Chapter 62: A Few Words
Su Mulan had just entered the kitchen and got busy again.
Before long, the soft and fragrant meat buns, along with the sweet and sour tomato egg drop soup, were served on the table.
The buns had thin skins and large fillings. With a bite, the meat juice could trickle down the corners of one’s mouth, making them irresistibly fragrant.
The four little radishes couldn’t stop praising the delicious buns, each exclaiming how tasty they were.
“Eat slowly and have some soup. There’s more if you finish,” Su Mulan said. “There’s still some meat filling left. I’ll make meat patties for you all to eat tonight.”
Mixing the minced meat with cornmeal and white flour, the patties wouldn’t show much meat, but each bite would still be filled with a meaty aroma. Though not as indulgent as the meat buns, they were still very delicious.
The four little ones nodded excitedly and obediently slowed down their chewing, following Su Mulan’s instructions to eat in small bites.
Su Mulan also took a meat bun and began to eat.
When making the meat filling, some water was added, giving it a bit of a soup dumpling feel.
Next time, Su Mulan thought, she could try adding some pork skin jelly to make the meat juice even richer.
As she considered this, she and the four little radishes happily enjoyed their lunch, taking bites of buns and sips of egg soup.
It was lunchtime, and families were starting their meals. Some, who were running late due to other tasks, were hastily picking vegetables from their gardens to prepare lunch.
Feng had gone to her parents’ home and lost track of time. Returning late, she was now picking some beans and a few tomatoes from her garden to make tomato and bean paste noodles for lunch.
As she passed by Su Mulan’s house, she smelled a delightful aroma.
Was that the smell of meat?
Feng stopped and looked around.
In a typical rural home, unlike a grand estate, the courtyard walls were low. By standing on tiptoes, one could easily see into the neighbor’s yard.
Feng glanced around and saw Su Mulan under the jujube tree, enjoying lunch with the four children. She was happily eating a bun.
Buns. White flour meat buns.
Feng widened her eyes and couldn’t help but walk closer, straight to the base of Su Mulan’s courtyard wall, craning her neck to look inside.
Sure enough, she hadn’t been mistaken—it was indeed white flour meat buns.
Moreover, the meat filling in those buns was substantial, and the bun skins were made purely from white flour, with no cornmeal or sweet potato flour mixed in.
Feng bit her lip, her brows furrowing deeply.
Su Mulan immediately noticed the shadow outside the courtyard. Seeing Feng with half her body leaning in and a hesitant expression, she was somewhat surprised. “Sister Feng?”
“Is there something you need, Sister Feng?” Su Mulan set the bun she was holding into the basket and walked over to Feng.
“Oh, Shuiliu’s mother,” Feng said, her furrowed brow not relaxing. Looking at Su Mulan with a serious expression, she said, “I’m a few years older than you, so you call me Sister. As your elder, I feel I must say a few words.”
“Go ahead, Sister Feng. I’m listening…”
Su Mulan, seeing Feng’s earnest demeanor, couldn’t quite guess what she was about to say.