Qin Yao was awoken by the enticing aroma of food.
When she got up and looked, oh wow, there were three dishes and a soup on the dining table in the main room, and the sounds of frying still emanated from the kitchen. Was it an early New Year?
"Wifey, you're awake," Liu Ji cheerfully greeted, reminding her to wash up with the warm water he had prepared. "The meal's ready. If you're hungry, we can start right away. I'll just finish frying these meatballs; you all can start eating first."
Qin Yao yawned and instinctively asked, "Why are you frying meatballs?"
"It's almost New Year, so we're prepping early. Don't you love hot pot? I sent Da Lang to Sister-in-law Zhou's house to buy tofu. When the time comes, I'll make a broth from big bones, and the tofu will taste amazing."
Qin Yao reached out and poked Second Lang, who was practicing calligraphy at the empty spot at the table. "Did your dad get a spell cast on him?"
How did he suddenly become so diligent and sensible?
