Grandpa liked to eat soft meat, and steamed eggs with minced meat were his favorite. Red braised meat required fat and skin, and lean meat was just nice for Han Qiao, who didn't eat fat. He couldn't chew the stir-fried pork liver, so he picked up a piece and chewed it slowly while praising Sun Xiu and Sun Yi's cooking skills.
On the contrary, Grandma liked to eat lighter food.
Steamed pumpkin and cucumber egg soup were her favorite.
The three children were not picky about food and would eat anything.
Not to mention Heng Yi, he could eat his fill with a bowl of white rice.
When Heng Yi was scooping up the third bowl of rice, Han Qiao asked him, "Have you had lunch?"
Heng Yi shook his head.
"Remember to eat when you're out next time. It's not good for your stomach to be so hungry. It's okay to be young now, but you'll suffer when you're old."
Heng Yi hurriedly nodded.