Chapter 547: Chapter 419: Hoarding Thousands upon Thousands for Natural Disasters, Raising a Child, I Let It Go 7_3
The warm tea accompanied by not-too-sweet, not-too-greasy pastries, along with the crunching of sunflower seeds.
Such days are truly leisurely.
As she watched, Su Zhiruan felt her eyelids getting heavy.
When Wen Qingyu shifted his gaze back to her, he discovered that Su Zhiruan had already fallen asleep.
The horror movie in the background continued to scream with the occasional shadowy figure appearing.
But seeing that Su Zhiruan had already fallen asleep, Wen Qingyu no longer felt like watching. He took a blanket from the nearby room and gently covered her with it.
He kept company beside Su Zhiruan, watching the ghosts on the screen without any sound.
Time seemed to pass very slowly, and Su Zhiruan had a rather good sleep.
When she woke up, she saw the movie had been turned off, and the air was filled with an incredibly appetizing aroma.
She sat up, clutching the blanket, glanced around, and immediately saw the youth busy in the kitchen.
“You’re awake? If you’re awake, get ready to eat,” Wen Qingyu waved at her, holding two steaming bowls in his hands.
“It smells so good,” she sincerely exclaimed.
Su Zhiruan stood up, folded the blanket neatly, and sneakily glanced at the two breakfast bowls he was carrying.
It turned out to be lamb soup with rice noodles.
“I… it’s my first time making this, I’m not sure if it tastes good; I followed an online recipe,” Wen Qingyu said with an embarrassed smile, removing his apron.
Su Zhiruan gave a definite thumbs up, “This looks delicious!”
After folding the blanket, she walked over, by then the two bowls of lamb soup with rice noodles were already placed on the table.
The lamb was from the tenderest parts, cut into appropriately sized pieces, with a rich broth, and beneath it lied soft and delicious rice noodles, topped with a layer of fragrant green cilantro, the aroma was so tempting one could hardly look away.
Wen Qingyu heated up four buns, those were the meat buns Su Zhiruan had made the other day, he brought them to the table.
“These are the buns you made, I’ve steamed four of them,” Wen Qingyu pulled out a chair for her, signaling Su Zhiruan to sit down.
Su Zhiruan noticed that the pot in the kitchen was still bubbling and emitting an aroma, the closer she got, the more the intense, enticing smell became too tempting to resist!
Wen Qingyu explained timely, “I saw that there were a lot of dried bean curd skins in the fridge, the edges were a bit dry, so I tried to make them into braised dishes, I also braised some fish balls and the like.”
Braised dishes, the idea coincided exactly with Su Zhiruan’s thoughts; her eyes immediately lit up with excitement, “You’re making braised dishes? I remember there are some chicken feet and duck feet in the fridge that I bought; we could braise them too!”
Su Zhiruan carefully recalled; she seemed to remember there were also duck necks and pig’s trotters.
“Okay, let’s eat first,” Wen Qingyu smiled, urging Su Zhiruan to try the food.
The lamb soup with rice noodles was very fragrant and delicious, the lamb was tender and not too gamey, well prepared, with each bite filled with the freshness of the meat, almost enough to make one’s tongue fall out. The rice noodles, wrapped around the meat pieces and soaked in broth, instantly whetted the appetite.
And the seasoning was just right.
Su Zhiruan couldn’t help but feel emotional.
While other people were struggling to survive in the apocalypse, trying to live on, to prolong their lives a little longer, here it was completely different, they ate and drank every day, never missing a meal, with all sorts of snacks, as well as afternoon tea and late-night snacks.
If she kept eating at this pace, she might gain ten pounds in a few days.
Even though the original owner of this body was very thin, Su Zhiruan decided to do some yoga or perhaps some aerobics of some sort.
While eating, she casually opened the surveillance software on her hand and monitored the current situation of the Su Family.
The Su Family today was in stark contrast to that of yesterday.
Perhaps because Su Mingzhu’s birthday had just passed, there were still some food reserves at home. They didn’t care much about the beef jerky that Su Zhiruan had photographed and sent her yesterday; she just felt that Su Zhiruan was doing well and didn’t seem as miserable as imagined.
But Su’s father was a big eater; he could eat a lot, and Su Yaozu, too, was at a growing age, with a food intake far from ordinary. Although Su’s mother and Su Mingzhu claimed they would eat less to maintain their figures, by today, they could no longer bear the hunger and began to frantically search the refrigerator for anything edible to fill their stomachs.
Unable to secure even the most basic food source, naturally, they couldn’t maintain the harmonious facade of a united family like before.
Luckily, the Su Family still had a decent amount of food reserves, and getting through today plainly shouldn’t be an issue.
Su Zhiruan thought for a moment, then casually opened the family chat group she had added before from the Su Family.
Looking at the lamb soup with rice noodles in front of her, she suddenly had an idea.