Put the chopped meat, green onion, and ginger in a pot, add an appropriate amount of salt, and an egg.

I found the fine white flour, sprinkled it with a handful, and stirred it vigorously.

After stirring it evenly, Chen Mengtian stopped.

She walked to the stove and started to make a fire.

After the fire is lit, pour water into the clean pot.

The sky was gradually darkening, and Chen Mengtian also discovered it.

She lit the kitchen oil lamp.

The water in the pot was boiling. Chen Mengtian walked to the chopping board and brought the porcelain basin containing the stir-fried meat filling and placed it in front of the stove.

Grab the meat filling in your hands and start squeezing small meatballs from the tiger's mouth.

Squeeze out the small meatballs one by one and put them in boiling water one by one

Not long after the meatballs were put into the pot, white foam began to emerge.

These are all egg whites.

After putting all the meatballs into the pot, Chen Mengtian began to use a spoon to remove the white foam in the pot and pour it out.

Until the small meatballs with an attractive fragrance floated up one by one, Chen Mengtian poured a few drops of sesame oil and some salt.

The tempting smell of flesh that came to her face made Chen Mengtian swallow involuntarily.

Put all the meatball soup out, and still in the porcelain pot of the previous one.

A large pot of meatball soup looks delicious.

Chen Mengtian took out two bowls, but she didn't serve the meatball soup as soon as possible.

Instead, he took out a small porcelain bottle containing spiritual liquid from his sleeve.

Open the bottle plug, and the sweet smell of spiritual liquid poured into the tip of the nose.

Chen Mengtian immediately poured a drop of the bottle into the meatball soup.

Seeing that the second drop was about to come out, she quickly stopped and picked up the spoon to stir the meatball soup.

The aroma of meat and the aroma of spiritual liquid were mixed together, and a delicious breath came.

Chen Mengtian couldn't control herself after all. She put half a bowl in a spoon and tasted it first.

A bite of broth was held in the mouth, and the rich soup spread everywhere.

Fresh, fragrant, and especially tasteful.

The tip of the tongue can even feel the faint sweetness of the spiritual liquid.

Chen Mengtian drank half a bowl of meatball soup in a quick and elegant manner.

Then, she changed a bowl and filled it with a bowl of meat soup, which contained several meatballs.

Holding the bowl in your hand, walked out of the kitchen.

The sky outside was already dark, but I could still see the scene of the courtyard clearly.

Chen Mengtian brought the meatball soup in her hand to the living room.

The living room was dark and all the decorations were vaguely visible, so she would not trip and fall or something.

"Mengtian?"

As soon as she stepped in, she heard Chen Ping's voice.

Chen Mengtian didn't expect that Chen Ping had woken up at this time.

It took her less than half an hour to make meatball soup.

She immediately responded, "It's me."

Chen Ping did not speak out when he heard her response.

Chen Mengtian lit the oil lamp in the living room and walked towards the wooden couch with the meatball soup in his hand.

Chen Ping had already sat up, leaned against the wooden couch, and looked out the dark window.

As Chen Mengtian approached, Chen Ping also smelled the tempting smell of meat in the air.

He turned his head and saw the bowl in Chen Mengtian's hand, and couldn't help but sigh.

"It smells so good."

Chen Mengtian smiled at Chen Ping's sigh.

"Uncle drinks it while it's hot, and I made the meatball soup with my own hands."

She brought the bowl in her hand to Chen Ping, with a smile in her words.

This is the first time Chen Ping has eaten something that Chen Mengtian cooked.

His eyes showed relief, "You've grown up."

Chen Mengtian was a little amused and crying. Why did she grow up after making a bowl of meatball soup?

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Third update.
Chapter completed!