"Is the food to your liking?" Jiaang Hengliang said with a gentle smile at the Cheng Family, "I don't know if you city folks can get used to our countryside food."
Qiann Yan wasn't particularly picky about food; as long as it was edible, it was good enough: "The taste is great, Grandma Xiaang's skills are impressive."
She spoke truthfully, for this vegetable pancake had a fresh scent, perfect for breakfast, and even better with a bowl of porridge.
"As long as you like it, Yanzi."
Pleased by the compliment, Xiaang Huiying said happily, "I'll catch a chicken to cook, do you want chicken soup or roast chicken?"
"No need to kill a chicken, anything is fine," Qiann Yan declined; the chickens in the yard were egg-laying hens, and it seemed wasteful to kill them. People in the countryside relied on these chickens for eggs.
