Su Xiaomeng didn't roast a turkey leg like the British to celebrate this Christmas.
Instead, she made a table full of hearty homemade dishes. Claire and Lily had become quite proficient at making Chinese food, but Xiao Meng hadn't cooked for the three of them in a long time.
For this rare holiday, Xiao Meng spent the whole night cooking up this feast.
Shuangshuang and Huang Huang were eating with their mouths full of oil.
Su Xiaomeng took a bottle of Château Lafite from the wine cabinet and opened it for Yin Shixiu.
"I'll have a small glass with you."
Yin Shixiu chuckled, "You can only have a small glass."
Su Xiaomeng sat next to him, with the two children beside her, so she could take care of them easily.
"L'amorEternel... This wine actually has such a nice meaning, you never told me."
Su Xiaomeng said casually after pouring the wine.
Yin Shixiu raised an eyebrow, "You can understand French now?"
