Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Being the Chubby, Dark-Skinned Wang Dabao

After finishing a bowl of fragrant chicken congee, Yu Nuannuan felt like her life was complete.

Looking over at Yu Wei and the others, they all wore the same satisfied expressions.

Yu Gang even licked his lips and looked eagerly at Xu Shuhua. “Grandma, the congee is so tasty and the meat is delicious. Can we have it again?”

If this had been before, asking about the next meal right after finishing one would have earned him a stern lecture from Xu Shuhua.

But things were different now. Life at home had gotten a bit better.

They couldn’t have meat and fish at every meal, but making some meat congee for the kids every now and then was no problem at all.

After feeding Yu Nuannuan her bowl of meat congee, Xu Shuhua could tell—Yu Nuannuan was a little meat lover.

Though she doted on Yu Nuannuan in her heart, she couldn’t just ignore her other six grandkids.

Adding a bit more water and a little more meat was no big deal.

“Of course there’s more!” Xu Shuhua replied loudly. “We’ll make it again tomorrow.”

Hearing this, Yu Nuannuan couldn’t help but laugh out loud with joy.

Meat was good—she loved it!

At noon, the Yu family stewed chicken.

This was nothing like the light chicken congee from the morning. They heated oil in a hot pan, tossed in scallions, ginger, garlic, Sichuan peppercorns, dried chilies, and star anise, and stir-fried until the aroma filled the whole house. Then they added the cleaned, chopped chicken pieces and stir-fried them.

Once the chicken changed color, they added salt, soy sauce, and doubanjiang in turn.

The salty, savory, spicy, and umami flavors mingled together, drifting into people’s noses and making their mouths water uncontrollably.

The smell wasn’t just delicious—it traveled far.

The houses in the countryside were spaced out, but the Wang and Gu families, who lived next to the Yu family, caught every bit of that aroma.

It was lunchtime, and both the Wang and Gu families were preparing their own meals.

Normally, eating like this every day wouldn’t feel special.

But with that rich aroma wafting over, and then looking at what was cooking in their own pots, their appetites vanished in an instant.

Old Lady Wang angrily stirred her pot, her movements so fierce it looked like she might dig a hole through it. “Xu Shuhua is definitely doing this on purpose! If she wants to stew chicken, just stew it—does she have to make it so the whole village can smell it? Showing off! So what if she made a little money selling wild fruit? Now she thinks she’s all that…”

Even as she grumbled, the jealousy and resentment in her voice were impossible to hide.

“Wow! It smells so good! Grandma! I want meat!”

Wang Dabao came running into the kitchen crying, grabbed onto Old Lady Wang’s leg, and started shaking it.

Seeing Wang Dabao in tears, Old Lady Wang’s heart ached. She bent down and scooped him up. “Don’t cry, Dabao! Grandma will make you eggplant noodles!”

“I don’t want eggplant noodles! I want meat! Meat! I want meat!”

Wang Dabao wasn’t even two years old, but he was already a bit chubby.

He was naturally dark-skinned, and after running around outside all summer, he’d gotten even darker.

Now, he was just a chubby, dark-skinned little boy.

Chubby, dark-skinned Wang Dabao twisted around in Old Lady Wang’s arms like a pretzel, kicking and flailing his arms and legs, shaking his head like a rattle drum.

His eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth wide open, crying without tears, and all the while shouting that he wanted meat.

This was exactly the kind of child Xu Shuhua disliked the most.

From the eldest Yu Wei to the youngest Yu Nuannuan, none of the Yu children had ever thrown a tantrum like this.

Every time Xu Shuhua saw Wang Dabao act up like this, she secretly thanked her lucky stars he wasn’t her grandson.

Otherwise, she might really have to play the part of the “mean grandma.”"

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