Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 25 Could it be that if she gave it away, Bo Xinglan would eat it?
The creamy yellow pudding is covered with amber caramel, and when the spoon is lightly touched, the Q-bomb pudding shakes, which makes people appetite.

Could it be that Zixuan told him his own taste?

Misha took a sip, and the cold feeling swept away the exhaustion of being busy in the woods all afternoon.

She narrowed her eyes slightly in satisfaction.

"Does Bo Xinglan not eat?"

"The young master said he wasn't hungry yet."

Misha frowned, didn't eat when he was injured?
A trace of worry appeared on Aunt Chen's usually expressionless face.

The biggest one in the whole house was Bo Xinglan, even if she was worried, she didn't dare to say anything.

Misha stuffed the last mouthful of pudding into her mouth, stood up and walked out. "Let me go and see him. Is there any prepared meal in the kitchen? Take it together."

Aunt Chen followed her to the kitchen, a little surprised.

"I prepared black pepper steak for the young master."

"Steak?" Misha turned around. "Eat this when you are injured? Let's make a soup, something lighter."

Aunt Chen wondered: "Master... likes to eat steak."

"No matter how much you like it, you can't keep eating it? It's not good for the wound."

Mi Xia walked in to have a look, and seeing Aunt Chen's hesitant expression, she rolled up her sleeves.

"I'll do it."

Before Aunt Chen could stop her, Mi Xia was already walking towards the huge freezer.

There are a lot of ingredients in the freezer, the top one is a whole silky chicken that was just slaughtered and delivered at noon today, it is dark and fresh on the top.

It is better for sick people to drink chicken soup.

Misha nodded, took out the chicken, and cleaned it.

Immediately afterwards, she found some medicinal herbs in the freezer to nourish the body. Misha knew a few of them, and they were very effective for wound recovery, so she stuffed them all into the chicken stomach in one go.

Aunt Chen watched her skillful movements, hesitated to speak.

Even if he drank ordinary chicken soup, the young master would not be willing to drink it. Now that he has added medicinal ingredients, how could he drink it?
But telling Miss Mi now, will it make her unhappy?
If the young master throws out the chicken soup in front of his face later, wouldn't Miss Mi be even more sad?

While Aunt Chen was hesitating, Mi Xia had already put the whole chicken stuffed with medicinal herbs into a clay pot and stewed it slowly on the fire.

While waiting for the soup to be ready, she washed the rice again, so she put a pot of white porridge on the table, as she couldn't get enough of the soup alone.

Aunt Chen looked aside, her brows furrowed even more.

The young master only likes to eat meat.

So most of the meals in the house are western food, how can it be possible to drink tasteless white porridge?

She hesitated for a moment, and was about to speak, but saw that Misha had already prepared everything.

"Aunt Chen, people who are sick need to eat porridge and soup to recover quickly. This is what my mother told me..."

In the middle of speaking, her voice gradually lowered, and the flying look on her face disappeared.

Seeing her appearance, Aunt Chen didn't speak any more.

The young master is obviously different from Miss Mi, maybe he can eat some of what Miss Mi made...

The chicken soup was simmered for two full hours, and as soon as the lid was lifted, the sweet smell wafted throughout the kitchen.

The fragrant chicken soup has the smell of medicinal herbs, but it smells even more fragrant.

The porridge on the other side is already cooked.

Mi Xia filled a bowl of heat first, and when the chicken soup was ready, put it on a plate and handed it to Aunt Chen.

"Aunt Chen, take it up."

Aunt Chen shook her head.

"Miss Mi should send it up. The young master won't eat it if I send it up."

Misha looked puzzled.

Could it be that if she gave it, Bo Xinglan would eat it?
(End of this chapter)