After her holiday, Miao Miao didn't forget to study. After tidying up her room, she went downstairs to read. The evening sunset was just right, illuminating the book without being harsh. Miao Miao sat in the hanging chair by the window, occasionally tapping her toes on the ground to sway herself and the chair in the air.
The beauty of time and tranquility, nothing more.
Du Xixi smiled and walked over. Ke Xing and the others looked up at her, and she smiled and said, "I made lamb offal soup with 2569. Let's have lamb offal soup tonight?"
The lamb offal soup was very generous in portion. Whether you eat it as is, or use the soup to mix with rice, both are excellent choices. One big pot is enough for Du Xixi's whole family to enjoy.
"Lamb offal soup? Made with lamb offal?" Hearing this, Miao Miao walked over, marking her book and casually placing it on the coffee table. "No wonder I seemed to hear a lamb bleating earlier. Was it freshly slaughtered?"
