Li Yuqin made two bowls of rice, a bowl of pickles, and a plate of steamed buns, and brought them to the small table used as a table on her daughter's hospital bed.

"Eat, Xiaolu, this is what your great-aunt made for you when she got up early in the morning. And Jianjian, you can eat it too. I spent the night with Xiao Lu last night, and I really worked hard for you. ”

Li Yuqin looked at her daughter who was half-lying on the hospital bed and Wang Jiandao, who was sitting next to her daughter, looking at Wang Jian's eyes, full of gratitude, because she could clearly feel that her daughter's state today, whether it was her spirit or the blood on her face, was much better than a few days ago.

"That's probably the power of love. Li Yuqin sighed in her heart, and naturally took this credit to Wang Jian's head.

Now that Ye Lu's parents are here, where does Wang Jian, who is not convenient to show his true face at present, dare to eat in front of them, wearing a mask, he shook his head and waved his hand, and said angrily:

"Uh, that...... Aunt Li, I've already eaten it, let Xiaolu eat it. I feel like Midori's appetite has gotten a lot better lately. ”

"Hee-hee, yes, Mom. Let me tell you, in the middle of the night last night, I was so hungry that I rummaged through the cabinets like a starving ghost reincarnated, and not only swept away the bucket of porridge and a few steamed buns that Aunt Zeng brought me yesterday, but also ate several apples, oranges, and three bananas. Ye Lu said to everyone with a smile, then picked up the chopsticks, picked up the rice bowl, sandwiched a small piece of pickles, mixed with porridge and shaved it into his mouth.

When she was eating, everyone around her was watching her.

Everyone was stunned when they saw her expression, their eyes widened, and Jian Ma's heart immediately chuckled, thinking, couldn't it be that the porridge she cooked for Ye Lu alone today failed, right?

But shouldn't it?

She failed to cook porridge at home once, and after being dumped by her son Wang Jian's "waste of food", she never failed again.

And Li Yuqin, who cares about Ye Lu the most, thinks that her daughter can't get used to eating this simple porridge and pickles, because Ye Lu usually eats breakfast, which is what she is a mother in the "Good Porridge Road", twenty or thirty yuan a "green vegetable millet porridge" or "lean meat field chicken porridge".

The porridge sent by Wang Jian's mother today, although it looks good, crystal round, full of grains, and is probably boiled with good rice, but it is white rice, and there is no ingredients in it, and then there is a bowl of pickles that is also not distinctive, and it is similar to that provided by restaurants in Jiangcheng.

As for what her daughter said just now, she was hungry last night, and swept away the porridge and steamed buns brought by Wang Jian's mother, she also thought it was just her daughter's exaggeration, and wanted to show Zeng Yu that she liked to eat the porridge she sent.

In terms of comparing hearts to hearts, being empathetic, and thinking about others, Li Yuqin has always been proud of her daughter.

Of course, the premise is that his daughter is not disgusted with the other party, once she meets someone she dislikes and hates, such as Zhou Xiaohai, who has become a ghost, her daughter will not pretend and not give people a good look.

"What's the matter, Xiao Lu, can't you get used to eating? This is what your aunt sent to you from Nanping, you have to eat some. Li Yuqin said with a concerned face, and her words were full of hints, implying that her daughter should not be ignorant.

"Don't worry, don't worry! Xiaolu, if the porridge is not delicious and doesn't suit your appetite, Auntie will pour it out for you. I will boil you again in the afternoon. You're good to eat steamed buns. On the way just now, you Sister Jingrong tasted one, and she said it was quite delicious. Zeng Yu didn't want Ye Lu to feel reluctant, it was just a bowl of porridge, and it was just a bowl of porridge, just throw it away if it wasn't delicious.

In the face of his mother's hint of "how much to eat", and "pour it out" in Jian's mother's mouth, Ye Lu, who was holding the rice bowl, did not speak, and was stunned, and then, everyone saw what it meant to be "reincarnated by a starving ghost".

