The seventh day of the New Year, early morning.
The weather remains cold, below zero.
The noise of last night gradually faded as the night passed, and for Jiang Ning, as well as Tongtong and Chuchu, it was just a minor ripple in life.
Xue Chuchu tied an apron around her waist and was busy in the kitchen; today’s breakfast was potato dumpling soup. First, she cut the potatoes into strips, coated them with eggs and flour, then stir-fried tomatoes in the pot. After cooking the juice out, she added water and finally poured in the potatoes to stew.
If it’s winter, having a bowl of piping-hot potato dumpling soup is definitely sour, sweet, and appetizing, warming you all over after eating.
Jiang Ning sat in front of the stove to light the fire, roasting peanuts at the sa ti.
Yesterday, he happened to rember the potato dumpling soup his mom used to make when he was a child, which he hadn’t tasted for many years, so he casually ntioned it. This morning, when he stepped into Chuchu’s house, he found her already peeling potatoes.
Jiang Ning looked at Xue Chuchu, whose face showed a hint of coolness, thinking to himself, ’She’s really gentle and considerate...’
With this thought, Jiang Ning used his Divine Sense to scan Tongtong’s small room. She was snug under the covers, sleeping soundly, a picture of peace.
Jiang Ning said, "I’ll fry the dishes. You go call Tongtong for breakfast."
Xue Chuchu’s hands paused, then she brushed her fine hair behind her ears, showing a bit of surprise, "You?"
It’s not that she was unwilling to believe, but over the past year, Jiang Ning had always been the one helping out by lighting the fire. If Aunt Gu was ho, he didn’t even need to do that, sitting like a lord, so sociable.
Now he’s actually taking on the task of frying the dishes?
Jiang Ning noticed Xue Chuchu’s disbelief and said, "I’ll handle the cooking. And as for you, you have to wake up the lazing Tongtong."
Xue Chuchu thought, ’What’s the difficulty in waking her up?’
Jiang Ning knew too well that nowadays Tongtong has beco quite defiant, so he reminded, "Just ask her if she’s going to eat breakfast. If not, we’ll eat it first."
With their tasks clearly divided, Xue Chuchu took off her apron and efficiently left the room.
Jiang Ning lazily straightened up, casually swiping out a strand of Sword Qi, cutting the slab of cured at on the chopping board into evenly sliced pieces.
The cured at was won from Butcher Zhang, who boasted that this was made by an old lady at the market, never sold externally. Having mixed in the market for years, only Butcher Zhang could snag such good goods.
Indeed, the cured at selected by ’Uncle Zhang’ was of high quality, with the lean part showing a semi-transparent golden hue.
With a gesture, kidney beans from the plate floated into the air.
Kidney beans are a type of green bean, flat and long like a small knife. Many people easily confuse kidney beans with string beans; in reality, when both are julienned and stir-fried, they can indeed be mixed up...
These were picked and given to Jiang Ning by Uncle Tang from his precious greenhouse. Fresh kidney beans paired with salty cured at, plus chili stir-fried—it’s quite delicious.
Besides this dish, there was also a small eggplant from Uncle Tang, perfect for stewing with green peppers as a vegetarian dish.
Kidney beans, eggplants, and green peppers all ca from Uncle Tang. How could Uncle Tang’s greenhouse be so amazing? Able to grow so many vegetables despite Dongdong often tearing it apart?
Of course, it’s because Jiang Ning occasionally used Mana to maintain it.
Uncle Tang didn’t know, and now the neighbors at River Dam Bungalow have utmost respect for Uncle Tang, especially Mr. Qian, who benefited the most, honoring him as ’Shennong’!
With all the complints, Uncle Tang really believed he was Shennong, and reportedly, soone offered a high price to hire him as a greenhouse keeper...
Jiang Ning advised him to be cautious, but who knew Uncle Tang adopted the posture of a sage.
Alright, Jiang Ning wished him the best.
...
Jiang Ning leisurely stir-fried at Chuchu’s house.
Xue Chuchu now arrived outside Tongtong’s bedroom, stood at the door, and called, "Tongtong, it’s ti to get up."
Today, the bed was exceptionally warm. Tongtong clutched her quilt, deeply engrossed in sleep, hazily hearing soone calling, then imdiately turned over and continued to sleep.
Xue Chuchu called twice, yet there wasn’t any response.
Rembering Jiang Ning’s reminder, Xue Chuchu altered it slightly, "Jiang Ning said if you don’t get up for breakfast, don’t bother coming out; we’ll eat first."
After leaving this remark, Xue Chuchu turned and walked away.
Upon hearing this, Xue Yuantong sprang from the bed, angrily saying, "Well really, besides breakfast, which al isn’t cooked by normally? It’s always doing the chores! It’s too much!"
Xue Chuchu, faced away, pursed her lips with a slight smile.
Twenty minutes later, Tongtong stord into Chuchu’s kitchen looking to settle scores with Jiang Ning.
She stared with wide eyes, believing she exerted full intimidation.
Jiang Ning, arms folded, looked down at the short Tongtong, indifferently said, "Dare to look directly at , how audacious!"
Xue Yuantong glared irritatedly, yet her short stature made her perpetually appear small and unable to assert dominance.
Xue Chuchu, spectating, was about to burst into laughter.
Then, Xue Yuantong suddenly had a bright idea, springing with a hop, fingers managing to touch the door fra—how impressive!
She felt imnsely proud because at that mont, she confird she was not inferior to Jiang Ning.
Jiang Ning praised, "Wow, a few days, and your strength grew."
Xue Yuantong crossed her arms and coldly snorted, "During your absence, I’ve been training alone for quite so ti."
Jiang Ning said nothing, took a step forward, without jumping or tiptoeing, and casually touched the door fra that took Tongtong so much effort to reach.
The scene montarily froze.
Xue Yuantong’s small face drooped; what did her effort an?
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