"Mr. Han, I don't know what you're talking about." Chen Niaoshu ignored him, her tone cold.

She rarely smiles now, and her colleagues don't dare to get close to her.

Li Yazhen recognized this quality in her, which is why she promoted her despite not meeting the usual requirements.

Han Renji snorted coldly, didn't say anything, and walked past her workstation into the office inside.

He wasn't an indecisive person, but now that Li Yazhen had become suspicious of him, he wouldn't side with her anymore.

Choosing a good boss is essential to fully utilizing your talents.

Han Renji was able to rise from the bottom to the top of S Group; he wasn't someone without means or awareness.

Otherwise, the Li siblings wouldn't have been in such a hurry to win him over.

Now it's much better; we can remain neutral and watch them fight it out.

As long as he stops taking sides, no one can do anything to him.

In the past, the chairman might have thought highly of him and asked him to keep an eye on the group's movements.

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When Lin Ziyan saw the fax, she knew that it was probably sent by someone impersonating Han Renji.

The news of T Group's cooperation with Hairun has not yet spread, and S Group's urgency may be due to some of its plans clashing with those of T Group.

After finishing their work, Lin Ziyan and Fatty went downstairs together to make glutinous rice cakes with some elderly people.

Today is a small festival in Fushi. In addition to worshipping at the ancestral hall, we also make glutinous rice cakes.

Aunt Chen let the shrimp paste factory workers leave work early to go home for the holiday.

She brought glutinous rice flour to the Lin family's house after returning from the factory.

Making glutinous rice cakes is more lively and creates a better atmosphere when everyone gets together.

The little boy grabbed her clothes and came over, but when he saw the chubby girl, he immediately let go and ran over to hug her leg.

Several elderly people watched, their faces crinkling with laughter, completely unconcerned.

The water in the kitchen was boiling, and several large basins were placed on the stove.

The elementary school let out early today, and the younger girls are sitting on their little stools, watching longingly.

Lin Ziyan glanced at the two of them and said, "You two come here, let's make glutinous rice balls together."

It's only meaningful when everyone gets together to cook and participates.

Pour boiling water into the glutinous rice flour and stir constantly with chopsticks until it slowly forms a dough.

If it's too sticky, add glutinous rice flour; if it's too dry, add hot water.

This wasn't Lin Ziyan's first time making it; the amount of water was just right.

Grandma watched from the side, nodding repeatedly.

That's how it is when you're cooking. The more you cook, the more your eyes and hands become your scales, allowing you to measure the amount of water or seasonings to use.

"Ah Yan, my mother always makes too much of this glutinous rice cake. She often needs 3 jin of glutinous rice flour, but it ends up making 5 jin," the chubby girl complained from the side, earning a glare from Aunt Chen.

Others can become skilled at cooking through practice, but she seems to lack that skill; no matter how she tries, she never gets good at it.

If you're talking about making the best glutinous rice balls, Aunt Huang is the best.

Thinking of this, Aunt Chen sighed inwardly and quickly concealed her emotions.

"I just happened to add enough water, otherwise I would have made five pounds out of three pounds." Lin Ziyan taught her younger sisters how to knead the dough.

She couldn't exert any force with her injured hand, so the two of them had to help hold the basin down.

This time, I'm making both sweet and savory glutinous rice cakes.

The elderly people had already prepared the fillings and placed them on the table.

Peanuts and black sesame seeds are used to make glutinous rice balls, while the filling of bean curd skin, fish, and chives is used to make half-moon-shaped glutinous rice cakes.

Older people prefer sweet flavors.

Once the dough in the two large bowls was ready, everyone gathered around to knead glutinous rice balls.

Several children sat on the soft cushions and played, their giggles filling the air.

The sweet and meaty aroma mingled in the air, making one's mouth water.

While Aunt Chen wasn't looking, the chubby girl took a bite of food to satisfy her craving.

"This child, there won't be enough filling to wrap the dumplings later," Aunt Chen scolded her.

I wanted to pat her, but my hand was too busy, so I could only stare at her.

Lin Ziyan was teaching her younger sisters how to wrap glutinous rice cakes, and when she was serving them food, she also gave them a couple of bites to eat first.

She made the glutinous rice dumplings according to the filling recipe, so there wouldn't be not enough to fill them.

The child felt very uncomfortable staring at a large plate of food that he couldn't eat.

"Mom, don't worry, Ayan's dumplings will definitely be perfect. You think..." Before the chubby girl could finish speaking, she was glared at and shut up in time.

Grandma Lan and Grandma Lin exchanged a glance and simply smiled.

In the past, which of them hadn't sneaked a bite of the food when it was served?

What other thoughts could a child possibly have? It's just that they're greedy for food.

After finishing wrapping the glutinous rice cakes, I divided them into several portions and put some in the freezer so I can steam them whenever I want to eat them later.

The others were boiled, fried, steamed, or pan-fried on the same day, prepared in various ways.

Even into the evening, the house still smelled of glutinous rice flour.

Lu Yun Shen walked into the main room and stopped when he saw the glutinous rice cakes on the table.

Lin Ziyan said, "If you don't come back soon, I'm going to put them in the refrigerator."

Today, Yan Shen officially handed over the reins. There were various documents to review, so Lu Yun Shen rushed home after reviewing them, without even having time for dinner.

He noticed the candles on the altar and raised an eyebrow.

"What holiday is it today that you're doing all this?"

After washing his hands, Lu Yun Shen picked up a glutinous rice ball and ate it, nodding repeatedly. He thought it was sweet, but it turned out to be salty.

He used to almost never eat these glutinous rice dumplings, because they were sticky and sweet.

He only started eating savory rice dumplings when he came to Fuzhou.

"It's a small festival in Fushi, a kind of harvest festival." Lin Ziyan heated up the dishes before sitting down.

Fukushi has many festivals like this; the number of festivals, big and small, is almost the same as the twenty-four solar terms.

It's really just a different excuse to have a nice meal.

In the past, during times of famine, a good harvest like this meant that being able to eat white rice was considered a festival.

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