Every day after work, Shen Qingqing goes to buy fresh vegetables.
This time she brought napa cabbage, carrots, scallions, and pork ribs.
At home, there were still potatoes, pumpkins, eggs, and cured meat that keep well...
There's no shortage of rice, flour, grains, and oil—enough to make a sumptuous meal.
Jiang Zhixun insisted on helping, and Shen Qingqing unceremoniously instructed him, "Wash the carrots, then chop them into pieces for the pork rib stew."
The corners of the man's mouth curved upward, and he only said one word, "Okay."
Shen Qingqing couldn't fathom what he was thinking.
She didn't know what he found so amusing.
She glanced at Jiang Zhixun a few times and saw that he was working normally, hadn't bumped into anything, and only then did she feel a bit relieved.
The pork ribs were put on to stew first.
While Jiang Zhixun was washing the carrots, Shen Qingqing thought she'd knead the dough to make some steamed buns later.
