February 8th, the first day of the holiday.
In the early morning, the ground outside was covered with frost.
Inside, Xue Yuantong was wrapped in a quilt, sleeping comfortably, and didn't wake up until eleven o'clock.
At eleven thirty, she energetically ran to Chuchu's house. Chuchu was cooking in the kitchen, Jiang Ning sat on a stool, eating peanuts, as the clay pot emitted an enticing aroma.
Xue Chuchu wore an apron around her waist, her facial lines softened, and she spoke softly: "Almost done."
Xue Yuantong immediately took the bowls out of the cupboard and placed them on the dining table, glancing at Jiang Ning with a slight disdain in her eyes, and snorted: "What's the use of coming early if you don't work?"
"Sigh, the burden of the household falls on me and Chuchu~"
Jiang Ning sat casually, calm and composed: "Ha ha, I won the ribs from Uncle Zhang."
