Chapter 23 Mother
Chef Abei placed the bowl of liver paste, poured in the chicken soup prepared earlier, and mixed it evenly. The liver paste was beaten very finely, and as soon as the chicken soup was poured in, it mixed intimately with the chicken soup, and they could not be distinguished from each other.

The next step is to pour the pulp onto gauze to filter out the residue. However, thanks to Xu Qing's extremely exquisite knife skills, the liver pulp is beaten very evenly and finely, with almost no residue left.

Therefore, Master Abe only filtered it once symbolically and did not continue.

Then soak the onion and ginger in the liver paste for a while to remove the fishy smell of the liver.

Prepare egg white, salt, pepper, and cooking wine, pour them into the bowl with liver paste in turn, mix evenly, steam it in a pot, and make the liver paste coagulate into a paste. This is the liver paste in the bamboo shoot liver paste soup.

The cooked liver paste is like a piece of jade with a warm texture, emitting an attractive luster in the bowl.

The next step is to prepare the bamboo shoot soup. The soup tastes best when cooked in a casserole because the casserole conducts heat evenly and is more airtight, allowing the aroma of the food to be better dissolved and released.

Therefore, Master Abei specially asked Xu Qing to buy two clay pots.

Pour the remaining chicken soup into a casserole, add salt, pepper, sesame and other seasonings, bring to a boil over high heat, add bamboo shoots and simmer for a while.

Use a toothpick to cut the liver paste into small pieces, then pour the cooked bamboo shoot soup into the liver paste bowl, and the dish is ready.

In the clear and fragrant chicken soup, smooth and delicate liver paste is suspended on top, dotted with crisp bamboo shoots and bright red wolfberries. Just one look at it makes people drool.

Grandpa Wan and Ah Qi tried hard to hold back their saliva as they watched Master Abei put the bamboo shoot and liver paste soup into a small bowl and brought it to the woman on the sickbed.

Mr. Wan followed closely behind and asked worriedly, "Can she really eat it?"

"Don't worry, old man."

Xu Qing was not worried about this at all, after all, this was the dish made by Chef Abei.

The only thing to worry about is whether the portion size is enough.

The woman on the sickbed was still sleeping soundly, unaware of day or night. Time had lost its meaning to her.

Mr. Wan woke her up softly, and the woman opened her eyes dazedly. There was nothing but confusion and dead silence in her eyes.

The little girl who was next to the woman also woke up at this time. Seeing a large group of people crowded in the room, she grabbed her mother's clothes tightly with some confusion and fear.

Master Abei gently stroked her head and said gently, "Don't be afraid, we just prepared the food and want your mother to taste it."

Master Abe's gentle voice and loving eyes made the little girl feel very kind. The warmth in Master Abe's palms made her feel a little nostalgic, as her mother used to touch her forehead with her warm hands.

But ever since her mother fell ill, her hands have always been cold and no matter how hard she tried to warm them up, she never touched her mother's head again.

Only in her dreams, sometimes the little girl would vaguely dream of the days when the family used to laugh and play, under the warm sunshine, her mother's smile was brighter than the sunshine, and her hands were warmer than the sunshine.

The little girl leaned forward unconsciously, wanting to keep the warm hand on her head a little longer.

Master Abei's eyes showed heartache. She gently stroked the girl's hair and placed the bowl in her hand on the table beside the bed.

The rich aroma drifted, lingering in the narrow house, and as if it had consciousness, it penetrated into the little girl's nasal cavity, completely awakening her dormant taste buds.

"smell good!"

Master Abei brought the bowl over, scooped up a spoonful of soup and handed it to her, "Would you like to try it?"

The little girl nodded quickly and drank it all in one gulp. The delicious soup made her shiver all over and a happy smile appeared on her face.

"Mom, this soup is delicious! Try it, it's really good!"

The little girl said in surprise, looking at her mother with sparkling eyes.

"I don't want to drink."

The woman said weakly.

No matter how delicious the soup or food is, it now tastes like chewing wax.

People’s desire for food is actually a desire for survival.

If people lose the desire for survival itself, then it doesn’t matter whether they eat or not.

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over the little girl's head. She lowered her head and tears flowed unconsciously.

The little girl was still young and didn't understand what death was. She just vaguely understood that if her mother didn't eat, she would leave forever and never come back.

The woman looked at the crying little girl tiredly and weakly. She wanted to reach out and wipe her tears, but she didn't even have the strength to do it.

Master Abei wiped the little girl's tears, handed her the bowl and said, "Let your mother have a taste."

"But mother said..." the little girl choked up, mother said she didn't want to drink.

Master Abei said softly, "She doesn't want to drink this bowl of soup, but she must want to drink the soup you feed her, no matter what it is."

Master Abei has two children of her own, and she understands a mother’s thoughts best. Even if she is exhausted, she will feel full of energy when she sees her children’s energetic smiles and cheerful laughter.

A child means more to a mother than life itself.

The little girl nodded obediently, took the bowl, carefully scooped a spoonful and handed it to her mother's mouth.

The woman hesitated for a moment, looked at the little girl's expectant eyes, and finally opened her mouth and swallowed the spoonful of soup that she was reluctant to drink.

The fragrant chicken soup spreads freely in your mouth. After a long period of slow cooking, the most delicious flavor of the whole chicken is melted in the chicken soup. Although it has such a rich flavor, the taste is extremely light and refreshing, without any greasy feeling.

Then the delicate and tender liver paste melts between the lips and teeth, with a deep and delicious sweetness. Every taste bud is gently wrapped by the delicate liver paste, and you can fully savor its mellowness. The liver paste melts in the mouth, and the taste buds and tongue seem to melt together, and even the saliva turns into delicious and sweet juice.

The fresh and crisp bamboo shoots playfully slip into the space between the lips and teeth. When the tip of the teeth bites down slightly, it makes a charming "crunch" sound, which is crisp and pleasant. The unique fresh aroma of bamboo shoots, with a hint of grass, is like suddenly arriving in spring when all things sprout.

The delicious chicken soup, the smooth liver paste, and the crisp bamboo shoots dance happily in the mouth, making the taste buds and the stomach dance along with them, and move in a joyful rhythm.

"Gululu..."

A loud voice echoed through the room.

The woman looked down at her stomach in surprise. It had been a long time since she had felt hunger, or had the feeling of her stomach gurgling, or the feeling of saliva secretion.

Every inch of her flesh and blood was almost roaring at her.

Take another sip, and another sip!
(End of this chapter)