Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1863 - 1676: Workload_3

After all, the hard work is borne by the Old He Family!

Back at the guesthouse, Master Chai and Xiaozhou checked the sky: "Didn’t wander around the mountain much?"

How could there be time to wander? If you turn your eyes away for a second, the kids will run off, and breakfast will be missed.

Song Tan laughed, "It’s too hot, let’s stroll later in the evening. Master Chai, is breakfast ready?"

Certainly, it can be done.

The sheep was slaughtered in the early hours, and the lamb soup started simmering at dawn.

Now the rich broth is ready, just need to pluck some greens into the soup, noodles, side dishes, lamb slices, and then the two thick pancakes baked in the pan...

Master Chai explained further: "Lamb soup with pancakes is delicious, it’s good for soaking bread too. I noticed the flour is good, making leavened bread will certainly be fragrant and sweet. Everyone can taste to see if it suits."

"Coriander and other condiments are over here, help yourselves. I didn’t season the salt heavily, you can add if you’d like, but I think best not to, because this lamb soup is particularly fresh, with very little gaminess..."

He usually isn’t this verbose, as a chef, naturally prioritizes guests’ tastes.

But today, he couldn’t help it; chances to encounter such good meat in a lifetime are rare, truly doesn’t want strong flavors to ruin it.

"Also, would anyone like chili oil?"

The kitchen immediately came alive.

After a bustling morning, now with the air conditioning in the hall, steaming bowls of creamy white lamb soup are served, with green coriander sprinkled on top.

No need to use chopsticks, you can see the thinly sliced, large pieces of fresh lamb inside.

The whole room is filled with a rich aroma, increasingly making one ravenous, whetting the appetite.

He Tuo truly forgets after eating, he quickly forgets the words said on the mountain, even looking at the table:

"Mom, which bowl is mine?"

He Kuang’s wife smiled slightly: "None of these bowls are yours."

"Good son, told you, if you’re wrong, you can’t have any of these."

Meanwhile, Qin Yun and Yun Feng swiftly prepared bowls of soup and side dishes for their daughter, leading her to eat slowly at a small table nearby.

Kids speak more plainly:

"Dad! This soup is hot, so good! I can drink 100 bowls."

"Me too!"

He Tuo looked blankly at the group of adults and children immersed in lamb soup, engulfed in the steam, pouting:

"Mom, I’m hungry..."

"Son." The mother slurped a mouthful of hot vermicelli, mumbling:

"Children won’t get hurt being hungry for a while. Wait a bit more, mom will take you to the mountain cafeteria after eating."

He Tuo this time really burst into tears!

Lun Jing just came in holding a bowl of soup, totally unaware of what had happened.

Seeing the child cry, she hastily moved forward to inquire, but Lun Chuan stopped her: "No worries, they have their own ways of educating children."

That indeed shouldn’t be involved, Lun Jing stared at her bowl of soup: "Logically, eating more for breakfast won’t make one fat, right? Do you think I can have another piece of pancake later?"

Lun Chuan already used to her self-deception, moreover —

"Freshly ground wheat flour, isn’t it a shame not to eat? Eat it."

Lun Jing feeling supported, immediately relaxed.

Among He Tuo’s loud wails, Mr. He apologized with a smile to everyone and promptly picked up the obedient grandchild, placing him beside himself.

Then loudly said: "Tuo, grandpa is hard of hearing, cry louder, it won’t hurt being hungry."

Song Tan just entered the room, hearing those words couldn’t help but laugh.

He Kuang’s family can remain normal amidst the little one’s antics, evidently, they are quite witty!

She turned to look at Lun Jing:

"Aunt, didn’t you message yesterday about a gifted pot from the induction cooker that didn’t work out, planning to replace it? Why not use that pot for Little Ten’s extra meal later?"

"Sure." Lun Jing was gulping a plate of mutton, utterly satisfied, long forgetting the pot could still boil tea:

"Over there."

That little two-handled iron pot was dug out by Song Tan, estimating, she discussed with Lun Chuan:

"For He Tuo’s workload, giving our dog half a basin of meat and half of milk each day as an extra, should be enough?"

Master Xiao Zhou was carrying freshly made hot leavened bread into the room, hearing this, looking at the pot, his blood pressure soared instantly.