eurekapd Chapter 872 Warm Hangover Porridge
Chapter 872 Warm Hangover Porridge
the next day.
The early morning light gently shines into the bedroom through the gaps in the thick curtains.
Shen Qing was awakened by the faint sound of birds singing outside the window.
She struggled to open her heavy eyelids, and the headache from the hangover made her frown.
The moment she regained consciousness, the first thing she felt was the warm and strong arm around her waist, and the solid chest pressed against her back, with a faint smell of alcohol and a mixture of fresh cologne.
Her body froze instantly, and... Yan Bei, who was usually cold, taciturn and in control, was rarely drunk, and when he hugged her, the hot body temperature that was completely different from his usual domineering and almost dependent was so strong.
Shen Qing turned her head and carefully looked at the man who was so close to her in the dim light.
Yan Bei's sleeping face had lost the sharpness and aloofness he usually had in the business world. His long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyelids, and his thin lips, which were usually tightly pursed, were now slightly relaxed, with a hint of laziness after drinking.
Even in his sleep, his frown showed that he seemed to be sleeping uneasy, and his arms were still stubbornly and tightly wrapped around her waist, as if she was the only piece of driftwood in his floating ocean.
"Hmm..." Shen Qing took a deep breath and tried to pull herself out of his embrace. She knew how much Yan Bei disliked being disturbed when he slept, especially when he was drunk, his temper was even more unpredictable.
She didn't want to wake up the "sleeping lion" because of her actions.
She held her breath and moved her body very slowly, bit by bit, like a thief.
First, she carefully pried open his fingers that were wrapped around her waist. His fingers moved slightly, and Shen Qing's heart immediately rose to her throat. She froze in place and dared not move until she was sure that his movements were just unconscious and there was no sign of waking up. Only then did she continue with her "escape" plan.
Every movement was accompanied by fear. Finally, she successfully freed herself from Yan Bei's "confinement" and slid down the bed lightly.
The moment her feet touched the ground, she almost breathed a sigh of relief, but she immediately covered her mouth, afraid of making any sound.
She knew that Yan Bei drank a little too much last night, and she also wanted him to sleep more.
Then Shen Qing went downstairs.
I saw Aunt Zhang had already prepared breakfast.
She also went into the kitchen.
"Aunt Zhang, good morning."
"Good morning, Madam. Why are you in the kitchen? Just tell me what you want to eat and I'll make it for you."
Shen Qing smiled and said, "No, Aunt Zhang, Yan Bei drank too much yesterday, so I planned to make him some hangover porridge."
"Or I can cook it for you."
"No need, Aunt Zhang, I can do it myself."
"OK then!"
Aunt Zhang walked out of the kitchen. Shen Qing walked into the kitchen.
The large open kitchen was spotlessly clean, its utensils gleaming. Shen Qing donned an apron, her expression focused. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out the fresh ingredients she had prepared: a handful of pearl rice, a few plump red dates, a small piece of yam, and a small spoonful of glistening rock sugar.
For the hangover porridge, she chose the most gentle yam and red date porridge that nourishes the spleen and stomach.
The rice needs to be soaked for a while in advance so that it is easier to cook soft and glutinous. Shen Qing washed the pearl rice and soaked it in clean water.
Then she began to process the yams, peeling them, cutting them into dice, and soaking them in water to prevent oxidation. She also removed the pits from the red dates and cut them into small pieces.
When everything was ready, she poured the soaked rice and water into the casserole and simmered it over low heat.
The white rice grains gradually stretched and rolled in the water, and the kitchen was soon filled with a faint rice aroma.
She stood by the stove, stirring the porridge in the pot patiently, her eyes gentle.
The sunlight became brighter, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, it gave the entire kitchen a warm golden glow.
She occasionally looked outside the kitchen to see if Yan Bei had come downstairs.
When the rice porridge is almost cooked and turns a thick milky white color, she adds yam cubes and red dates and continues to simmer over low heat.
The sweetness of yam and the subtle fragrance of red dates gradually blend into the porridge, making the originally single rice aroma more rich and attractive.
Finally, she carefully added a small piece of rock sugar and stirred it until it melted. The sweetness was just right, not greasy, and only made the porridge taste warmer.
Throughout the whole process, Shen Qing did it neither hurriedly nor slowly, as if she was performing a gentle ritual.
She knew that Yan Bei had a picky taste, but he would always give some respect to things she made, especially this kind of warm food.
The porridge was finally ready. She turned off the heat and let the porridge simmer in the clay pot for a while to make it taste more mellow.
Then she scooped out a small bowl, placed it in an exquisite bone china bowl, and paired it with a plate of light pickles.
Place it on the dining table.
She saw that Yan Bei had not come down yet.
Then he went upstairs.
She walked lightly to the bedroom and gently pushed open the half-closed door.
The room was dimly lit, the heavy curtains mostly drawn. Yan Bei was leaning against the headboard, his brows slightly furrowed, one hand pressed to his temple. His usually sharp eyes now looked hazy and tired.
Hearing the noise, he slowly opened his eyes and saw that it was Shen Qing. A trace of imperceptible relief flashed in his eyes.
"Awake?" Shen Qing's voice was as gentle as a feather brushing against the tip of my heart. "I made some hangover porridge. Drink it while it's hot to warm your stomach."
Yan Bei didn't speak immediately, but just looked at her steadily.
She was wearing a simple off-white home outfit, her hair was loosely tied behind her head, her face was slightly flushed as if she had just come out of the kitchen, and her eyes were clear and warm.
After a moment, Yan Bei said, "Thank you, wife."
Shen Qing curled her lips and said, "Get up and eat."
"it is good!"
Yan Bei sat up.
Start getting dressed.
"I'll go wake An An and Kang Kang up first."
"Ok!"
Shen Qing walked out of the bedroom again.
I went to An An and Kang Kang’s bedrooms respectively and woke them up.
Then she went downstairs.
Sitting at the dining table, waiting for Yan Bei and the children.
For a while.
Yan Bei and the children also came down at the same time.
They walked to the dining table and sat down at their seats.
Yan Bei started drinking the sobering porridge that Shen Qing made for him.
The bowl of steaming porridge in front of him exuded a simple and tempting aroma, which instantly dispelled much of his discomfort after drinking and the irritability in his heart.
He sat up straight in silence, picked up the porridge, and warmed it in his hands. The aroma of the porridge penetrated his nose more clearly. He scooped up a spoonful with a spoon, blew on it, and put it into his mouth.
The soft and glutinous rice grains, the sweet yam, the sweet taste with the aroma of dates, and the perfect temperature, slide down the throat into the stomach, like a warm current, instantly soothing the burning sensation in the stomach and intestines, and even the tense nerves seem to be relieved a lot.
He said nothing, just quietly drinking his porridge. The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, falling on his drooping eyelashes, softening his usually cold and hard features.