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120 Pig Trotter Fairy

But when Wen Rao mentioned pig trotters, there was a flash of sadness in his eyes.

"I loved eating pig's trotters when I was a child because my father cooked delicious food, especially braised pig's trotters, which was my favorite. My father also nicknamed me the pig's trotters fairy.

Because once I was wearing a fairy dress and chewing pig's trotters, but I couldn't hold it and the pig's trotters fell on the skirt. In the end, I ignored the skirt and continued to hold the pig's trotters and chew them.

This nickname has become a secret shared by our family of four. "

After his parents passed away, Wen Rao rarely mentioned them.

Because once I mention it, my heart hurts.

It's the kind of pain that's soaked in the frozen lake in December and pierced by thousands of arrows at the same time.

After her parents passed away, she stopped eating pig's trotters because she always compared the taste with her father's.

But she could never taste what her father made.

"Then I still bought the right thing..."

Zhan Yan muttered softly.

"what?"

Wen Rao didn't hear clearly and looked at him doubtfully.

Zhan Yan quickly changed his mind, "I said the customer really got the right gift."

"I know this pig's trotters shop. It's a time-honored brand in Qingshi. My dad bought it before, and then I tried to make it myself according to his taste. The taste is [-]-[-]% similar. It's a pity that I didn't learn how to do it."

When she mentioned her father, Wen Rao's eyes showed love and nostalgia. Behind her strength was the difficulty of supporting him alone.

"But we can't finish these hundred after the expiration date." Wen Rao felt a little dizzy.

"You can give it away if you can't finish it. I've left it all to you anyway. I don't care who you want to give it to."

As long as she likes to eat, Zhan Yan doesn't worry about anything else.

"Then I can give one box to each of the driver and the passenger. After all, I am more or less responsible for them. And Wang Ying and Zhu Chunfeng. The rest can be kept vacuum-preserved for a month or two."

Wen Rao was worried about how to thank the driver and passengers.

The driver can send her out when he drives by, and the passenger can see if he can get in touch with her.

"By the way, that Nana on the Internet is not a little fairy. Do you need my help to check her identity?"

Zhan Yan has been paying attention to Wen Rao's case all day long. He knows that his aunt and grandma were beaten to death, but it turns out that Nana is not a little fairy.

"No need to trouble you. Originally, I wanted to call the police, but now both the Didak company and the male passenger have called the police. I am considered a witness and victim. I will just cooperate with the investigation when the time comes."

After Wen Rao finished speaking, he started preparing dinner.

"There are hard dishes tonight and there are meals you packed, so let's make mushroom soup."

Wen Rao said while rolling up his sleeves and working.

Zhan Yan wanted to help, but Xiaoer called him away to help him adjust the drawing board.

After they finished debugging, Wen Rao was ready to cook.

The cooked asparagus noodles are placed in the mushroom soup, which can be eaten as a soup or as a staple food. Zhan Yan packed the Buddha Jumping over the Wall from the InterContinental Hotel, and Wen Rao cut the pig's trotters into small pieces and shaved off the bones.

Wen Rao took a bite, lowered her eyes, and whispered that it tasted good, but the corners of her eyes were moist.

It tastes really like what dad made.

Moderately soft and full of collagen.

She hadn't tasted this taste in more than four years. She thought she could forget the pain of losing her parents if she didn't eat it, but the pain was squeezed deep in her heart and she needed to vent it out.

Missing them will never stop.

Resistance to a certain food cannot be forgotten.

Wen Rao sniffed and took a sip of mushroom soup. The hot air fumigated and warmed her whole body.

"Wen Rao, do you... have any plans for one month from now?"

Zhan Yan looked at her obviously changeable mood and asked abruptly.