The courtyard was fragrant with flowers, and steam rose from the stone table.
There was a dish of Strange-Flavored Sour Chicken, a dish of Pickled Chili Chicken Gizzards, a dish of Hot and Sour Napa Cabbage, and a pot of Sour Radish and Old Duck Soup. They were all Ning Qing's favorites.
Chen Shu smiled at the little girl watching him eagerly, then turned back and brought over a basin of rice.
It was a basin of Potato Konggan Rice.
The so-called konggan rice was pan-cooked rather than steamed. Originally, it was called gong, pronounced the same as kong. When gong was no longer pronounced that way, the name became konggan rice or konggan rice. To make it, rice was boiled until half-cooked, the accompanying ingredients were stir-fried, then the rice was poured in. A few small holes were poked through it, and it was cooked over low heat.
Chen Shu used the usual method, with baby Potato, diced cured pork, and green beans. Once the rice spread over them had cooked, every grain was distinct, and the aroma was mouthwatering.
"Let's eat."
Chen Shu filled a bowl for each of them and gave Peach a small spoonful too. Smiling, he told them, "This is the taste I remember."
Ning Qing glanced at him—
There was a touch of nostalgia in his smile.
The sky soon darkened.
Peach whimpered as it battled a lump of sour radish.
While it was eating duck earlier, someone with a wicked streak had put a lump of sour radish in its bowl, bigger than its mouth. The trouble was, after stewing, the radish had become soft and mushy. When it bit down, all its little pointed teeth sank in. It couldn't bite through, couldn't pull free, and the radish was scalding hot.
But it