Chapter 471: 131: Zheng Xianjing Looks for Fuwa Father and Son_3
Since all the ingredients were prepared in advance, it took only a few minutes to make four bowls of taro balls.
Ni Yang brought the cooked taro balls to the table.
Li Yanran exclaimed in surprise, “Yangyang, what kind of dessert did you make? It looks so beautiful!”
Ni Yang said, “This is a traditional snack from Southern Fujian called Red Bean Taro Balls, give it a try.”
Li Yanran took a spoon and tasted it. The mouthfeel was a mixture of the chewiness of red beans and the creaminess of milk, exhibiting a rich, fragrant flavor that also emitted a light refreshing scent, somewhat similar to lemon, yet it also smelled mildly like mint.
It was satisfying and refreshing.
She gently bit into a taro ball, finding it pleasantly chewy with a hint of sweet potato fragrance.
It was absolutely delicious!
Li Yanran had never tasted such a delicious dessert!
“Delicious, it’s really delicious!” Li Yanran said vaguely, “Yangyang, what are these chewy little balls made of?”
The taro balls were indeed delightful, even Xiaozhou—who didn’t usually have a sweet tooth—found them irresistible.
Ni Yang explained with a smile, “The purple ones are made from sweet potato and cassava flour, the yellow ones are pumpkin, and the white ones are potato.”
“Yangyang, you are really talented!” Li Yanran hugged Ni Yang around the waist, “If I were a boy, I’d definitely marry you!”
Ni Yang said, “Eat as much as you like, and if it’s not enough, there’s more in the fridge!”
“Alright, alright!” Li Yanran nodded hastily.
Ni Yang went back into the house to call Ni Cuihua, “Mom, come out for dessert.”
“Okay.” Ni Cuihua walked out of the room.
“Where’s Yunyun?” Ni Yang continued to ask.
“Oh.” Ni Yang nodded slightly.
Mother and daughter came to the living room, where Xiaozhou and Li Yanran politely greeted Ni Cuihua.
After finishing the dessert, Ni Yang asked, “Yanran, Xiaozhou, what do you want to eat tonight?”
Li Yanran said, “I like anything you cook, Yangyang!”
Everything made by Ni Yang was definitely a delicacy.
Xiaozhou said, “I’m like booger girl, anything goes.”
Li Yanran shot Xiaozhou a fierce glare.
Only then did Xiaozhou realize he’d put his foot in his mouth, and quickly corrected himself, “I’m like Yanran, anything goes.”
“Then let’s have hot pot tonight.” The hot pot was both delicious and convenient. It was appropriate for a big group of people since cooking individual dishes could be troublesome.
“Yangyang, I’ll help you wash the vegetables.” Li Yanran quickly followed Ni Yang.
“Yangyang, I’ll help too.” Xiaozhou also joined in the fun.
In no time, the small kitchen filled with cheerful laughter and the appetizing aroma of hot pot ingredients.
Ni Yang made a spicy oil base and a clear soup base for the hot pot.
The spicy oil was made from beef tallow, chili peppers, and star anise, while the clear soup was made from a broth stewed with an old hen and mushrooms.
Ni Yang prepared some homemade fish tofu, shrimp paste, meatballs, thinly sliced lamb, vegetables, tofu, etc. for the hot pot ingredients.
Having a bite of the spicy and fragrant hot pot ingredient, followed by a sip of chilled sour plum soup, the taste was absolutely refreshing!
Neither Xiaozhou nor Li Yanran had ever tasted such a delicious hot pot. They were so excited that they were at a loss for words.
The boiling spicy oil reflected the smiling faces of everyone, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere.
Xiaozhou was a responsible person. That night, he had the items sent over to Zheng Xianjing.
The day after receiving the items, Zheng Xianjing couldn’t wait to visit Walt Road.
When she arrived, she happened to see a boy named Fuwa playing by the roadside.
He was a skinny little boy, even skinnier than he looked in the photos.
He was wearing tattered clothes, had no shoes that fit his feet, and looked no different from a beggar.
Normally, Zheng Xianjing would not give this little beggar a second glance.
But today was different.
Because this child was her only trump card to take down Li Xianxian.
If the information was true, then Li Xianxian’s life would be ruined!
Nevermind that she was carrying Mo Baichuan’s child, even if she were bearing a dragon, it would be useless!
At the thought of this, an unmistakable smugness passed across Zheng Xianjing’s eyes.
“Little friend.” Zheng Xianjing squatted down in front of Fuwa, trying to muster a gentle smile.
Fuwa backed away a step, looking slightly afraid and asked, “Who… who are you?”
Zheng Xianjing took a step forward, “Don’t be scared, little friend. I’m not a bad person. I’m here to help you.”
Fuwa didn’t respond, but watched Zheng Xianjing vigilantly.
Zheng Xianjing continued, “Is your name Fuwa?”