I Opened a Restaurant in Ancient Times

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　　"The food smells so good today. What delicious food did Hongyue make?" There were footsteps coming from the door. A dark-skinned man in his fifties or sixties just pushed the door open and started shouting. He was followed by three people, some of whom were holding hoes in their hands. They had obviously just returned from the fields.

　　Su Tian recognized that this was the original owner's grandfather Su Dashu. The thin man at the back was the original owner's father Su Wanqing. The other two were his uncle's sons. The taller one was Su Wenzu, who was 17 years old this year, and the younger one was Su Wenyang, who was just 12 years old. He must have gone to play in the fields.

　　"Dad, Grandpa, you're back. Mom and I have just prepared the meal. Please put your food down, wash your hands and come eat."

　　"Okay, let's put the hoe away first." Su Wanqing nodded at his daughter.

　　Su Wenyang ran to Su Tian and said, "Sister, you are finally well. I feel thinner." He pouted twice. Su Tian touched his head and said, "It's much better now. Xiaoyang, don't worry."

"Yeah!" Su Wenyang nodded vigorously, his eyes drifting towards the room: "Sister, it smells so good, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

　　Su Tian saw him swallowing several times, looking like a greedy cat, and couldn't help laughing: "We are having egg porridge tonight. We haven't had eggs at home for a long time. I asked mom to beat the eggs directly into the porridge to add flavor to your mouth."

　　Su Wenyang widened his eyes and said, "Eggs! Great!" Then he followed his brother to the woodshed to put the hoe away.

　　As they were talking, another man in plain clothes came in. He was his second uncle Su Wanhe, who worked as an accountant in the county town. When Su Wanhe saw Su Tian, ​​he greeted her and then went into the east room.

　　Su Dashu and the others entered the house, and an even stronger aroma of eggs wafted into their faces. "Hongyue's cooking skills are extraordinary today." Su Wanqing sat down with a smile.

　　Li Hongyue glanced at him and said, "That's not me. Dad said he would make egg custard for Sister Tian. Sister Tian felt sorry for you and made egg porridge with it."

　　"Sister Tian, ​​you are too polite. You should take care of your body," said my aunt Zheng Chunmiao, who just came in with my uncle Su Wanhai. Su Wanhai's legs were still a little shaky, and he would probably have to take medicine for another two months.

　　Su Tian put the chopsticks in place and raised her hand to help her aunt: "Now is the time to go to the fields. Grandpa, dad and the others have worked hard and need to use their strength. How can they work if they don't eat well? Besides, I'm much better now, so there's no need to cook for me anymore.

　　Seeing that Su Tian's face was ruddy and she didn't look like she was still sick, Su Dashu nodded, but still gave her a few words of advice: "Although you are fine, don't overwork yourself. Sister Tian, ​​do less work and rest more recently."

　　"Got it, Grandpa." Su Tian responded obediently: "The food has just come out of the pot, eat it while it's hot."

　　As soon as he finished speaking, Su Wen'an picked up the spoon, scooped a big mouthful and put it into his mouth: "Ah... so hot... so delicious! This is the most delicious thing I have ever eaten!" Su Wanhe looked at his son who was grimacing due to the burn and scolded with a smile: "You are so useless." After that, he also took a mouthful of the egg porridge, and was stunned as soon as he put it in his mouth: "Well, Sister Tian, ​​this egg porridge..." "See! You are still criticizing me, huh!" Su Wen'an made a face at his father.