Chapter 20-2: Mouth-Watering
After exchanging greetings with Sheng Laotaitai, Luo Sheng
glanced at Luo Chen several times before asking, "Have you had
breakfast?" Luo Chen turned away and replied casually, "I just took
my medicine."
Luo Sheng smiled gently and said, "Perfect timing then.
I made a bowl of porridge for you." The corner of Luo Chen's mouth
twitched as he responded coldly, "I don't want to eat it." He ate
that bowl of porridge yesterday not for Luo Sheng's sake but merely out of
curiosity. "Didn't you eat the porridge that Hongdou delivered last
night?" Luo Sheng asked. "It was so terrible."
Sensing the tense atmosphere, Sheng Laotaitai cleared her
throat and asked, "Sheng'er can still cook porridge?"
"Yes." Luo Sheng answered shortly and asked casually, "Has Waizumu
had breakfast?" Sheng Laotaitai choked for a while. This question is
difficult to answer.
Of course, she had indeed already eaten breakfast, but
considering that her granddaughter had chosen not to cause trouble and instead
stayed at home to cook porridge, shouldn't she be encouraged? After quickly
weighing the pros and cons, Sheng Laotaitai smiled and said, "I haven't
had breakfast yet."
Luo Sheng glanced at Luo Chen, who wore a sullen expression,
and her lips curved into a slight smile. "If Waizumu doesn't mind, would
you like to try it?" Hearing this, Luo Chen's lips twitch. Sheng Laotaitai
was about to bite the bullet and agree, but the outraged young boy said,
"How can I let Waizumu eat something I don't want to eat?"
"Bring it to me," Luo Chen demanded as if he was
making a sacrifice for his waizumu. Sheng Laotaitai was deeply moved, secretly
acknowledging her grandson's filial nature and realizing that her years of
cherishing him had not been in vain.
Luo Sheng nodded at Hongdou, who swiftly retrieved a bowl of
porridge from the food container and handed it to Fusong.
The cold-colored celadon bowl held a serving of white
porridge topped with a layer of glistening porridge oil. Diced-sized pieces of
meat were scattered throughout, accompanied by shredded bamboo shoots, shiitake
mushrooms, pine nuts, and other ingredients that intertwined into a
mouth-watering aroma.
As Fusong gazed at this bowl of meat porridge, his eyes
widened in astonishment. It was completely different from what he had seen the
day before!
Luo Chen lightly cleared his throat, bringing Fusong back to
attention. Fusong promptly served the porridge in front of Luo Chen. As Luo
Chen took a sip, his brows furrowed, and his expression froze.
Sheng Laotaitai, despite her old age, had excellent teeth
and a passion for eating. With years of culinary experience, she could easily
recognize the hidden extraordinariness beneath the seemingly ordinary bowl of
meat porridge. Observing Luo Chen's reaction, she couldn't help but ask,
"How is it?"
Having endured a terrible bowl of porridge the previous
night and followed by a morning dose of medicine, Luo Chen's taste buds were
now treated to the soft and delicate rice infused with the tantalizing aroma of
meat. Unable to contain his satisfaction, he let out a long sigh.
It tasted incredibly delicious!
"Can barely be eaten." After Luo Chen finished his
statement, he gently ate the porridge. Still, no matter how gentle he was, he
couldn't stop taking one mouthful after another. The small celadon bowl soon
bottomed out. There is no more? Luo Chen was left embarrassed, staring at the
now empty bowl. Had he been possessed? How did he unknowingly devour it all?
Sheng Laotaitai glanced at the scraped-clean porridge bowl,
and for the first time, she had doubts about her grandson's intentions. It
seemed that it wasn't out of filial piety that he had prevented her from eating
the porridge earlier; it was simply because he found it delicious and didn't
want to share it with her...
"It seems that little brother still quite likes it.
Then I will have Hongdou bring you another bowl of porridge at noon," Luo
Sheng said, rising from her seat without mocking Luo Chen for finishing the
porridge. She understood the young boy often said things he didn't mean, and
there was no need to dwell on it and embarrass him.
"No need. Fusong will get my lunch from the
kitchen." Luo Chen replied.
A cough interrupted the conversation, and Sheng Laotaitai
smiled as she said, "Then let Sheng'er instruct Hongdou to deliver a bowl
of porridge to Funing Hall at noon. Cough cough, my teeth aren't as good as I
grow older, and porridge is perfect as it requires less effort to eat than
other foods."
Luo Chen: "..."
How did he suddenly remember that Waizumu loves to eat pork
tendons?
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