Chapter 111: Chapter 111: Strike While the Iron is Hot
Chapter 111: Chapter 111: Strike While the Iron is Hot
“Ah Yu, if… you don’t mind my being much older than you, in the future, I will do my utmost to make you happy…”
His words trembled slightly in the night air, his heartbeat thundering through his chest, audible and clear.
However, the only response he received was Su Yu’s even and lengthy breathing—she had unknowingly drifted into dreamland.
Jiang Ziling gently exhaled, his heart tangled with both loss and relief.
The loss lay in not receiving an imdiate response, while the relief was that he had at least preserved the mont’s tranquility and harmony.
At the break of day when the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, Su Yu had quietly risen.
Today, she needed to handle affairs in Clear Water Town and would not return until evening, so she had to prepare Jiang Ziling’s als for the day in advance.
The two vegetable patches in the backyard had now beco her small domain, and the lush, drippy vegetables also ford part of her care for Jiang Ziling’s life.
She delicately plucked several plump cucumbers, cut a handful of tender chives, and carefully pulled out two upright heads of lettuce, ready to cook these fresh ingredients into a delicious al.
Back in the kitchen, Su Yu skillfully started a fire, rinsing the crystal-clear white rice and chopping the sweet potatoes into even pieces.
Once everything was prepared, she put all the ingredients into that rustic clay pot, added cool well water, set it on the stove, and slowly simred, letting the warm cooking smoke slowly rise and fill the room.
Considering that Jiang Ziling was physically disabled and a traditional stove was cumberso and inconvenient for him, Su Yu specially chose a small stove.
First, she boiled a kettle of water, then took out so flour and carefully sprinkled a little salt to increase the dough’s resilience. The scalding hot water was slowly poured into the flour, and with rapid stirring by chopsticks, the flour quickly gathered into soft lumps.
As she continued kneading with her hands, the originally loose dough gradually beca smooth and elastic, eventually set aside to naturally rise, quietly waiting for the magic of ti.
While waiting for the dough to fernt, Su Yu ticulously washed and chopped the chives, and pickled the cucumbers and lettuce on the side, adding a fresh and crisp flavor to the al.
Once the water boiled again, she poured it into a wooden bucket for later use, followed by hot oil dancing in the pan, signifying that a new day was starting with delicious food and hope.
The oil joyfully danced in the pan, making soft crackling sounds. Amidst this, Su Yu, with chopsticks in hand, swiftly cracked several fresh eggs with quick and precise movents. As the shells broke, the golden liquid slipped into a porcelain bowl, making intimate contact with the air, and she stirred it evenly and vigorously until the yolk and whites perfectly blended into a soft pale yellow hue.
When the oil reached the right temperature, Su Yu flipped her wrist, and the egg mixture fell into the hot oil like golden ribbons, instantly boiling up into delicate foam.
She skillfully manipulated the spatula, gently scattering the egg mixture until it ford a fluffy and fine texture, then quickly scooped it out with clean and decisive movents. With the final stir-fry action, the flas also extinguished, leaving a faint scent of egg lingering in the kitchen.
Subsequently, Su Yu carefully washed the iron pan, added oil again, and set it on the fire, allowing the oil to slowly heat up while she gently drew the firewood closer to ensure steady heat.
Once ready, she stood up, her gaze focused, and began to perfectly combine chopped chives with fried eggs. The finely chopped chives and perfectly fried eggs quickly lded under her hands, seasonings evenly sprinkled, aroma wafting, and mouth-watering.
She took a piece of soft dough and gently rolled it into a sphere in the palm of her hand before carefully flattening it, Su Yu’s movents carried an unhurried elegance, as if she were crafting a piece of art.
Carefully, she placed the chive and egg filling on the dough, skillfully pinching and pressing with both hands to seal it tightly, then gently flattening it again, each chive pocket appeared plump and tempting.
The oil temperature had just reached the right heat, those well-made chive pockets one by one leaped into the pot, accompanied by the pleasant sizzling sound, Su Yu held the spatula, frying and gently pressing them to prevent them from expanding and deforming too much in the embrace of the oil, ensuring each one was golden and crispy.
Neither too many nor too few, she made exactly twenty-three in total, the number was just right.
Thinking it over, Su Yu decided to pick out so of the chive pockets to give to Xie Xinghua, despite so unclear estrangent between them, learning about Xie Xinghua’s tough life had subtly dissolved her resentnt.
Moreover, for the sake of Jiang Ziling’s face, she was also willing to lend a hand, as the bond between brothers was profound. Ever since Jiang Wangshan had tragically beco paralyzed, Jiang Ziling nevertheless should have taken up the responsibility of caring for his older brother’s family, but he himself was also in a difficult position and couldn’t spare the effort, the family pressure was understandable.
Considering the Xie Family’s large household, Su Yu carefully prepared ten chive pockets, calculating two per person, hoping to bring them a touch of warmth and comfort.
On arriving at the doorway of the Xie Family, she was greeted by Da Ya’s sowhat youthful yet resilient figure.
The girl’s eyes intently locked onto the bowl in Su Yu’s hands, her tone unexpectedly steady as she inquired about the reason for the visit.
“Second Aunt, do you need sothing?”
Her words conveyed a maturity and caution that belied her age.
Su Yu responded gently, a hint of care hidden in her eyes, “I brought so food for you. Is your mother at ho?”
However, Da Ya’s answer was straightforward, revealing a clear distance towards the guest, “Mom is helping dad with his bath and can’t see visitors right now. Please, Second Aunt, you’d better go back.”
In Da Ya’s eyes, that deeply hidden hostility did not escape Su Yu’s notice.
Yet it did not provoke her displeasure; rather, she faced Da Ya with an even gentler smile, “Da Ya, how was the ointnt I gave you last ti? Has your wound healed?”
This remark made Da Ya realize that the miraculous ointnt her mother had brought back ho was actually from this astute Second Aunt, causing her initially distant expression to falter sowhat.
“Much better, thank you, Second Aunt.”
Da Ya muttered her thanks, her tone infused with more sincerity.
Su Yu gently handed the bowl over to Da Ya and patiently explained, “You should know, Lady Zhao isn’t your real grandmother, which is why she treats you that way; it has nothing to do with . I ca today specifically to bring food because your father and my husband are blood brothers. Previously, your uncle found it tough while disabled and looking after Xixi alone, hardly able to care for you all. Now that I am here, whenever there is sothing good to eat at ho, I naturally think of you.”
After this explanation, Da Ya’s expression subtle shifted, seemingly swayed.
Seizing the mont, Su Yu continued to persuade, “Take it, even if you won’t eat it yourself, you shouldn’t let your family go hungry alongside you, right?”
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