Although Mrs. Su was full of helplessness when she spoke, Su Jinluo saw pride and satisfaction in Mrs. Su's eyes.
Su Jinluo twitched his lips. Before Su Jingtian, the Su family was just an ordinary small family, and they didn't know much about health preservation.
Naturally, the Xiao family is also very different from the Su family. For this reason, her grandmother has no idea that eating such greasy food so early in the morning is simply a chronic suicide for her grandmother's age.
Her grandmother simply thought that Xiao Jinpei was showing respect and filial piety to her by serving her generously, and did not dare to skimp on her food.
Nanny Li, who had shrunk to one side, heard that Su Jinluo had been looking at the food arranged by Xiao Jinpei for Mrs. Su, and her eyes flashed.
Thinking that no one knew, Grandma Li shrank back and walked towards the door.
Su Jinluo, who peeked at Grandma Li's movements, had a smile in her eyes and continued to discuss this topic with Mrs. Su.
Grandma Li approached a maid and whispered something to the maid. The maid, like a rabbit, hurriedly went to deliver Xiao Jinpei's message.
"Grandma, Luo'er hopes that grandma will stay young forever and live a long life, so she has been reading books like this."
Su Jinluo seemed to have mentioned it unintentionally, just to express that what she said next had some basis and could be said to be the way of the predecessors.
"Oh, what kind of moral character do you have?"
Mrs. Su became interested as soon as she heard Su Jinluo's words.
For Mrs. Su, she has everything now, and she just hopes that her granddaughter can ascend to the highest position.
For this reason, Mrs. Su wants to live as long as possible. Longevity is the only topic that Mrs. Su is most interested in now.
"In fact, many poets have mentioned that eating vegetarian food is better than eating meat. Su Dongpo once said, 'It is better to eat without meat than live without bamboo.' He even praised, 'Throwing away pine and chrysanthemums for a long time is still a small matter, and how can you endure the bitter bamboo shoots and finless porpoise?'."
Fan Chengda has a poem that says: 'Polls picked out from the snow taste like honeyed lotus roots and are richer and richer. Zhumen's meat has no flavor and can only be served as ordinary dishes.'"
"Luo'er, that's wrong." Su Jinluo just finished speaking, and Xiao Jinpei, who hurried over, answered.
"If vegetarianism is so good, why is there still Dongpo Pork?" Isn't Dongpo Pork named after Su Dongpo?
"Our Su family is not a small family, and my mother is the most precious treasure of the Su family. If she were a vegetarian, wouldn't it mean that she would be miserable?"
Xiao Jinpei steadied her breathing and saw Su Jinluo's eyes filled with coldness.
This little bitch really can't even go a day without causing trouble for her. She simply refuses to live in peace.
"What about shepherd's purse in mother's eyes?" Su Jinluo smiled and asked again.
"What is that?" Xiao Jinpei had never heard of shepherd's purse at all.
Aunt Bian, who came with her, knew about shepherd's purse, so she explained it to Xiao Jinpei.
Upon hearing Aunt Bian's explanation, Xiao Jinpei's expression changed: "Those superficial things that grow in the wild, if you give them to your grandmother to eat, wouldn't you be ruining your grandmother!"
After listening to Xiao Jinpei's words, Mrs. Su probably knew what shepherd's purse was. For this reason, Mrs. Su's face didn't look good.
How could she eat the weeds growing in this wild field!
"However, Su Dongpo praised him for 'going around the wheat fields in search of wild shepherds and forcing him to cook mountain soup for the monks'. Lu You was even more addicted to shepherds and wrote a poem praising its freshness and flavor: 'The shepherds cooked by hand are as beautiful as those under the breasts.
Dolphin'; 'The garden is full of shepherd's purse when the lingering snow has just disappeared, the glutinous rice soup is more precious than the lamb's dolphin'; even 'I think about returning home every day to fill up on ferns and weeds, and don't forget to return when spring comes and the shepherd's purse is beautiful'."