November 1st, evening.
The kitchen in Xue Yuantong's house, the incandescent light casting a faint yellow glow, illuminating the entire room.
The wood in the stove beside, not yet completely extinguished, occasionally crackles with the burning remnants, a unique woody aroma mixing with the smoky scent from the earthen stove, emitting a faint natural ambiance.
Xue Chuchu lifts the bowl: "Do you want some rice?"
Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong simultaneously reply: "Another bowl!"
Xue Chuchu gracefully stands up, taking the rice bowl with both hands, her hair gently swaying with her movement, complementing the graceful figure akin to a virtuous and gentle little wife.
On the table, there are two dishes, scallions and ginger stir-fried razor clams, and a plate of very appetizing minced meat eggplant, along with crispy pan-fried flatbread in the bread basket.
The meal is already halfway through, Xue Yuantong finishes the third bowl of pumpkin soup.
