"Why aren't you tired? You're not at home. I haven't thought about it all year round. Now that you are here, we haven't gone back." Gao Xiulan made dumplings very quickly, and the dumplings she made from Yu Chunhua was different.

Yu Chunhua gathered her hands together and pinched them with folds.

Gao Xiulan directly pinched her index finger and thumb against her, which was a fan-shaped one.

Of course, the two of them did not have the same filling, and they ate tonight the dumplings made of Yu Chunhua and leek meat filling.

Gao Xiulan's bread is eaten tomorrow morning and made of cabbage meat.

"Mom, I'll roll the dough, you can wrap it." Xu Ning sat down in front of the panel. She rolled the dough quickly, and it was no problem to supply three people.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the dumplings were finished and the family began to prepare for dinner.

"Grandma, you and Grandma Gao go to the house to sit. Just my mother and I can do it here." Xu Ning pushed the two old men out, "I've been busy for a day, so I'll rest. Anyway, I'm not tired of cooking."

The two of them were not pretentious, and they left after a few words.

In the kitchen, Xu Ning and his mother prepared the dishes they wanted to cook for the evening. Tonight they were all chicken, duck, fish, chicken stewed vermicelli, beer duck, braised fish, braised pork ribs, cold spinach, boiled cabbage, stir-fried tofu, fresh bamboo shoots, bacon and vegetable meatballs, nine dishes mean long-lasting.

In their hometown, there weren’t so many dishes when they were poor, but they always put nine dishes on the table on the New Year’s Eve.

Qin Xuejuan just helped her daughter watch the stove. Xu Ning made the dishes tonight.

The others were fine, but when they watched their daughter cook at close range, the rich fragrance kept floating out, stimulating her taste buds. After the dishes were served, she felt more and more hungry.

The dishes made by Xu Ning are both full of color, fragrance and taste. Qin Xuejuan has eaten them for so many years, but she still has no resistance. Sometimes she feels that she really doesn’t look like Xu Ning’s mother. Does the genes for cooking also pay attention to generations of generations?

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Brother Zheng: Dear mother, that bastard said it was a stepmother?
Chapter completed!