Is the beginning of a catastrophe? The little farm cook is raising a family with a full warehouse.

After drinking a bowl of soup and eating a few pieces of soft pigeon meat, Shen Shulan's soul was suddenly pulled back and he felt reality.

She held the soup bowl, lowered her eyes, and wondered what she was thinking.

"Here, use it to wipe your sweat."

Seeing that she was getting better, Cheng Yuntao took the bowl of soup and handed her a clean handkerchief, indicating that she should wipe the cold sweat from her forehead.

"Thank you." Shen Shulan opened his mouth and thanked him in a low voice.

Cheng Yuntao opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but after seeing Shen Shulan's distraught look, she hesitated for a moment and chose to shut her mouth and not ask any more questions.

"Sit down and digest it first, then lie down and rest when your stomach is no longer bloated."

Shen Shulan had been prepared for questioning, but she didn't expect the other party to not ask too many questions, which made her feel a little surprised.

Perhaps it was because the atmosphere was too peaceful and comfortable, or perhaps it was because the warm soup soothed his empty stomach, Shen Shulan gradually calmed down and fell asleep again.

She slept for a whole night, and when she woke up again, the wound had begun to scab over, her mental state had improved a lot, and she could even get out of bed and walk around by herself.

Cheng Yuntao had already washed and dried yesterday's wet clothes and neatly folded them next to the pillow.

Shen Shulan stood up, put on his clothes, walked out from behind the screen, and when he looked up, he saw Cheng Yuntao making breakfast.

"Are you awake? I had soup dumplings and preserved egg and lean pork porridge for breakfast. Just wait a moment, it will be ready soon."

When Cheng Yuntao heard the noise, she just turned around, took a look, said something, and then continued to busy herself with the things at hand.

"I……"

Shen Shulan originally felt that she had recovered a lot and should not continue to trouble others. It was time for her to leave, but the faint aroma of food in the air stopped her in her tracks.

Should I have breakfast before leaving? Thinking of this, she loosened her clenched fists, found a flat place to sit down, and waited quietly.

Making xiaolongbao is a delicate craft. The ratio of water to flour must be precisely controlled when kneading the dough, and the dough must be given enough time to stretch when it is resting. Kneading the dough requires strength and technique, and only with the cooperation of all parties can the dough be ensured to have both toughness and excellent taste.

The filling is even more demanding. The pork leg must be perfectly balanced, with a perfect balance of fat and lean. The minced ginger and chopped green onions must be minced until fine, like a paste. When mixing with the meat filling, the mixture must be rotated in the same direction to achieve the delicate, melt-in-your-mouth texture.

The essence of xiaolongbao lies in the preparation of the pig skin jelly. Selected pig skin is repeatedly beaten and finely chopped, then thoroughly marinated with special seasonings and cooked in a slow-cooked chicken broth.

The pig skin and chicken soup are slowly simmered until they cool and solidify into crystal clear jelly, which is then cut into even small pieces and mixed with the meat filling.

During steaming, the jelly slowly melts due to the heat and turns into the delicious and mellow soup in the dumplings.

When Shen Shulan got up, breakfast was almost ready. After a while, Cheng Yuntao brought the small steamer to the table.

"It's time for breakfast! Come on everyone!"

The two children ran the fastest and sat obediently in their usual seats. Zhou Xiufang followed slowly behind and sat down next to the children.

Shen Shulan seemed to be infected by this warm and lively scene. He stood up unconsciously and walked to the dining table.

Shen Shulan, dressed in black again, looked particularly cold and ruthless. As she approached, the atmosphere began to become tense.

Cheng Yuntao was not affected at all. She raised her hand and opened the small steamer. A white mist rose up. When the mist slowly dissipated, rows of small, exquisite and lovely dumplings came into view.

Although small in size, it has a graceful shape. The crystal clear skin is so thin that it is almost invisible, and you can vaguely see the plump meat filling and the gently shaking soup inside.

"Hurry up and sit down. Try my cooking. Be careful with the heat. First, make a small bite and wait for it to cool down before you sip the juice."

The skin is thin but not broken. When you pick it up, it is soft yet surprisingly tough. Even if you shake it lightly, the soup wrapped inside will ripple slightly.

Cheng Yuntao pulled Shen Shulan to sit down, handed her a clean empty bowl, and put a few dumplings in it.

Shen Shulan had only eaten ordinary steamed buns before and had never tried these soup dumplings. He found it quite novel and picked it up to look at it from left to right before putting it in his mouth. Finally, he imitated Cheng Yuntao and tasted it.

First, use chopsticks to poke the skin, which is as thin as a cicada's wing, to open a small hole and allow the aroma to overflow through the gap.

Be patient and wait for a while, then bring the dumplings to your lips. The hot and delicious soup will instantly burst into your mouth like a wave, accompanied by the perfect and delicious taste that stimulates your taste buds.

It has a complex aroma with the aroma of meat, bones and various spices carefully brewed together. It has a slight sweetness in the salty aroma, is just the right amount of richness and does not feel greasy at all.

The slight numbing sensation on the tip of the tongue instantly spread throughout the body like an electric current.

It was still a little too hot. Shen Shulan's brain went blank in an instant under the sudden impact of this delicious taste. The rhythm that he had originally prepared to savor it carefully was completely disrupted. He could only blow air repeatedly instinctively, trying to relieve the stimulation brought by the scalding heat.

At the same time, he sucked the tempting soup carefully, as if the wonderful taste would slip away from his tongue if he was distracted for a moment.

She always ate slowly and had never made such a fool of herself in dining etiquette. She couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, and a blush quietly climbed up the back of her neck and spread to her earlobes.

Cheng Yueli was originally very afraid of her, but after seeing this scene, she let out a crisp laugh and imitated Shen Shulan, blowing the dumplings hard.

Shen Shulan didn't get angry when he saw this. He just quickened his movements, put the dumplings completely into his mouth, and swallowed them.

After mastering the technique, Shen Shulan ate several more in one breath. Only after the whole basket of dumplings was finished off did he put down his chopsticks with a hint of regret.

If there were any left, she felt she could eat another basket by herself.

Shen Shulan is much taller than the average woman. In addition, she has the habit of practicing martial arts on a daily basis, which consumes a lot of physical energy, so naturally she eats more.

Cheng Yuntao didn't expect that even though she steamed several baskets of buns in the morning, they were still not enough to share. It seems that she needs to prepare more next time.

Cheng Jingzhu, who was sitting opposite Shen Shulan, held up his chopsticks with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

I originally thought that this sister in black was a cold and aloof fairy, but I didn't expect that she ate the soup dumplings much faster than them.

Shen Shulan's aloof personality showed signs of collapse under the attack of soup dumplings.