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PWDLAW Chapter 98: Fish Soup and Stir-Fried Meat

 Chapter 98: Fish Soup and Stir-Fried Meat

Ye Muyu walked to the corner took out a small iron pot that had been prepared in advance and placed it nearby. "Mrs. Du, you can bring the small stove over. My health is not very good, so I'll trouble you to do it yourself." Ye Muyu's voice lacked any authority and even sounded gentle. However, Du Shi did not dare to underestimate her. In this sentence, she sensed Ye Muyu's firmness and aloofness. Du Shi and her husband were originally temporary workers and they didn't dare to intervene in the affairs of the main family. If they were an ordinary rural family, they would still have to act a bit ostentatious. But the Ye family was different. The master of the house was a scholar and even if Du Shi hadn't read any books, she knew not to be presumptuous in front of a scholar. Du Shi hurriedly smiled and replied "Of course." She then brought the small stove over. After placing the small pot on the stove, it was just right. It was sufficient for cooking for two people. "There is quite a bit of grass on the ground. To avoid starting a fire, please be careful, Mrs. Du." Ye Muyu softly reminded. Du Shi glanced at the ground and her mind worked quickly. She instantly replied "Of course, the straw on the ground can also be used to start a fire. The main family doesn't need to worry." "Well, if there's anything you need, you can tell me." Ye Muyu had already prepared almost everything. Saying this was more about seeing that Du Shi didn't take advantage and not minding showing a bit of goodwill. Although Du Shi was not smart, she felt Ye Muyu's goodwill. "The main family has prepared everything very thoughtfully and I have no complaints." Ye Muyu nodded gently and returned to the kitchen with Chu Ziluo to continue cooking. After Ye Muyu left, Du Shi quickly gathered the straw on the ground into a pile and fetched water from the well in the yard. She ignited the fire and started cooking. Soon, the fragrance wafted through the air. The fish soup Ye Muyu cooked was ready, milky white with a hint of coriander, and the aroma filled the air. "Mother, it smells so good." Chu Ziluo stood by the pot unable to resist sniffing and at the same time, she peeked at Ye Muyu's reaction. "We'll be eating soon. Chu Jin should be coming home from school. Go fetch him and tell him not to run around outside." Ye Muyu still had vegetables and rice to steam, but it was almost done. She called Chu Ziluo to pick up Chu Jin. Chu Ziluo hesitated a bit. "Mother, are you okay alone?" "I'm fine. You don't have to worry. Go pick up your brother. We'll be able to eat when you come back." Ye Muyu ladled out some fish soup for Chu Ziluo to try. "Mother, it's so delicious." Chu Ziluo was initially hesitant to drink but under Ye Muyu's gentle gaze, her courage gradually grew. She tentatively picked up the bowl, took a sip, and seeing that her mother didn't scold her, she asked if it tasted good. Chu Ziluo instantly smiled happily. In her heart, she thought, Mother is so good, she wished her mother could be like this forever. Ye Muyu could feel her joy and she also noticed that Chu Ziluo's emotions were becoming more outgoing. Even her courage had increased. She felt very pleased. "Hurry and go. The sooner you go, the sooner you'll be back." "I understand, Mother." Chu Ziluo happily ran out. Ye Muyu continued to cook a dish of stir-fried pork with cabbage. Since the cabbage had a lot of water, she boiled it first. After draining the water, she let it air-dry on the side. She stir-fried the meat until fragrant. There was fermented bean paste at home, brought by Ye Pozi. Although Ye Pozi didn't have much knowledge, she had some unique skills in making pickles. The original owner usually looked down on these pickles and often let them spoil in the jar.

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