"Is this a trip to the market to show off?" My cousin-in-law covered her mouth and chuckled softly. She had forgotten how many times she had looked in the mirror the day she got her hair permed.

When Hanhan's grandma came back, she had a large bundle of celery in her hand, and strangely enough, there was also a pound of minced pork in the bag.

"Madam brought the money, saying she wants to make dumplings and we'll eat them together tonight. You all wash your hands and come help," Grandma Hanhan announced from the yard.

Hearing that there would be meat to eat and it was a communal meal, people from all the rooms came out.

"It's filled with celery?"

"I remember my sister-in-law doesn't like celery, it's a pity my sauerkraut isn't ready yet," my cousin's wife said regretfully.

Qin Xiaoyu was about to say that she had never liked celery, but then she realized that she really didn't like it. It turned out that the host's taste hadn't changed.

"My family's pickled cabbage was fermented early, and it's ready to eat now. I'll go get it." The older sister-in-law was really diligent today, constantly trying to please Qin Xiaoyu.

Qin Xiaoyu washed her hands and came over to help. She saw that the kitchen was so crowded that the three women couldn't even turn around.

"Go back to your room, you don't need to come today," Grandma Hanhan said, which was truly a great favor.

On Sundays, we usually eat two meals: a late breakfast, a quick bite at noon if we're hungry, and dinner around 4 PM. Qin Xiaoyu got back to her room around 11 PM. She intended to sleep for a little while, but she had one dream after another and didn't know what time she slept.

When she opened her eyes, she found the room was pitch black. Laughter could be heard coming from the upper room. She sat up and looked out the window. The kitchen was steaming, and they were preparing to cook dumplings.