I saw that Ye Lu, who was holding the rice bowl, shaved it with chopsticks, swish, three or five times, and slashed a bowl of porridge and a few chopsticks and pickles into his mouth and swallowed it.

"Mom, bring me another bowl!

"Aunt Zeng, this porridge you made is simply so good, it's even better than the one you gave me yesterday!

"Mom, Dad, you can also scoop a bowl and taste it!

"Really, although you two are also people who are used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, I dare to say that any delicacies from the mountains and seas are not as comfortable and useful as Aunt Zeng's bowl of porridge!"

Ye Lu, who put down the dishes and chopsticks, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his face was satisfied and comfortable, as well as deep unfinished, he didn't realize that Gangzi was eating by himself, and he didn't look like a lady at all.

As soon as Zeng Yu heard Ye Lu's words, his heart suddenly fell, and he began to instigate Li Yuqin and Ye Zihua as if offering treasures, so that the two of them also had a bowl, saying that he had brought a lot of porridge today, which was enough for a few of them to eat.

Is this porridge really that delicious?

But it looks like ordinary porridge, huh?

There is neither vegetables nor meat, just a bowl of white porridge, and it is so exaggerated compared with some delicacies from the mountains and seas?

Li Yuqin and Ye Zihua, after listening to their daughter's exaggerated words and Zeng Yu's repeated encouragement, were not only a little curious at the same time.

They had heard and seen the popularity of "Jianjian Bun Shop", and they wanted to find a chance to taste it, but in the past few months, the two of them have been running around for their daughter's illness, and they have no intention of looking for delicious food.

Besides, the "Jianjian Bun Shop" opened a fire and a family, and everyone had to queue up to buy it, and they wanted to buy it to try it, but they didn't have the time to queue up.

"Hehe, then your dad and I will have a bowl. It just so happened that we didn't have breakfast either. Li Yuqin smiled, seeing that her daughter and Zeng Yu were persuading, and Zeng Yu did bring a lot of porridge, there was more than half of the antimony pot, Wang Jian didn't eat it, and her daughter couldn't eat it alone, so just eat some.

"You not only have to eat porridge, you have to taste the steamed buns sent by Aunt Zeng, it is simply a rare and delicious delicacy in the world, and it is also better than yesterday's - Aunt Zeng, how did you do it? This porridge and pickles, as well as steamed buns, are simply ......."

While waiting for his mother to scoop his own food, Ye Lu, who was sitting on the bed, picked up the bun on the plate and nibbled on it.

"Hehe, it's very simple, it's very simple to make steamed buns. Xiaolu, if you want to learn, when you get better, Auntie will teach you!" Jian Ma smiled, looking at Ye Lu who was eating heavily, but there was no joy in her heart, only a burst of sadness remained, because of this porridge, this bun, this countless delicacies in the world, this girl in front of her, if she eats one meal, she will have one less meal, and she doesn't know how many meals there are to eat.

When Li Yuqin scooped another bowl of porridge for her daughter, and then scooped a bowl for herself and her husband Ye Zihua, and sandwiched a few chopsticks and pickles on the porridge, then picked up the chopsticks and ate casually, the subsequent scene almost repeated the appearance of the previous leaf green, gobbling up tigers, dragons sucking whales and swallowing them, just like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, three or five bites, and then killed a bowl.

Then, there is the second bowl, the third bowl...... Occasionally eat a bun and chew a steamed bun, until half an hour later, a family of three swept away most of the antimony pot porridge and more than a dozen or twenty steamed buns brought by Jian's mother Zeng Yu, then wiped his mouth while patting the bulging, swollen belly, satisfied and at the same time unfinished sigh:

"Sister Zeng, Jianjian, these breakfasts in your family are really amazing! It's so delicious! It's so useful! I've never eaten such delicious porridge and pickles, steamed buns, and steamed buns in my life! No wonder your steamed bun shop is on fire!

"The name is well deserved, it is indeed not promoted!"