Chapter 308: Chapter 302: The Grand Finale Part 2 (Triple-Length)
After returning home, the sky was already somewhat dark. Today, almost everyone sat in the car for the entire day and then went to burn incense. Now, everyone was feeling extremely tired.
However, He Chen had maintained the habit of going to bed early, waking up early, and exercising daily for many years. Therefore, he didn’t experience the kind of total exhaustion that makes it hard to walk without aching all over like the others.
Although he felt somewhat weary too, since his wife and kids hadn’t had dinner yet, he of course had no choice but to run to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
In Jing City, they used a gas stove at home for cooking, which was very convenient and clean.
That’s why, when the two kids saw He Chen go into the kitchen to throw firewood into the traditional stove to cook, they were particularly amazed.
He Yuchu stood on a small stool supported by He Yanzi, both feeling sleepy, hungry, and tired, but watching He Chen skillfully cook in the big pot, they were still very excited, continually asking questions beside him.
"Dad, what’s this yellow stuff? Is it edible?"
"It’s rice crust, very fragrant. Later we’ll soak it in rice soup; it’s delicious even when eaten plain."
He Yuchu widened his eyes and responded, "Oh, oh, oh," while He Yanzi curiously looked at that strange spatula.
"Dad, is this spatula going to break? Why does it look like it’s going to snap?"
He Chen didn’t stop his actions, directly demonstrating the unique feature of this spatula.
Because the big iron pot of the traditional stove is welded onto the stove, using a normal spatula makes it impossible to scoop all the food from the pot, and it’s very easy to burn your hand. This spatula bent at almost ninety degrees can vertically scoop rice from the pot, quickly and conveniently.
He Yanzi watched with an expression of awe.
Before long, He Chen had already finished preparing the dinner.
The dishes were stir-fried first and covered with a bamboo lid. After scooping out the rice, He Chen poured rice soup into the pot. The rice-white soup soaked with the rice crust inside the pot could be easily scooped with the spatula.
Simmering a little longer on low heat, when the lid was lifted, the fragrant aroma of rice crust and rice wafted, making the two kids who had never had rice crust porridge salivate.
"Wow! It smells so good!"
"Dad is amazing!"
As He Chen carried the meal out, He Yuchu followed him eagerly, praising him all the way.
Ye Manman also missed the rice crust porridge cooked on the traditional stove. When He Chen tidied up and sat down, she promptly echoed her daughter’s praises.
"Hubby, you’re amazing! The food is so fragrant!"
He Chen nearly blushed at her first comment, but fortunately, the second comment followed.
He divided the chopsticks among them and sighed.
"It’s been so long since I’ve had rice crust porridge."
"Yes, we really missed it."
Ye Manman took a small sip; the rich, fragrant rice crust porridge was so delicious that even someone as picky as her couldn’t resist.
The two little ones also enjoyed their meals immensely.
Whether it was because they were too hungry or because it was truly delicious, the four of them actually finished the whole pot of rice crust porridge, and of course, the remaining rice was left for He Chen to eat alone.
After he reheated water and cleaned up, Ye Manman and he bathed the two little ones separately, marking the official end of the day’s activities.
He Chen hadn’t worked in the fields like in his younger days for many years, nor had he done this much labor during his regular exercise. Ye Manman worried he might experience back pain, so after they both bathed in the evening, she had He Chen lie on the bed while she gave him a massage to relieve him.
The wife took the initiative to offer her services, which He Chen was more than happy to accept. Even though he didn’t actually feel any pain, Ye Manman’s hands resting on his back were still quite comfortable.
While massaging, Ye Manman asked him.
"How do you feel? Any better?"
He Chen mumbled a vague "Hmm," "Comfortable."
After many years of marriage, Ye Manman knew exactly what those low grumbling sounds He Chen made meant.
But this house was not soundproof at all, even though the kids slept in the room across from them, she didn’t dare actually do anything with him.
He Chen, of course, wouldn’t act rashly and recklessly. He was aware that this wasn’t the right time or place, so he settled with a few hums, soon rolling over to hug her and rubbing his cheek against hers.
"Honey, help me~"
Ye Manman was rather receptive to tenderness rather than harshness, and He Chen had long grasped this rule. Since she was the one who initiated first, softening his tone made him look particularly pitiful, and Ye Manman truly believed it...
