Shen Jiazhou knocked on the door carrying a large pile of fruit, and soon he heard footsteps approaching from inside.

He thought to himself, "Can Can has arrived with her loyal follower. Wen Shu Qiao must be cooking."

Shen Jiazhou's lips curled up slightly as his gaze fell on the "Fu" character pasted on the door. It was the same Spring Festival couplet that he and Wen Shuqiao had pasted together when he came a couple of days ago, and it was exactly the same as the couplet on his door.

The next second, the tightly closed door opened, and Can Can, with her face covered in graffiti, happily exclaimed, "Uncle, you're back!"

Shen Jiazhou strode inside, and Can Can obediently laid out his slippers.

"Uncle, let me help you carry it too! I'll help you carry the sweet sugarcane!" Cancan's eyes were already fixed on the bag of sugarcane her uncle was carrying.

Shen Jiazhou handed him the sugarcane and instructed him, "Wash your hands before you eat it."

Can Can agreed and immediately ran to the living room with the sugarcane. His loyal follower, as usual, rubbed against Shen Jiazhou's leg to give him a brief, enthusiastic greeting before leaving without a second thought.

...Wow, this scene looks so familiar.

Shen Jiazhou slipped in his slippers. Wen Shuqiao was still sitting at the table making dumplings. He put down the fruit, rolled up his sleeves, and asked, "Are there any dumpling wrappers left? I'll make some too."

"No need," Wen Shuqiao said. "There are only two left, so I don't have to wash my hands."

Shen Jiazhou glanced at the dining table. There were several plates stacked diagonally, with rows of small and cute dumplings on them. Of course, there were also a few very prominent oddly shaped "dumplings," which were obviously the work of someone else.

He agreed, rolled up his sleeves, and went straight into the kitchen: "Then I'll go wash the vegetables."

But when I went into the kitchen, the vegetables had already been washed and arranged neatly, and the pot was steaming, steaming something.

Shen Jiazhou carefully lifted the lid of the pot, revealing a steamed fish.

Wen Shuqiao, who was in the living room, called out, "Turn off the stove, the fish should be cooked by now."

Shen Jiazhou put the lid on and turned off the fire.

He then went outside and asked, "Is there really nothing I can do?"

Wen Shuqiao was just wrapping the last dumpling when she looked at it and said, "Help me clear the table, I'll cook the dishes."

Since there were only three of them, Wen Shuqiao didn't prepare many dishes, as it wouldn't be good to have too many leftovers.

Shen Jiazhou listened and started to eat. At this moment, Cancan also came over, carrying a large strawberry. As Shen Jiazhou tidied up, he asked, "Did you wash it?"

Can Can closed her wide-open mouth again, ran into the kitchen, stood on her little stool and washed the big strawberry clean before taking a bite.

The sweet juice burst in her mouth, so delicious that Can Can squinted her eyes.

Wen Shuqiao glanced at him, then asked, "Is it that delicious?"

Can Can nodded: "It's super delicious, Auntie! You should have some too!"

My aunt is busy cooking right now, so of course I have to concentrate!

Can Can, still munching on a strawberry, had just reached the kitchen door when Shen Jia Zhou came in carrying a plate of dumplings. Can Can stepped aside to let her uncle in, and didn't forget to ask him, "Uncle, how long is your vacation? When are we going to go out and play together?"

Shen Jiazhou had previously said that after he finished his work, he would take him and Wen Shuqiao out to see some different scenery.

Shen Jiazhou thought for a moment: "How about we go out to play on the second day of the Lunar New Year? Let's go to Aunt Mingxue's house first?"

Yu Mingxue was also very busy. She had set an engagement date with Gu Xingyuan, and after attending the housewarming ceremony on the 3rd, she flew abroad to handle work.

Gu Xingyuan originally wanted to go with her, but everyone had a lot of work before the New Year, so he could only watch helplessly as Yu Mingxue left him.

Shen Jiazhou has been too lazy to look back at Xingyuan's news lately. When he does, it's always something like missing someone, longing for someone, or his heart being with someone—all those mushy things.

I'm too lazy to listen.

Can Can exclaimed, "Great! Uncle, I want to go play at Aunt Mingxue's place!"

Shen Jiazhou said, "Okay, okay, move aside, I'm putting in the dumplings."

Can Can followed Shen Jia Zhou around the kitchen like a little tail. Every step Shen Jia Zhou took, he followed. He smacked his little mouth on strawberries and didn't miss a single word he was saying.

Shen Jiazhou stood next to Wen Shuqiao, eagerly waiting to be assigned tasks.

This house is not as big as Shen Jiazhou's two-story apartment, and the kitchen is much smaller. Wen Shuqiao is not short, and Shen Jiazhou is even taller. In addition, there is Can Can, the cake lying on the floor, and the milk that jumped onto the refrigerator at some point.

It instantly became very crowded.

Wen Shuqiao said helplessly, "You guys go out first, there's hardly any room to step in the kitchen."

Shen Jiazhou turned to look at Cancan: "Go out and eat your strawberries, Auntie and I need to cook."

Cancan said, "I helped too! I helped peel the potatoes and the garlic!"

The garlic my aunt bought this time was super hard to peel, but he peeled it all off perfectly. My aunt even praised him as the garlic-peeling prince!

He's a prince! Woohoo!

The system clicked its tongue: [I don't really understand. What's there to brag about?]

It's obvious that your aunt was just saying it casually! Only a silly little thing like you would believe it!

Can Can was too lazy to pay attention to the system, and he didn't like listening to what the system said either.

Wen Shuqiao said, "You don't need to do any of that now. All of you, get out and don't bother me."

It's just cooking a meal, it's very simple.

Having no other choice, Shen Jiazhou took Can Can's hand and walked out of the kitchen.

The roar of the range hood came from the kitchen. Shen Jiazhou glanced at it and thought to himself, "It seems I need to work on my cooking skills in the new year."

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