Chapter 125 Forks

   But I didn't eat well for a long time, and suddenly eating greasy food was bad for my stomach, so I made another tomato meat soup.

   The last time Mrs. Minister of Rites gave her a lot of meat, she made a braised pork, steamed lamb chops, spicy pork slices, and double-cooked pork.

   When she and her brothers were all growing up, even if the two brothers were not around, the dishes she cooked were sufficient.

   There are two more people today, and the portion is even bigger than ever.

   After Murong Lingran prepared the five dishes and one soup, Murong Zong smelled the fragrance he had never smelled before, looked at the dishes with all the colors and flavors, and swallowed his saliva regardless of his image.

   But thinking about the situation at home, he hesitated: "Aran, you don't need to do so much, the eldest brother and the second brother are not any guests."

   Since it was distributed, they have not seen such a sumptuous dish, nor have they seen so many meat dishes appear on their table at the same time.

Murong Xuan was about to stretch his head over to take a closer look, but when he heard what the elder brother said, he immediately retracted his head and said while drooling: "Yes, Aran, this is too much, just cook two dishes for the brothers. Oh, you're too polite." They made them feel uncomfortable.

   Murong blinked his eyes, "I do so much because you are not guests. You are my brother. If I don't do this for you, should I do this for outsiders to eat? They are not worth it."

Murong Zhe and Murong Kuan glanced at each other at the same time, thinking that what A Ran did for the ninth son and Jing Xuan last time was also two more people, and the weight was less than two-thirds of the current table, so he couldn't help but smoke twitched the corners of his mouth.

   What Aran said today is absolutely true.

   "Ah Ran." Murong Zong and Murong Xuan's eyes suddenly turned red, as expected of their younger sisters, it's not worth their hard work over the past two months, sleeping in the open every day.

   Murong Lingran saw that they were about to cry, and smiled helplessly, "Okay, you love me, and I love you too. What's there to cry about, we are a family."

   "Aran is right." Murong Zhe felt relieved when he saw that his son and daughter were in a good relationship, "Hurry up and eat it. If it's cold and affects the taste, it will be disappointing for her to work so hard for so long."

   Murong Zong nodded, "Yes, these dishes are so fragrant, they make people feel happy."

   Murong smiled and said: "Eat more if you like it, I'll do it if it's not enough."

   "Enough is enough, don't bother." Murong Zong quickly refused because he was afraid of tiring her.

   Seeing their food kept swallowing and not moving their chopsticks, Murong Zhe motioned San'er to quickly open the box on the table.

Murong Zong knew that his father had wounds on both hands. As the eldest son, he was about to feed his father himself when he saw the third brother took out a thing they could not name from a box and skillfully tied it to his father. On his wrist, he wondered, "What is this?"

   "Aran said it was a fork, and she bought it in the city. Not to mention, with this, even if Dad's hand is injured, he can eat by himself, which is very convenient."

"fork?"

  Murong Zhe knew that children were filial, and as long as he didn't take the first bite, they would never use chopsticks.

   After binding the forks, he forked a piece of braised pork in front of them and sent it into his mouth smoothly. After swallowing it, he said with a smile, "Look, isn't it very convenient?"

   Murong Zong suddenly said in surprise: "It looks good, Aran, how did you think of buying this?"