Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1879 - 1684: Vegetable and Egg Drop Congee
Capítulo 1879: Chapter 1684: Vegetable and Egg Drop Congee
A group of people stayed at the riverside beach until sunset, when dusk descended, and only then did they bring baskets and bundles of lotus leaves, wobbling their way back.
At the guesthouse, Master Jiang and Xiaozhou had already prepared dinner. Upon seeing those fragrant lotus leaves, they tore them open to take a whiff and immediately made the decision:
“Tomorrow morning, we’ll steam lotus leaf sticky rice chicken!”
He picked one of the small lotus pods, tasted it, and gave Xiaozhou one to try as well.
The master and apprentice stood there enjoying it for quite a while and then reluctantly concluded:
“These are too tender. They won’t have the same flavor if cooked into porridge or soup; it’s best to eat them directly like this.”
The group crowded in at once: Just what we had in mind!
After dinner, everyone holding a small lotus pod, sat in the courtyard to catch the breeze, gaze at the stars and the Milky Way against the night sky, peel lotus seeds, and chat…
It couldn’t be more pleasant.
The children were now re-energized and full of vigor, as Little Ten squeezed in beside He Tuo, making it impossible for him to move.
Qin Beibei and Yun Danqing, having played wildly all day, were now swaying their way towards the kitchen.
The pots, pans, stoves, and everything there were much more complete than the little gadgets they use to play house!
Moreover, in today’s commercial housing, for some unknown design reason, regardless of how large the house is, the kitchen is generally small.
But here in Lun Chuan’s new home, the kitchen is as spacious as can be, combining the firewood stove with technology, making it exceptionally novel!
Master Jiang was still busy inside preparing ingredients for tomorrow’s breakfast. He turned around and saw three children huddling by the stove, giving him a start.
However, Master Xiao Zhou, who now has a family, neither rushed nor hurried, but instead took a small electric rice cooker outside to offer hands-on guidance:
“Children, after a long day, why not make a bowl of late-night snack for your parents?”
One bowl of rice, one measuring cup, a chicken egg, cleaned greens, and a pinch of salt.
“Come, let Uncle teach you how to make a vegetable egg drop porridge—”
The parents then realized the children were interfering with the work and quickly and apologetically joined in, but seeing that they were quiet enough, they didn’t speak out.
Looking at the rice cooker, it’s much safer than fire, the children were conscious not to touch the power cord, and now were eagerly watching the opened lid, wondering if the rice porridge could really be cooked.
But Yun Feng felt a bit heartache: “Isn’t this the quality rice and ingredients?”
“It indeed is.”
Master Xiao Zhou had never experienced such a luxurious day, and now his words carried a sense of pride: “There’s really no inferior ingredients in this kitchen. But no worries—”
He reassured them: “Relax, the rice will cook, the taste may differ, but it won’t be bad.”
If given regular rice, the kids’ turning and stirring might really prevent the porridge from cooking.
If it gets ruined, he would surely feel the heartache.
Sure enough, this real-life cooking session instantly captivated the three children.
He Tuo was somewhat impatient, wanting to dash into the kitchen again. But Little Ten focused on the ingredients on the table, panting and extending his tongue, eyes fixated, refusing to budge.
Its paw was also pressing against He Tuo’s leash, the other could lightly struggle and move it, but…
He Tuo glanced around at the adults in the scene: If Little Ten pinned him down here, how embarrassing!
He could only resign and endure, accompanying the two girls in their play.
Yet, when the warm water slightly stimulated the aroma of the rice, he couldn’t help but swallow:
Is this what Mom’s eating today?
…
The village night was so quiet, everyone sat in the courtyard until 9 p.m., feeling the world was silent, except for slight insect calls and frog croaks.
In such settings, sleepiness unknowingly swept in, and the children yawned first.
Then they looked at that pot of porridge—
Wow!
Words cannot describe it.
Because the two sisters babbled away, added greens handful after handful, each cracked an egg, stirred with chopsticks, as one stirred, the other wanted to, too…
Now, it was a muddled mix of who knows what.
But fortunately, Master Xiao Zhou came out, glanced over, added salt, and surprisingly, despite its appearance, it tasted quite good.
But as the single-serving rice cooker was so small, everyone agreed to let the children have it.
Consequently, He Tuo got his fill of the fragrant vegetable egg drop porridge he had craved all evening.
He gulped down the bowl, his face covered with porridge water, rice broth, and egg drops, and then pitifully whined to his mom:
“I won’t climb trees tomorrow, can I still have some?”
To be fair, he behaved so well today that the He Family already softened a bit.
But when they saw Little Ten sitting there sternly, staring at He Tuo, as a mom, she stiffened her resolve:
“We’ll see how you behave tomorrow morning.”
He Tuo replied dimly, unaware this marked the adults’ softening attitude.
But the next moment, Little Ten, who had been waiting, suddenly jumped forward!
The warm dog head approached his face, the tongue stretched out and rolled quickly, licking his face wet and shiny in no time.
Everyone: …
He Tuo endured all of it, evidently today’s training wasn’t in vain.
Once Little Ten finally withdrew, sitting aside maintaining a steady demeanor, he opened his eyes again and, embarrassedly, raised his arm to wipe.
Then he looked across at his mom, aghast watching it all unfold, not yet registering it, the young boy spoke deeply:
“Mom, is my face clean now?”
He Kuang’s wife: …
She wanted to laugh, regretting not capturing the scene earlier.
Thinking to brush her hand through her child’s hair, looking at his sweaty clinging scalp hair and shiny drooled face, she nonchalantly retracted her hand:
“It’s fine, maybe we should get a bath first.”
Her words broke the spell, and everyone burst into laughter, He Kuang stroked Little Ten’s head: “You’re really not wasting anything at all!”
Little Ten grunted, holding his head high.
It had smelled it long ago, but unfortunately kept circling the three children and none thought of giving the dog a taste first!
Luckily, its fragrant meat and creamy heart remembered it, leaving a lot on the face! Salty and tasty.
It wagged its tail: Tomorrow, Little Ten will work even harder!
At this moment, Lun Chuan came out of the kitchen with a big bucket:
“This is the broth cooked in the pot, just right to bring to each room. Mix in some hot water in the bathtub to soak the kids.”
He kindly said: “Today, wild play consumed energy, especially for children. If not careful, they might get a fever tomorrow.”
Lun Chuan had indeed worked hard today, offering money, energy, and hospitality. Everyone hesitated to let him carry those heavy buckets again.
Qin Yun quickly reached to take—
Forget it.
He nonchalantly set the bucket down: “Perhaps you should carry it instead…”
