Hui Province, the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, a bleak winter day.
In the kitchen, Jiang Ning sat in front of the stove. The firewood burned with bright red flames, sending steam rising from the pot, turning the home into spring in winter.
In the reflection of the flames, Jiang Ning's face was also illuminated by the firelight as his eyes fell on the chopping board.
With an apron tied around her waist, Tongtong looked like a little adult, deftly handling the ingredients. The clatter of pots and the chopping of vegetables echoed as she muttered to herself:
"First, let's make beef stew with cabbage and vermicelli, then some beer duck, garlic ribs, and finally stir-fried okra. Oh, we didn't buy okra because Jiang Ning said he doesn't like it."
Washing the beef, Xue Chuchu followed up, "But I heard that okra is very nourishing..."
Halfway through her sentence, Xue Chuchu realized something and didn't continue.
Jiang Ning asked, "Nourishes what?"
