Eighties Housekeeper Little Wife [MTL]

Chapter 3-5

Chapter 3

When she had seen this woman for the first time yesterday, she had thrown their quilt out. Dabao had already concluded that what happened in his dream was true. The woman had looked at them with disgust and wanted to drive them out. At that moment, Dabao's thoughts about this woman had been far from positive. If he couldn't mess with her, he wouldn't mess with her. It was okay to endure a little suffering as long as it ensured the safety of his younger siblings.

But today, she suddenly became kinder to them, which puzzled Dabao. He couldn't figure out whether the wicked woman in his dream was the same as the second aunt standing in front of him. The difference between the two was too significant.

Chen Yuan made stewed potato pork noodles. When she cooked, she followed specific instructions in her mind. The first step was to search for the recipe for pork ingredients, and she extracted the necessary information. The second part started after receiving the instructions. She picked up the knife and expertly cut the pork into square pieces. She then put it into the pot to fry with sugar and soy sauce. Her actions were precise and skillful.

Cooking was a necessary skill for a life steward system. In Chen Yuan's hands, any ingredient on Earth could be turned into a delicious dish. Considering the ages and various physical conditions of Erbao, Niuniu, and Dabao, Erbao and Niuniu had the weakest physical constitution, with Dabao being slightly better but still very thin. Prolonged malnutrition could lead to various health issues in humans.

To ensure a balanced meal, Chen Yuan also cooked a nutrient-rich vegetable porridge with radishes and leafy greens. She also made a few tortillas, a traditional dish she had come across while searching for information.

When Chen Yuan brought out a whole pot of meat from the kitchen, the three children transformed into free birds, rushing over happily, picking up their chopsticks and bowls obediently. They watched the fragrant steam rising from the pot, their mouths watering.

"It smells so good, so good, a thousand times better than milk rice!" The three children exclaimed in unison. Dabao, who had been observing the entire cooking process, shared the same sentiment. He believed that the second aunt was reluctant to use too much oil when cooking with oil. When she cooked with milk, she barely added a small amount of lard, resulting in dishes with clear soup and a watery texture.

Compared to the pot of meat, it was like comparing heaven and earth. Apart from the fresh ingredients, the food made by milk was never served at every meal. A large pot of stew could be reheated and eaten for two or three days. Sometimes, if they cooked too much, the food would spoil easily. In such situations, milk scolded them for wasting food and forced them to eat it, causing several stomach issues.

Niuniu's teeth had already grown, but the Shen family didn't pay much attention to her diet. Usually, she ate similar food to what Dabao and Erbao ate. Her body was thin, her arms were as thin as two little fingers, and a gentle breeze could blow her away. Today, she had only eaten a bowl of batter, and she felt dizzy from hunger.

In the quiet atmosphere, the sound of the children continuously swallowing could be heard. Chen Yuan emerged from the kitchen after serving the last bowl of vegetable porridge and said, "You can start eating, but take your time, or you might burn your mouth."

As soon as she finished speaking, the three children quickly picked up their chopsticks, grabbed a piece of richly colored and beautifully amber pork belly, and stuffed it into their mouths. The moment it entered their mouths, the succulent juices burst on their tongues. The pork belly was perfectly tender and cooked, releasing a burst of flavor as the crispy, soft, and melt-in-your-mouth meat soaked in oil.

The potatoes, soaked in the pork's oil and braising sauce, became fragrant, tender, and delicious, while the noodles were equally delightful.

Dabao and Erbao took a bite of the tortillas and immediately noticed the stark difference from the ones made by milk, which were as hard as stones. They could tell that white flour had been added to the tortillas. Among the three children, Niuniu had the softest teeth. She didn't struggle at all while eating the pancake and swallowed it in two or three bites. It was evident that she was truly hungry. The vegetable porridge was made with fine rice, resulting in a delightful fragrance and delicious taste.