"Zheng'er, Rong'er, I will cook for you. What do you want to eat?"
"Porridge."
"Porridge."
The two little ones replied almost in unison.
An Jiuyue was silent. She looked at her sons, speechless.
Are we going to eat porridge every day because I saved two babies? How is that okay?
She approached the two children slowly, sat down on the edge of the bed, and looked at them gently.
"Zheng'er, Rong'er, I did say that your younger brothers have to eat rice paste. However, we are older. We cannot eat porridge every day. We have to eat different foods frequently, okay?
"I will cook pig intestines for you today and stir-fry some mushroom and pork slices, okay?"
"Okay," they replied.
They were used to eating porridge every day, so it did not matter what they ate. Eating porridge every day could also save them some grain.
