"What steamed out is this taste! Millet porridge is millet porridge, different." Chen said with a fragrant taste, nodding heavily, "It's delicious!"

"I feel that it's not mature and a little raw." Qi Yaoyao lowered her head and looked at Sumi and pursed her lips and said.

"It's the taste when steamed, it's the taste." Chen picked up the chopsticks and put the corn in his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it, "That's right, it's ripe."

Go to the love of Te Niang, then I still have the mood to think about that kid’s thoughts, fill his stomach first!

Qi Yaoyao stood up and looked at her and said, "I want to make the corn into porridge again." She would rather drink porridge than eat the steamed corn. It was really hard to swallow.

"You really don't know what's good." Chen couldn't help but scold her, "This is something you only have during the New Year."

"It's not easy to eat and digest, so it's better to drink porridge." Qi Yaoyao looked at her with black crystal-like eyes and advised.

"I have been eating for so many years, but I haven't had any problems with it!" Chen looked down at himself and said, "You are content with Qi! We have pounded the corn for you. Some people don't take off the shells, so they steamed the brown rice for you."

"This is not good for teeth, and your teeth will fall out as soon as you get older." Qi Yaoyao said to her with a serious face.

Eating brown rice and clamping will cause teeth to wear and easily decay.

"Who is old and doesn't lose teeth?" Chen said, looking at her with a funny look, "We don't care so much."

"Uh..." Qi Yaoyao looked at her helplessly and said, "I insisted on making porridge again."

"Then you go!" Chen's black eyes looked at her with a firm attitude, "You should use less firewood!"

"I understand." Qi Yaoyao picked up the bowl and went straight to the kitchen.

Pomegranate and Lu Ming, who were eating in the kitchen, were startled when they saw Qi Yaoyao who had suddenly appeared in the kitchen. They stood up in panic and looked at her helplessly and said, "Mrs. Young Madam." They hurriedly saluted again.

"Don't worry about me when you continue eating." Qi Yaoyao said with soft eyes at them.

"Is there anything wrong with this corn rice for young lady?" Pomegranate asked worriedly as she looked at the sharp corn in her hand.

"No, no, I want to make it into porridge." Qi Yaoyao quickly explained when she heard this, and then asked, "There is one that can be used for the stove."

"I'm here." Pomegranate walked forward and took the bowl in her hand.

"Tell me, I'll do it myself." Qi Yaoyao took a step back and avoided her stretched out hand, "Eat quickly, otherwise it will get cold and will get sick easily."

Pomegranate looked at her with shock, then said carefully, "But can the young lady burn the fire?"

This kitchen is the past earth stove, and she has no problem using it, but Qi Yaoyao doesn't know it! She has never seen it before.

"Uh..." Qi Yaoyao pursed her lips and said, "I'll wait for you to finish eating."

"There is no reason to let the young lady wait." This time, Pomegranate quickly and accurately took the bowl from her hand.

He walked to the stove, looked at the clay pot, and opened the lid, "The water is just boiling." He turned around and looked at Lu Ming, "Lu Ming quickly took the teapot, pour a teapot water, and cooked porridge with the remaining water."

"Come here." Lu Ming walked to the stove with a white teapot.

The pomegranate was padded with a thick cloth towel, and took the clay pot off the fire, pouring boiled water into the teapot.

Qi Yaoyao looked around and found that the kitchen was big enough. It was clean and clean, with two stoves, one big and one small, water tanks, cupboards, and firewood piled neatly in the corner of the wall.

There is a long table in the center of the kitchen and long benches are on both sides.

The pomegranate filled the teapot with water, put the corn into the clay pot, placed it on the stove, and folded some firewood into the fire eyes.

Qi Yaoyao looked at Lu Ming, who was a little uneasy. The name should be related to Lu Ming Banquet. It can be seen that when he was young, he had a great ambition.

Only by passing the top scholar can you be eligible to attend the Luming Banquet.

Lu Ming was so hungry when he came out to beg for food in the middle of winter that he couldn't walk. When he was hiding at the door of the Shen family, he fell asleep and almost was frozen to death.

Before Shen Zhouheng rested, he saw him who was already frozen and called Chen, and the mother and son carried him into the house and put him on the kang to slow down.

He was saved by the Chen family and his son, so he stayed in the Shen family as a slave, and was named Lu Ming. He was only in his teens at that time.

It has been seven or eight years since then, and he is already a big man, and his body is only shorter than Shen Zhouheng's head.

Lu Ming has a clear outline of facial features and a pair of bright smiling eyes. She smiles before she speaks, which is very pleasing.

He was dressed in gray short brown, wearing a blue gauze scarf, and wrapped around the bun on the top of his head.

Wheat-colored skin often runs errands outside and has a thin figure.

It was boring to read a person, so Chen Zhouheng took Lu Ming as his apprentice and taught him to read and recognize words.

Usually, Lu Ming helped Chen do rough work, chopping wood, carrying water, and farming. He was often responsible for organizing the study, helping the sunken boat grinding, and accompanying him.

The journey out for the exam was difficult, and Lu Ming not only had to help carry his luggage and do some physical work. When it was dangerous, he also had to be a bodyguard and stood up to protect Shenzhou Heng.

"Mrs. Young lady, go back first! I'll bring it to you when the porridge is ready." The pomegranate covered the lid of the clay pot and looked back at her who had not left.

"Okay!" Qi Yaoyao looked at the two of them with clear eyes as water, "That... cook for a while, I like to eat soft and rotten." The two of them didn't have a good meal if she left her.

It’s just a porridge! It’s good to be watched by people, and it won’t delay eating.

"Yes!" The two bowed and watched her leave.

When Qi Yaoyao returned to the dining room, Chen Zhouheng had already returned from the Qianyao after dinner.

"Why are you not used to steaming corn?" Chen Zhouheng asked with concern when he saw her lifting the curtain and crossing the threshold.

"Yeah! The porridge is still delicious." Qi Yaoyao walked over and sat at the dining table, looking at him with gentle eyes and asked, "You'll finish eating so soon."

"It's finished." Chen Zhouheng looked at her with joy and smiled.

Chen looked at his stupid son and rolled his eyes. But just a normal greeting. As for being so happy?

"Cough cough..." Chen coughed lightly, reminding his son not to look too far, and they were all stuck to others.

It's really a shame to see, "Don't Heng'er want to continue talking about Bing Jing?"

"Mom, you haven't finished eating yet?" Chen Zhou tilted his chin and pointed the bowl in front of her.

"There are only these few bites left, and I will finish them soon." Chen picked up the bowl, took the chopsticks and pulled them a few bites, stuffed the remaining corn into his mouth, put down the bowl and chopsticks and said, "I'll eat it."

"Mom, don't worry, you still have time to leave the yamen, so I will definitely explain it to you." Chen Zhouheng said as she looked at her anxiously.
Chapter completed!