"Grandpa, if you're tired, go inside and rest. Don't push yourself," Lin Qiao said as she scooped up some water, washed the scallions off her hands, then finely chopped them and mixed them into the meat filling.
Song Qin glanced at the meat filling, "Qiao'er, isn't that too much?"
"If there's more, we can make meat pies. They won't spoil easily when dry, and can be used for breakfast," Lin Qiao replied with a smile.
Fresh meat in the water jar lasts only a day.
"Qiao'er, don't buy so much meat next time." Song Qin knew it was because of them, and felt a bit guilty.
Buying chickens and medicine must have cost quite a bit of silver coin.
Seeing Song Tingfan finish kneading, Lin Qiao took out the cutting board and started to roll out the dough, "Granny, I'm really craving them."
"Granny, help us wrap some dumplings."
"Alright." Song Qin, knowing she was fibbing, didn't say more.
