But why do not only the taste match, but even the color and the method of preparation are the same.
She tasted another spoonful, chewing slowly and savoring the flavor. There was the taste of ginger, yet she couldn’t see any ginger slices.
In her mind, the memories of her childhood surfaced again.
"Mom, Weiwei doesn’t like ginger..." At the dining table, little Weiwei pouted, disliking the taste of ginger.
Tang Xinruo smiled, "But ginger can remove the gamey taste of preserved eggs, you know."
"But Weiwei still doesn’t like it."
After that, whenever Tang Xinruo made preserved egg and lean pork porridge, she would slice the ginger, filter it through boiling water, remove the ginger slices, and then add preserved eggs and lean pork.
This was the unique taste of her mother’s cooking.
But who made this porridge? Why does it taste so similar to what her mother used to make...
Seeing her expression suddenly turn somber, Qin Sijue, sitting beside her, couldn’t help frowning and stared at her.
Gu Qiangwei glanced at him, "It’s nothing."
After speaking, she took another sip of porridge.
Her gaze fell on the chicken soup, and she couldn’t resist tasting it as well.
The rich aroma still had the taste of her mother’s cooking from years ago.
Qin Sijue just watched her, sensing that something was off.
But she didn’t want to speak, and he didn’t want to force her.
"Wow, it smells so good..."
Huo Yishan, who had just returned, smelled the rich aroma as soon as she entered and couldn’t help but feel a bit greedy.
Her gaze flitted to Gu Qiangwei on the sofa eating, and the little greedy cat couldn’t help walking over.
Gu Qiangwei looked up at the approaching Huo Yishan.
The little greedy cat didn’t look at her; as a food lover, her gaze was already fixed on that bowl of chicken soup!
"I want to try some too!"
As she spoke, she directly picked up the bowl and took a sip.
Gu Qiangwei watched her enjoying the taste and couldn’t help asking, "Yishan?"
"Hmm?" After taking a sip, Huo Yishan seemed satisfied, put down the chicken soup, and looked at Gu Qiangwei contentedly.
After all, the chicken soup was for Qiangwei, so she naturally felt bad about drinking it all by herself. Just a sip was enough to satisfy her craving!
"Did your family change cooks?"
She looked at Huo Yishan because it didn’t taste the same as the soup she had brought over last time.
At her words, Huo Yishan paused, "Cook? No, we didn’t."
Gu Qiangwei was also stunned, and she gazed down at the porridge again, "Then... did your mother make this porridge?"
Huo Yishan was confused by her, blinking twice and staring at her, "No, she didn’t."
Gu Qiangwei was also startled, "Then who did make it?"
The two exchanged bewildered looks, seeming to have confused each other!
"Don’t be silly, if the soup wasn’t made by me, why are you asking me? I didn’t bring it!"
After speaking, Huo Yishan looked at Gu Qiangwei somewhat amused.
Gu Qiangwei was thoroughly baffled by her response.
So the chicken soup and the porridge weren’t brought by Yishan?
"You didn’t bring it?"
Seeing her astonished look, Huo Yishan paused, "No, wasn’t the chicken soup brought to you by Qin Si?"
Meanwhile, Qin Sijue had picked up on the cue and slightly knitted his brows, glancing at the chicken soup but didn’t say anything.
Gu Qiangwei was left with a blank expression, staring at Huo Yishan.
If the chicken soup and porridge were neither brought by Qin Si nor Yishan, then who could it have been?
Gu Qiangwei furrowed her brows, utterly puzzled.
She looked at the porridge, her heart filled with mixed emotions, unable to pinpoint what she was feeling.
Early in the morning, Nangong Xi saw Tang Yuyan preparing soup again.