The sturdy peasant daughter's belly black Xianggong comes to farm

Chapter 143 Delicious Soup

After drinking it once, I was fascinated by the taste of this soup.

He also heard that drinking bone soup can mend things and make the hands and feet more flexible. Every time Liu Gengci ate, he actively urged several children in the family to drink some soup.

From sitting down to now, what Ling Moxuan has heard the most is Xiao Mo. The dishes are made by Xiao Mo, and the words are said by Xiao Mo. He could do a lot more than he had imagined.

Ling Moxuan politely said "thank you" to Liu Shi, and slowly shifted his gaze back to the soup that Liu Shi admired so much that night.

In the milky white soup, there were a few bones and a few pieces of stewed radishes that were somewhat transparent. They seemed to be something ordinary people eat, and there was no big deal.

Compared with the soup he usually drank with all kinds of delicacies, it was a thousand miles away.

But in such an unremarkable soup, there is a strong fragrance.

It seems that the aroma of meat and the sweet taste of radish are fused together.

He picked up the bowl curiously and took a sip, trembling all over.

A wonderful taste spread in the mouth. The mellow taste not only has the taste of meat, but also perfectly blends the taste of radish. The combination of the two creates an indescribable fragrance that cannot be dissipated for a long time Go, long aftertaste.

Even though it was just the most common ingredients, it tasted better than any soup he had ever had in the past.

He drank a large bowl of soup in a few sips, looked at the soup dregs in the bowl, picked it up and put it in his mouth without hesitation.

At first, I thought that these ingredients would lose their taste after being boiled in the soup, but I didn’t expect that when the soft stewed meat and radish melted into the mouth, it would have another taste.

"Is it delicious? Shall I serve you some more?" Liu Shi was attracted by Ling Moxuan's appearance and behavior, and couldn't help observing his movements all the time.

Seeing him put down the bowl, he immediately opened his mouth.

The other people at the dining table looked at the several dishes being pushed in front of Ling Moxuan, as well as the attentive mother, and they all looked at each other.

The same question was written in their eyes: "Could it be that Ling Moxuan was born by mother? And they all picked it up?"

Otherwise, why didn't Niang Qindong care about whether they could pick up the dishes that had been moved so far, and whether they needed some soup.

Su Limo looked at Liu Shi for a while, then Ling Moxuan for a while, and silently sighed: Whether it is modern or ancient, it is a society that depends on faces.

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Mrs. Liu graciously sent Ling Moxuan out of the house, and told him to come early for dinner in the future.

It's like a posture of contracting him three meals a day.

Su Limo glanced lightly, then went back to the room to draw the design of the house.

Her first house in ancient times, she must make it as perfect as possible.

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The next morning, someone passed by Su Limo's house to cut pigweed at the foot of the mountain. When he saw the mud-brick house standing next to the thatched cottage, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief: "When did there become an extra house here?"

She clearly remembered that when she came here yesterday, there was still nothing there.

How could a new house pop up in just one night?
She has a good relationship with Su Limo's family, at least there is no dispute. When she saw this house, she didn't even bother to cut the pigweed, so she walked towards Su Limo's house, just in time to see Mrs. Liu drying clothes at the door, shouting He said, "Fangzi, when did you get an extra house next door to your house?"

(End of this chapter)