Shen Buyan opened the door and saw her mother running quickly to her side, not even noticing that she was holding a spatula in her hand. The kitchen is filled with steam, and the meat cut into small pieces is constantly tumbling under the influence of high pressure, bringing out bursts of sweet smell.
"Come and try it. This is the soup I stewed specially for you. You may not be able to buy the meat in it even if you travel all over Huainan. Only your mother and I can do this."
A bowl of freshly cooked broth was handed to her. The soup was still piping hot, just like a mother's love, piping hot. At this moment, her mother's eyes were bright, staring at Shen Buyan without blinking, with a sweet smile.
The broth was not as hot as expected, but a bit cold, and the meat was a bit too spicy. The taste was bland and not as good as before.
"Yeah, it tastes good."
She made exaggerated exclamations of admiration while drinking, making her mother giggle.
Suddenly, she found a piece of paper shell tied to one of her mother's calves.
"Mom, why are you tying paper shells to your feet?"
After that, he bent down and pulled the paper shell.
"Don't move--"
Before his mother finished speaking, Shen Buyan had pulled off the paper shell tied to his leg, only to see empty trousers legs and a white bone.
"I told you not to move, not to move..."
The mother's head turned around, with the corners of her mouth still raised.
Intention: Don't eat that bowl of broth