Zhang Maosheng immediately laughed: "Hahaha, every bite you eat is chicken. Haven't you eaten it? The rice grains in the porridge are actually not rice grains?"

Zhang Xueping scooped up a spoonful and looked carefully, then suddenly thought of something.

"Grandpa, are you talking about this rice grain, it, are they made of chicken?"

Seeing that the eldest grandson understood, Zhang Maosheng nodded: "Yes, this chicken porridge is the porridge made of chicken breasts into flowing chicken velvet, and then cooked them into rice grains in chicken soup, and finally made of them."

Zhang Xueping quickly took two more bites: "This is amazing. I am really a Mi Li."

Zhang Maosheng continued: "This is the great thing about chicken porridge. It is to completely break the fibers of the chicken and recombinate them in another way."

Speaking of this, Zhang Maosheng picked up a pomegranate bag that was already a little cold and put it into his grandson's bowl.

"In this way, wrap the pomegranate in chicken porridge and warm it up, and then you eat it together. It tastes great."

Zhang Maosheng picked up one for his eldest grandson with two pomegranate bags, and put the remaining one into his own bowl.

Zhang Xueping had previous experience and knew that the method his grandfather said would definitely be delicious, so he followed his grandfather's appearance and soaked the pomegranate in chicken porridge.

Then, like my grandfather, I picked up the pomegranate bag with chopsticks.

The pomegranate bag was now stuck with chicken porridge, and it was placed next to your mouth and bitten it.

The pomegranate bag dipped in chicken porridge was bitten into the mouth, and soon the soup in the pomegranate bag appeared and put it in the mouth with the chicken porridge outside. In addition, the egg skin and filling were added, a compound taste instantly exploded in the mouth.

What Zhang Xueping ate was a real umami flavor, just like eating a chicken for the rest of his life at this moment.

Eggs, chicken porridge, some chicken in the filling, and two kinds of chicken soups inside and outside. This compound taste really makes Zhang Xueping feel that his tongue is blooming.

The wonderful taste makes people unable to stop.

The grandfather and grandson were extremely similar, and they feasted on the chicken porridge and pomegranate bags in the bowl.

After eating all of them together, they leaned on the chair and sighed. It was really comfortable at this moment.

Seeing the appearance of the grandfather and grandson, Zhang Fenglin and his wife also smiled at each other. At this moment, the couple also felt that the grandfather and grandson were really similar, and this kind of similarity was really very interesting.

After leaning against the chair and enjoying for a while, Zhang Xueping turned his head to look at the three little girls eating egg bread rice. Suddenly, he couldn't help but say to the little girls: "The pomegranate bag I just ate was dipped in chicken porridge. It tasted very, very delicious, it must be better than your egg bread rice."

Originally, Zhang Xueping wanted to show off with his three sisters.

But Feng Ruoruo raised his head and said, "My father made all the delicious food."

One sentence made Zhang Xueping speechless.

The diner near the table smiled and said, "Hahaha, how about it? You show off to the little girl, but you eat it made by someone else's father. If they want to eat it, then your father will prepare it in minutes?"
Chapter completed!