Rebirth in the 1990s: The Fat Cannon Fodder Wife Wants to Turn Things Around

Chapter 245 Problematic Chicken Soup
"Uncle Hu, if you want to drink, I will serve it for you later."

"Cheat me? Look how much soup is left in here, who is enough to drink? Give me this!"

Meng Yao held the soup bowl firmly.

When Uncle Hu came to snatch it, she grabbed it hard, her face blushing.

"Uncle Hu, if you want to drink, I will make it for you later."

Uncle Hu, Uncle Hu, you can't drink this casually, it contains tranquilizers, if you drink it, you will get dizzy.

Has Uncle Hu forgotten her idea?
However, Uncle Hu couldn't hear Meng Yao's cry in his heart, and he didn't know something was wrong, so he had to grab it.

Jiang Huizhi covered her mouth and coughed a few more times. While coughing, she said, "Give it to the old man!"

Although the dishes Meng Yao cooked were delicious, she had no appetite, and what she ate just now was barely, and she also resisted being asked to drink chicken soup.

Old man Hu seems to have never eaten anything good in his life, so he wants to grab even a little chicken soup.

Meng Yao was distracted when she heard Jiang Huizhi's words. When she was distracted, the soup bowl in her hand was snatched by Uncle Hu.

He "sucked and sucked" two sips, sighing while drinking.

"Yao girl's food is delicious, but it smells like medicine. Is there too much food?"

Meng Yao stomped her feet, "That's for the godmother's body!"

"It's the same for mending my body."

Uncle Hu has been with old man Sun for a while, and he knows what it means to not be nourished. He is afraid of being too nourished, and he has given old lady Jiang too much, so he grabs the chicken soup at this moment.

A small bowl of chicken soup was not enough for him to make. After drinking it, he pouted his mouth and relished it. He couldn't help but say, "It tastes good, but the smell of medicine is too strong."

Meng Yao wants to cry but has no tears.

There are not only some spices for making the soup in the chicken soup, but also the soothing medicine specially prescribed by Dr. Sun. It is strange that it has no taste.

Originally it was for Mrs. Jiang to drink, but now it is good. Uncle Hu drank more than half of it.

Uncle Hu saw that there was still chicken soup in the stewed chicken, so he wanted to scoop it up again, but Meng Yao puffed his cheeks and knocked his hand away.

"Uncle Hu, this is stewed for the godmother."

A whole chicken was stewed, most of the chicken was eaten by the family, and only a few pieces of chicken were brought, and the soup was specially prepared by Meng Yao, and it was specially stewed for Jiang Huizhi to drink. It was a medicinal soup.

Uncle Hu felt resentful, feeling that Meng Yao was being stingy, and since she recognized Mrs. Jiang as her godmother, she didn't get along well with him.

Meng Yao finally poured out some chicken soup and brought it to Jiang Huizhi.

Meng Yao skimmed off the boiled oil, and it didn't look greasy, but Jiang Huizhi had already lost her appetite.

"Give that old man a drink, let him drink his fill."

This will not work.

Meng Yao stopped her and shook her head vigorously.

"Godmother, I specially stewed this for you to nourish your body. If Uncle Hu wants to drink it, I'll just stew it for him when I have time!"

As he said that, he couldn't help stepping on Uncle Hu who wanted to come over to grab the chicken soup.

Uncle Hu couldn't help sighing after crying "Ouch".

"What chicken soup for the old woman, didn't you see that she didn't want to drink it? If she wanted to drink it, how could I grab it?"

Therefore, if you want to know about Jiang Huizhi, you still have to count Uncle Hu.

Jiang Huizhi rolled his eyes at Uncle Hu, and pushed the bowl to the middle, "I don't want to drink these greasy things."

Meng Yao knew that Uncle Hu had been wronged, so she gritted her teeth and moved her feet away.

Then looking at the little chicken soup, I still persuaded.

"Godmother, that's all, just drink it!"

"Don't worry, my stew is very delicious, not oily!"

As he said that, he had already reached out to help Jiang Huizhi lift the bowl and brought it to her mouth.

Jiang Huizhi was helpless, and replied: "Okay, then I will try it!"

