The Jiang family couldn’t eat refined grains a few times a year, and what they ate usually were unpalatable steamed buns. No wonder they were a little greedy now.
The porridge in the pot simmered for a while and became thick, fragrant, soft and delicious.
The porridge made by Zhao Xiulan was different from the porridge made by others in this era. Food was extremely scarce in this era, so when others cooked porridge, they were generally reluctant to put in many grains of rice. It took a handful of rice to make a pot of porridge, which is basically rice soup. There were not many grains of rice in a bowl of porridge, and there was no reaction in the stomach after drinking it.
The porridge cooked by Zhao Xiulan was thicker and naturally tasted much better than porridge with only a few grains of rice.
After waiting for the porridge to be cooked, Mrs. Jiang took the bowl and handed it to Zhao Xiulan.
The Jiang family’s bowl was also rather old and had a hole in it, so there was really no way to make do with it.
Zhao Xiulan filled a bowl of rice porridge and prepared to send it to Jiang Tiedan to eat.
In the room, Jiang Xiaoya, who smelled the fragrance, sniffed hard and couldn’t help but sigh. “It smells so good! Sister Xiulan, the porridge you cook is so delicious.”
Zhao Xiulan smiled and said, “It’s not that I cook it fragrantly, but that the white rice porridge is inherently fragrant.”
“Sister Xiulan, the white rice porridge must be delicious!”
After Jiang Xiaoya finished speaking, she said to Jiang Tiedan, “Brother, Sister Xiulan has brought you some rice porridge. It’s so delicious. Hurry up and eat it!”
Jiang Tiedan sat up from the bed and leaned against the wall.
Zhao Xiulan handed the cooked porridge to Jiang Tiedan.
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“Thank you, Sister Xiulan!”
Jiang Tiedan was originally embarrassed to accept it, but now his stomach was already growling with hunger, and the smell of the white rice porridge was so strong that he simply couldn’t refuse.
“You’re welcome, just eat. Only when you’re full can you have the strength to recover,” Zhao Xiulan said with a gentle smile.
Because it was relatively hot and just out of the pot, Jiang Tiedan ate it in small bites, which made it burn his mouth. He blew a few mouthfuls and took one bite. If it hadn’t been too hot, he would have eaten it all in one breath.
If they were in the 21st century, when eating porridge, it would probably have to be paired with side dishes.
But in this era, a bowl of white rice porridge was a very precious and rare thing.
Even if you didn’t eat side dishes and just drank rice porridge, it was a very rare delicacy.
After eating slowly for a while, Jiang Tiedan drank the remaining porridge and felt that his stomach felt much better, not so hungry, and warm.
Jiang Tiedan wiped his mouth and sighed. “Sister Xiulan, the white rice porridge is so delicious.”
“Of course, it’s fine grain after all. Are you full? I’ll get you another bowl. I cooked a big pot!”
Jiang Tiedan shook his head and looked at Jiang Xiaoya and the Jiang family couple.
“Sister Xiulan, can I share some porridge with my little sister and grandparents?”
He was embarrassed to eat it alone. He wanted to share such delicious rice porridge with his family.
Whether it would work or not, he had to ask Zhao Xiulan for her opinion first.
After all, the food was given by Zhao Xiulan, so he had to follow Zhao Xiulan’s arrangements.
Zhao Xiulan sighed in her heart that this child was really sensible, just like Zhao Xiuzhu.
He was not very old, but he was very mature and sensible.
Maybe it had something to do with the environment of this era.
It was true that children from poor families became mature early.
After cooking a big pot of porridge, Zhao Xiulan originally planned to let the whole family eat it together. After Jiang Tiedan proposed it, Zhao Xiulan naturally nodded in agreement without hesitation.
“Of course. There’s still a lot in the pot. It’s enough for two days if you all eat it together.”