Lu Qin arrived at the pork stall — it was the same one he had bought from before.
"Boss Guo, I want to buy pork — specifically the sit-down ham. How many pounds do you have?"
Boss Guo recognized an old customer and a large order, so he immediately greeted him with a big smile.
"Ah, Boss Lu, you came at just the right time! The pork just came from the slaughterhouse, and the sit-down ham hasn't even been touched yet!"
Lu Qin glanced at it and nodded.
"Trim off the ham tip, I want it all, no matter how many pounds it is."
"All right, please wait a moment, I'll weigh it."
It totaled 28 pounds of sit-down ham, tender and fine-textured — a good cut.
Boss Guo offered the lowest price: 16.5 yuan per pound.
Lu Qin scanned the QR code and paid 462 yuan flat.
Next, he needed to buy ingredients for making Chicken Tofu Pudding.
According to the traditional Chicken Tofu Pudding recipe, it required a whole free-range old hen fed with grain and vegetable leaves, keeping only half a pound of breast meat and using only the egg whites from 20 eggs.
Doing it this way, a portion suitable for three to four people would cost almost 200 yuan in ingredients alone.
However, with more abundant ingredients nowadays, there was specially sold chicken breast meat.
It didn't necessarily have to be from rural free-range chickens.
In terms of taste, Lu Qin's max-level Chicken Tofu Pudding cooking skill could make up for any imperfections in the ingredients.
As for nutrition…
Nowadays, people generally had suboptimal health and didn't pay much attention to nutrition — sometimes even overeating nutrients.
Deliciousness was the real priority.
Fresh premium chicken breast was 15 yuan per pound.
After bargaining, Lu Qin bought 20 pounds at 14.6 yuan per pound.
Chicken frames were 5.4 yuan per pound; Lu Qin bought three pounds.
The chicken frames weren't for eating but for making chicken broth.
Ignoring small change, Lu Qin scanned to pay 308 yuan.
After wandering around for more than twenty minutes, Lu Qin also bought 50 pounds of eggs, yellow wine, garlic sprouts, and other ingredients.
He ld everything onto the Trike-Mounted Food Cart and prepared to head home.
At that moment, the phone rang.
Lu Qin glanced at the caller ID and was surprised to see it was Teacher Li from the kindergarten.
He frowned slightly. Teacher Li calling — could it be…?
He hurriedly answered.
The noise at the market entrance made it hard to hear clearly.
But he was sure he heard Lu Xiyao crying nearby.
His heart skipped a beat, and he said, "Teacher Li, I'll be there in ten minutes."
Then, his three-wheeler suddenly sped off.
Starlight Kindergarten was about three kilometers from the market.
Lu Qin was extremely anxious, running two red lights and rushing to the school.
It was lunch time for the kids.
Standing in front of the electric retractable gate, Lu Qin immediately called Teacher Li.
He worried if the little one had hurt herself, bumped into something, or had a stomach upset — he thought of many possibilities.
Teacher Li saw Lu Qin's anxious face and smiled wryly, shaking her head.
"Yaoyao's fine. She just spilled her lunch and cried."
Yaoyao's dad was so worried that he didn't ask for details before hanging up and rushing over.
However, Teacher Li admired his concern.
He was truly a qualified good father.
No wonder Yaoyao always looked happy and carefree every day.
Teacher Li led Lu Qin to the kindergarten's children's cafeteria.
Inside.
Around a square table sat a group of children.
On the floor lay a spilled Doraemon cartoon lunchbox, with Stir-Fried Rice Noodles, Twice-Cooked Pork, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and Mung Bean Paste soup scattered everywhere.
The rich aroma still lingered.
Several children stared at the food on the ground, swallowing their saliva and even reaching to pick it up and eat it.
Lu Qin looked over.
The little one was surrounded in the middle, her tender, chubby face still streaked with tears.
Next to her, a little boy kept bowing his head, apologizing again and again.
