Chapter 113： Zhao Xiulan's kindness 3

Jiang's family can't eat refined grains several times a year, and they usually eat unpalatable wowatou. No wonder they are so greedy now that they smell the porridge.

The porridge in the pot was stuffy for a while, and it became very sticky, soft and delicious.

The porridge made by Zhao Xiulan is different from the porridge made by other people in this era. In this era, there is a shortage of food, so when others cook porridge, they are generally reluctant to put many grains of rice into it. A handful of rice is estimated to make a pot of porridge, which is basically rice soup. There are not a few grains of rice in a bowl of porridge, and there is no reaction in the stomach.

The porridge cooked by Zhao Xiulan is thicker, and it is naturally much better than the gruel with only a few grains of rice.

Waiting for the porridge to be cooked, Madam Jiang took the bowl and handed it to Zhao Xiulan.

The bowls of the Jiang family were also very shabby and had holes, so they could barely make do with it.

Zhao Xiulan packed a bowl of white rice porridge and prepared to send it to Jiang Tiedan to eat.

In the room, Jiang Xiaoya, who smelled the fragrance, took a hard sniff and couldn't help but sighed, "It's so fragrant, Sister Xiulan, your porridge is really fragrant."

Zhao Xiulan smiled, "It's not that I cook it fragrant, it's that the white rice porridge is very fragrant."

"Sister Xiulan, white rice porridge must be delicious!"

After Jiang Xiaoya finished speaking, she said to Jiang Tiedan, "Brother, Sister Xiulan brought you white rice porridge. It's delicious, so hurry up and eat it!"

Jiang Tiedan propped himself up from the bed and sat up against the wall.

Zhao Xiulan handed the cooked porridge to Jiang Tiedan.

"Sister Xiulan, thank you!"

Originally, Jiang Tiedan was embarrassed to accept it, but now his stomach was rumbling with hunger, and the fragrance of the white rice porridge was so strong, there was no way to refuse.

"You're welcome, just eat. Only when you're full will you have the strength to recover." Zhao Xiulan said with a gentle smile.

Because it was just out of the pot, it was relatively hot. Jiang Tiedan ate it in small mouthfuls, and it was a little hot. He took a few mouthfuls and took a bite.

If it were put in the 21st century, the porridge would have to be accompanied by side dishes to be able to eat it.

But in this era, a bowl of white rice porridge is a very precious and rare thing.

Even if you don't eat side dishes and drink white rice porridge directly, it is a very rare delicacy.

After drinking for a while, Jiang Tiedan drank a bowl of porridge into his stomach, and felt that his stomach was much more comfortable, not so hungry, and warm.

Jiang Tiedan wiped his mouth and sighed, "Sister Xiulan, white rice porridge is delicious."

"Of course, after all, it's refined grains, iron eggs, are you full? I'll serve you another bowl, and there's a big pot!"

Jiang Tiedan shook his head and looked at Jiang Xiaoya and the old couple of the Jiang family.

"Sister Xiulan, can I share some of the porridge for sister Xiaoya and grandparents?"

He was embarrassed to eat alone, such a delicious white rice porridge, and hoped to be able to share it with his family.

In the end, it is necessary to ask Zhao Xiulan's opinion first.

After all, the food was given by Zhao Xiulan, so I had to listen to Zhao Xiulan's arrangement.

Zhao Xiulan sighed in her heart that this child is really sensible, just like Zhao Xiuzhu.

Young, but very mature and sensible.

Maybe it has something to do with this era and the growing environment!

It is true that the children of poor families are in charge early.

After cooking the big pot of porridge, Zhao Xiulan originally planned to let the Jiang family eat it together. After Jiang Tiedan proposed it, Zhao Xiulan nodded in agreement without hesitation.

"Of course, there is still a lot in the pot, and everyone can eat it together for two days."

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