Su Qiao lifted the lid off the pot and tossed the chopped scallions and garlic into the large iron wok, giving her a deeply disdainful glance.
"Look at you, so greedy. Didn't I just bring you a chicken leg yesterday?"
"It was only one chicken leg. That was just enough to get a taste. How could that compare to eating your fill like this?"
Zhou Lihua's eyes were practically glued to the braised pork.
Su Qiao took a large serving bowl from the wooden cabinet, filled it, and shoved it into her hands. "Eat!"
"My daughter really is the best to me."
After Zhou Lihua took it, she didn't care that it was hot. She grabbed her chopsticks and started wolfing it down.
Su Qiao was rendered somewhat speechless.
The Old Su Family had never shorted her on food. Among the whole family, she was probably the one who ate the most.
Why did she look like she had been reincarnated from a starving ghost?
"Eat as much as you can, but don't overdo it. If you hurt your stomach, don't blame me."
As Su Qiao reminded her, she took a large wooden basin that had been washed that morning and transferred the braised pork from the pot into it. Then she began stir-frying the bamboo shoots with pork slices.
She also planned to stir-fry some pork kidneys and another batch of houttuynia later.
"Don't worry, I won't eat myself sick."
Zhou Lihua replied indistinctly as she ate.
Su Qiao glanced toward the doorway.
The sunlight had already reached into the kitchen. At this time, it should be around noon.
She had to hurry.
Su Qiao quickly cooked the other two dishes. Then she took out a large bowl and filled one with meat for herself as well.
After thinking