Lin Xiaoguai nodded, "The canteen brought in a batch of cows, and they're selling the tripe in the vegetable market. I saw it was fresh, so I bought some to take back. I'm not fond of this stuff, but you have to eat it all."
In fact, not just tripe, but any kind of animal offal she didn't really like to eat.
Speaking of this, she began feeding Little Niangao – one spoonful of rice paste with one spoonful of vegetables – lately, he'd been drinking less milk, and though he wasn't ready for rice, he was eating more and more vegetables, like today's braised eggplant and fish head tofu soup which he could have.
What relieved Lin Xiaoguai was that her son wasn't a fussy eater. Thinking back, she had several nephews and nieces who needed chasing around during meals, and she couldn't recall how much of a headache that was.
