Kapitel 573: Chapter 573: Craving for Braised Pork

Qiao Xiaomai didn't drink the chicken soup she'd made herself. Tong Sanlang cooked up four eggs to make egg custard, then ladled out some of the chicken soup from the ceramic pot to present to Mrs. Zhang.

Mrs. Zhang was cooped up in a room emitting a peculiar odor; her face was yellowish and pale, and she gave a grunt at the sight of Tong Sanlang.

"Mother, drink the chicken soup," Tong Sanlang said, placing the bowl on the table.

Mrs. Zhang looked at the table and saw it indeed was "chicken soup." There wasn't even a single piece of meat in it. Frustrated, she said, "Are you giving me the leftover soup she didn't finish?"

"Xiaomai did not drink it, I made her egg custard. The chicken meat is supposed to be stir-fried at noon, as my second brother wanted," Tong Sanlang explained.

Mrs. Zhang glared at him, fuming, but she didn't know what exactly to rebuke him about.

She knew about Tong Sanlang's chicken soup, and he had told her he would save half for her.