"Lu Xiyao, I didn't mean to spill your lunch. You can eat my lunch — it has beef and fried egg."
"Your lunch isn't as tasty as what Lu Xiyao's dad makes, Chen Haojie. How could you do that? Such good Stir-Fried Rice Noodles!"
"And there's Twice-Cooked Pork too! Chen Haojie, was it on purpose?"
"Yaoyao's Stir-Fried Rice Noodles fell on the floor too. Wah, nothing left to eat!"
…
Lu Xiyao didn't blame the little boy.
She was just upset her lunch was gone — definitely unhappy.
But the other kids kept scolding Chen Haojie loudly.
Zhong Shuyi originally wanted to let everyone try the Stir-Fried Rice Noodles and Mung Bean Paste her family's chef uncle made.
But after tasting it herself, she didn't want a second bite.
It was nowhere near Yaoyao's dad's cooking.
It was basically two different things.
The same Stir-Fried Rice Noodles — why did the taste differ so much?
Zhong Shuyi silently closed her lunchbox lid and then joined the chorus of scolding Chen Haojie.
If Yaoyao's lunch hadn't been spilled, and she was on good terms with Yaoyao, she could have had a few bites.
Now, nothing to eat at all!
"Yaoyao."
Lu Qin called softly.
Lu Xiyao was still sad but suddenly heard a very familiar voice.
She quickly looked up and saw Lu Qin.
"Daddy~!!!"
The little one was first surprised, then suddenly felt a bit wronged, and threw herself into Lu Qin's arms.
Lu Qin picked her up, patted her back, then pulled out a tissue to wipe her nose.
He already knew the whole story — it was just a spilled lunchbox, so he relaxed.
He blamed himself for being too nervous.
"You're not a three-year-old anymore. Crying just because you spilled your lunch?"
Lu Qin gently rubbed the little one's nose.
With Lu Qin's appearance, the little one's gloom instantly vanished, replaced by happiness.
She wrapped her arms around Lu Qin's neck, unwilling to let go.
Having Daddy was really wonderful!
The other kids looked at Lu Qin with admiring eyes.
Some who were close to Lu Xiyao politely said, "Hello, Uncle."
Yaoyao's dad came so fast!
Did he come to bring lunch to Lu Xiyao?
I want a dad like that too!
Watching Lu Xiyao being hugged by Lu Qin, the other kids cast envious looks.
"Other kids, your food is on the table. It will get cold and upset your stomach if you eat it late. Go eat your own lunch now."
Teacher Li chased the group back to their seats to eat properly.
Chen Haojie's face was red with embarrassment.
He was hungry too but accidentally spilled Lu Xiyao's lunch.
He didn't dare to eat his own and wanted Lu Xiyao to eat instead.
Zhong Shuyi also didn't eat her Stir-Fried Rice Noodles — dry and oily, she couldn't stomach it.
Her family's chef uncle's skills didn't compare to Yaoyao's dad.
"Daddy~! I'm hungry~!"
The little one looked at Lu Qin pitifully.
Teacher Li smiled wryly and explained:
"Yaoyao's own lunch was knocked over by Chen Haojie, but she wouldn't eat the kindergarten food and started crying, so I had no choice but to call you…"
The little one felt a bit embarrassed, pouting.
"I just want to eat the food Daddy makes."
Lu Qin reached out and patted Chen Haojie's little head, then smiled.
"Kiddo, you'd better go eat your own lunch now."
The little boy looked up, saw Lu Qin's gentle smile, and suddenly felt much calmer.
Chen Haojie nodded obediently and returned to his seat.
"Zhong Shuyi, aren't you going to eat?"
Zhong Shuyi was a good friend of the little one, and Lu Qin knew her too — often hearing about her from Lu Xiyao.
With hopeful eyes, she pleaded:
"Uncle, the Stir-Fried Rice Noodles I brought aren't tasty at all. I want to eat the ones you make!"
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