Chapter 90: Chapter 90: The Best Table Manners Belong to Gu Mo

The cooked chicken breast was taken out and finely chopped. The pot was washed clean, filled with water again, and a few shiitake mushrooms, a handful of green beans, and a carrot were added to cook.

Once these were done, they were also chopped up and set aside.

Xu Shuhua washed the pot once more, poured in fresh water, and added a bowl of rice.

When the rice came to a boil, she put in the chicken breast to cook for ten minutes, then added the mushrooms, green beans, and carrot one after another, letting them simmer for a few more minutes.

When she figured it was almost ready, Xu Shuhua tossed in a small handful of dried shrimp, and finally sprinkled some chopped scallions on top. The congee was ready to serve.

For children under one year old, it’s best not to make the food too salty.

Dried shrimp is salty enough on its own, so there’s really no need to add extra salt.

Yu Nuannuan watched the whole process of the chicken congee being made, her little mouth moving nonstop in anticipation.

She’d never seen Xu Shuhua cook before—not because Xu Shuhua didn’t cook, but because she’d never been in the kitchen. She had no idea Xu Shuhua’s cooking skills were this good!

This congee smelled absolutely amazing!

It wasn’t just Yu Nuannuan who thought so—even Chen Qiaoqin couldn’t stop sniffing the air. “Mom, this congee smells incredible.”

Without even looking up, Xu Shuhua found a bowl and started serving the congee. “It may smell good, but it’s not for you. Take Nuanbao outside and wait. While you’re at it, call Wei and the others in. It’s time to eat.”

Xu Shuhua hadn’t just made one bowl of congee—she’d cooked nearly half a pot.

Every child in the family would get a share.

Of course, Xu Shuhua hadn’t forgotten Gu Mo either.

After serving a bowl to each of the children and making sure they’d all started eating, Xu Shuhua finally went to feed Yu Nuannuan. She said to Chen Qiaoqin, “Go check if Daibao’s here yet. If not, set aside a bowl for him. We can heat it up when he arrives…”

Before she finished speaking, she caught a glimpse of a little figure walking across the yard.

All the Yu children were already inside eating, so the one in the yard had to be Gu Mo.

Thinking this, Xu Shuhua looked more closely—sure enough, it was Gu Mo.

“Daibao, you’re here? You haven’t had breakfast yet, right? Come sit down quickly. Qiaoqin, go bring over that bowl of congee.”

Chen Qiaoqin agreed and went to get it, feeling a bit puzzled.

Why did it seem like Xu Shuhua was treating Gu Mo even better than before?

But after thinking about it, she couldn’t figure out why, so she just put it out of her mind.

Yu Nuannuan glanced at Gu Mo but didn’t stop eating her congee.

It was just too delicious!

It was so good that Yu Nuannuan was at a loss for words. All she could think was, “Delicious, delicious!”

Chen Qiaoqin soon returned with a bowl of congee. She set it on the table, picked Gu Mo up, and placed him on a chair. “Daibao, do you want me to feed you?”

Gu Mo was only one year and eight months old. In this house, only Yu Nuannuan was younger than him.

It was normal for one- or two-year-olds in the village to be fed by their family.

Gu Mo shook his head. “I’ll eat by myself.”

With that, Gu Mo picked up his spoon, scooped up some congee, blew on it gently, and then brought it to his mouth.

Chen Qiaoqin looked at Gu Mo, then at the six Yu boys, and found herself more and more amazed.

Gu Mo was clearly the youngest, so how come he had the best table manners?

Yu Nuannuan and Xu Shuhua noticed this too. Yu Nuannuan thought it was only natural—after all, inside Gu Mo’s small body lived a much older soul.

Xu Shuhua, on the other hand, simply believed that Gu Mo was a reincarnated immortal child. He sat properly, ate properly—wasn’t that just how it should be?

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