After tasting it in my mouth, I realized that what Old Man Hu said about the smell of medicine was true, it did have a smell of medicine, and the smell was very strong.

Uncle Hu seldom dealt with medicinal materials, but Jiang Huizhi was not. She had been husband and wife with old man Sun for such a long time, so she naturally had a lot of contact with medicinal materials, and she thought she knew a little about them.

It's not just the stew of medicinal spices.

She only took a sip before raising her head, "What kind of stew is used, it's quite fragrant!"

Meng Yao laughed with a guilty conscience, "This is a stewed soup. If I learn it from others and use it to nourish my body, the godmother will find it delicious."

Jiang Huizhi's eyes flickered, she nodded with a smile, and took a bowl to drink up the small amount of chicken soup.

Seeing that Jiang Huizhi had drunk it, Meng Yao was relieved, fearing that the medicine would get stronger too quickly, so she hurriedly asked, "Godmother, would you like to take some more?"

Jiang Huizhi shook her head, "Eat well."

Naturally, Meng Yao didn't persuade her, she gritted her teeth and said, "Then let me help you to rest on the bed?"

Jiang Huizhi got up as Meng Yao wished, and Uncle Hu was still eating there. He only ate mapo tofu at first, but now seeing that old lady Jiang stopped eating, he put down his chopsticks for every dish.

Take a bite and nod your head a few times.

"What the little girl cooks is delicious. Old lady Jiang is really unlucky."

"This sweet and sour short rib is made, um, the sweet and sour taste is absolutely perfect... Who did the little girl learn from? It's not like I can research it myself!"

"This tofu is so tender, my old Hu is so lucky!"

"Vinegar potato shreds, did you cut this potato shreds yourself? The little girl is good at knives!"

Uncle Hu had a great time eating.

But he was obviously enjoying the food, but for some reason he was a little sleepy.

Uncle Hu yawned, and tears came out.

"Why are you sleepy? I had a good rest yesterday!"

This drowsiness seems to go without saying. Just after Uncle Hu finished speaking, he yawned one after another.

Tears also flowed down the corners of his eyes.

Qi Boyan followed Meng Yao and the others for a few steps, and stopped when he watched her help Jiang Huizhi to the bed.

However, he took a few glances at Jiang Huizhi's undiscovered emotions.

It seems that my daughter-in-law is really not material for doing bad things.

Meng Yao took care of Jiang Huizhi, so Qi Boyan naturally had to be stubborn about Uncle Hu who yawned more and more.

Uncle Hu was still wondering, his body was getting more and more sleepy, and his eyelids were drooping and drooping, almost unable to open them.

The meals that had particularly appealed to him were no longer tasty.

Qi Boyan turned back, and gently paced and sat beside Uncle Hu.

Looking at Uncle Hu who was already sleepy with his chin propped up, he sighed softly, and took the chopsticks he was still holding in his hand.

He asked softly, "Master, is the chicken soup good?"

"Chicken, chicken soup, delicious!"

Uncle Hu was in a daze, and he was still boasting that the chicken soup was delicious. He pinched a few of the beards he had grown and held them in his hands, and pulled them.

The head is bit by bit, the beard hurts, and the person will be more awake.

He muttered, still praising Mengyao, "The food made by the little girl is delicious. You boy is really lucky in eight lifetimes to marry the little girl!"

"You're not good enough for a little girl, and you don't know how to be funny..."

Uncle Hu reprimanded Qi Boyan, and Qi Boyan nodded quietly.

"So not everyone can drink the chicken soup made by the little girl, does Uncle Hu know?"

"Gah?"

What do you mean?
Uncle Hu, who was half-beating his head, turned his head and turned, and finally came to his senses.

"The chicken soup made by the little girl, yes, yes..."

And at this moment, the door was pushed open with a "bang".

In addition to Liu Yishou who went to withdraw the money just now, Hu Si also walked in.

Uncle Hu's head was already dizzy, and he muttered alone in his mouth, "Chicken, chicken soup..."

However, after talking about it, talking about it, before he could say anything, he fainted.

(End of this chapter)