Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

Chapter 93: Chapter 95 – Sister, have some soup_1

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Wang Meng laughed and responded, “What else did Mom make? I’ll help carry the dishes.”

“There are big chunks of braised pork leg, you can carry them.”

Su Zixuan gave him a knowing look, smiled, and stepped through the doorway into the living room.

“Alright!”

Upon hearing this, Wang Meng happily dashed into the kitchen.

Li Xiu’e had stewed a large pot of braised meat and bones. Seeing him enter, she scooped it directly into a basin and told him to take it away.

Wang Meng was strong and carried the full basin of meat and bones effortlessly. He strode into the living room cheerfully, moving quite fast.

“Wow, straight to the basin.”

Jifeng and Jiyu entered the living room together and patted Wang Meng’s sturdy shoulder, teasing with a smile, “Tonight, Mengzi can eat to his heart’s content.”

“Hehe, Brother Da Zhuang, Brother Er Zhuang, have a seat.”

Wang Meng laughed and pulled out chairs to let the two martial arts masters of the Imperial Guards sit down.

Da Zhuang and Er Zhuang were the aliases of Jifeng and Jiyu, they were Li Xiu’e’s nephews and had chosen rather down-to-earth aliases.

Wang Meng was deeply interested in martial arts and naturally liked people with strong skills. He often followed the two to learn from them. Having spent a lot of time together recently, their friendship had grown.

“Mengzi, come and carry the dishes.”

Li Xiu’e had stewed a big pot of cabbage, vermicelli, and tofu. She poured it out of the pot and served it in another basin. She poked her upper body out of the kitchen and called Wang Meng to carry it.

“Coming!”

Hearing the shout, Wang Meng dashed out of the living room and quickly returned with a full basin of food.

“Anything else? I’ll go get it.”

Jifeng glanced at the wok-like basin and his eyelids involuntarily twitched. He got up from his chair, approached, and took the basin from Wang Meng’s hands.

“There are still stewed potatoes and steamed buns.”

Wang Meng grinned and scratched his head.

“I’ll go.”

Jiyu couldn’t sit still anymore, took three steps out of the living room and walked to the kitchen. In no time, he came back with a big basin of stewed meat and potatoes.

“Dad, let’s eat first. Don’t worry about cleaning up.”

Li Xiu’e carried a steamer of steamed buns with a wide smile, following behind.

“Okay, coming right now.”

Su Hu placed the hunted game in the cellar, sorted, and was planning to sell it in Furong Town early the next morning.

“It smells so good!”

Su Qingluo entered with Little Prince in her arms, put him on his special little chair, and with a laughing voice, lifted the lid of the clay pot, “Mom, you’ve made Xuan’er a special treat again.”

Li Xiu’e scooped out the pigeon soup and placed it in front of Little Prince, smiling kindly, “Xuan’er is still a baby with a weak stomach. He can’t eat big fish and big meat, so soft and tender pigeon meat is just right.”

“Mom.”

Su Qingluo whined in an adorable baby voice, “I’m also a baby who hasn’t grown up. I want to drink pigeon soup too.”

“You!”

Li Xiu’e gently poked her forehead, laughing and chiding, “You’re a head taller than your brother, and you still have the nerve to steal his soup?”

“Ah, I’m so heartbroken.”

Su Qingluo pretended to be wronged, puckered her lips and acted pitiful, “Mom doesn’t love me anymore now that she has a little brother.”

“Sister, drink the soup.”