day and got even darker.

    Now it looks black and fat as a whole.

    The black and fat Wang Dabao twisted into a twist in Mrs. Wang''s arms, kicked his hands and feet, and shook his head like a rattle.

    His eyes were closed, his mouth was wide open, he cried without tears, and kept shouting for meat.

    This is what Xu Shuhua hates most.

    From the largest Yu Wei to the smallest Yu Nuan, none of the Yu family has been so noisy.

    Every time Xu Shuhua sees Wang Dabao making such trouble, she secretly rejoices that this is not her grandson.

    Or she might really be a bad grandmother.