Cheng Rui, on the other hand, seemed unaffected. The young man was energetic and didn't appear to be afraid of the weather. He walked through the snow pits with ease, and even gave Jian Dan some serious instructions.

"Sister, follow behind me and walk in my footprints, so you won't get your feet covered in snow."

It's natural to not refuse your own child's kind wishes, and following along, sometimes stumbling and sometimes struggling, you start to let your imagination run wild.

"Xiao Rui, are we making sauerkraut tomorrow?"

"Sis, do you crave pickled cabbage just because you see it?"

Jian Dan is currently quite free, so she's been thinking about food all the time. Just now, she saw the old lady scooping up some pickled cabbage, and the tangy flavor made her mouth water. She's still thinking about it now.

"Ah, I ate too much meat at lunch, I'm craving something sour and refreshing,"

Listen to this. When other families have to be careful with their coarse grains and feel bad about using even a drop of oil, it's not much better than a famine.

The simple explanation was that they were tired of eating meat. If others heard this, it would be beyond ordinary jealousy. Envy would be a minor issue; it could even lead to death.

Cheng Rui chuckled, seeing that there were no one else around, he felt quite comfortable talking to himself.

"Sis, we haven't finished the mutton from lunch yet. How do you want to eat the sauerkraut? In the stew? Mutton and sauerkraut hot pot?"

Stir-fried glass noodles with pickled cabbage? Pickled cabbage soup?

Still want to eat sauerkraut dumplings?

Jian Dan hadn't thought about what to eat, but after hearing what she said, she smacked her lips and seemed to want to eat everything.

"How about we go back and make dumplings?"

To be honest, she hasn't made dumplings since the two kids arrived. Jian Dan isn't good at it either. She tried making them herself when they first came, but she couldn't get the dough right after several attempts. It was either too soft or too hard. After a few tries, she gave up.

Later, when she was alone and wanted to eat dumplings, she would take them from the base's storage space.

She's not completely incapable of making stuffed dishes; she's quite good at making steamed buns, and they taste pretty good.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Rui also swallowed hard; he was craving it too. Now that he was practically the cook at home, there was no need for hesitation.

"Okay, sis, let's hurry up and make dumplings when we get back."

"Sis, should I use pork or sesame oil?"

When food was mentioned, Cheng Rui's interest was piqued, and his steps became much lighter.

"Sister, how long do you think Uncle will let us stay here? How come you made so many clothes for us?"