Chapter 211: Eat pig brains and make up more

Rong Ma, "......"

Rong Ma didn't turn around, didn't stop her footsteps, and went directly into the kitchen.

After a while, Rong Ma came out with a tray, which contained a bowl of chilled sour plum soup, white porcelain painted with gold and plates against the backdrop, cut thin and thick, just one bite at a time, green skin and red flesh with watermelon.

"Miss, you use it slowly."

"Good~"

Ming Ge picked up a piece of watermelon, took a bite, and curled his eyebrows.

Yin Ruwei clenched her skirt tightly with her hand, her little face flashed a hint of sharpness, she said in a deep voice, "Mother Rong, I just asked you to help me go upstairs to get something, didn't you hear?" ”

Putting the tray down, Rong Ma straightened her waist, half turned around, looked dazed and innocent, and sighed, "Miss Ruwei, did you call me just now?" ”

After asking "doubts", Rong Ma rubbed her ears, and sighed, "Alas, when people are old, they are useless, and their ears are not good." ”

After Mama Rong finished speaking, she looked at Yin Ruwei, her appearance was so sincere that people couldn't find a trace of fault, "Miss Ruwei, what do you want me to help you get?" I'll go now. ”

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Yin Ruwei's chest rose and fell slightly, how could she not know that Rong Ma was pretending to be stupid?

Go now?

What's the use of going now?

Compared with Ming Ge, it is a disadvantage after all!

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of being stopped by her mother, who was talking to her stepfather, Yin Ruwei suppressed her temper, gritted her teeth, and said negatively: "No need!" ”

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Dinner.

Almost all of the dishes on the table are like to have dishes, and the taste is spicy and heavy.

In front of Yin Ruwei, there is ...... Porridge.

Her beautiful eyes sank, pinched the chopsticks, and her beautiful face did not change, but her tone clearly revealed that she was unhappy, "Mother Rong, you just let me eat this?" ”

Rong's mother withdrew her hand, folded it in front of her, and her face did not change, "Miss Ruwei, the injury on your leg is not suitable for eating spicy, greasy food." ”

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Yin Ruwei glanced at the table full of fish heads with chopped peppers, braised prawns, and boiled pork slices......

Knowing that she is not suitable for eating spicy and greasy, she also made a full table, what is her intention?

Rong's mother said again, "The eldest lady will not come back once, I will let the chef follow the eldest lady's taste for dinner today, of course, considering that Miss Ruwei is a patient, this is the kitchen specially made pork bone porridge for you, the pork bones are mixed with dozens of medicinal herbs, and simmered for several hours, which is the most nourishing." ”

&; I said it for her sake.

Yin Ruwei didn't want to say anything, but she knew that her mother was partial to Mingge, and she was uneasy in her heart after all.

Yin Yilan took matters into her own hands, and gave her a bowl of porridge with light pork bones, and said in a gentle tone, "Mother Rong is right, the home remedies in the countryside are what you eat and what you make up, Weiwei, you have a leg injury for a hundred days, eat more pork bones as quickly as possible." ”

Yin Ruwei raised her head and pulled out a pale smile at her mother, "...... Thank you Mom. ”

Looking at this scene of "mother's kindness and filial piety", Ming Ge suddenly tilted his head and asked, "Mother Rong, do you have any roasted brain flowers in the dish today?" ”

Roasted brain flowers?

The eldest lady never eats it.

β€œβ€¦β€¦ Nope. After being stunned, Rong's mother hurriedly said, "Miss, if you want to eat, I will immediately tell the chef to do it." ”

"It's not that I'm going to eat." Ming Ge smiled toothily at Yin Ruwei's mother and daughter, "It's for Ruwei to eat, make up more." ”

Where to eat, where to make up.

Yin Ruwei, "......"

Yin Yilan, "......"

To clarify:

The author has no malice towards the dish itself, but the plot in the text needs it, please don't substitute, thank you.

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