"I don't know how," Lu Xi said softly.

Seeing his shy demeanor, Huang Rong suddenly became interested. He already knew how to cook, and he had spent more than a month learning at Zuixianlou. Why did he still say he couldn't? Did he need to be so modest?

In her eyes, Lu Xi's modesty was clearly a sign that he didn't want to teach her. Thinking of this, her face turned dark instantly, and she was so angry that she didn't want to say another word to him.

Lu Xi finished cooking the porridge and was thinking of stir-frying a vegetable dish so that they could eat when An Rong came back. There were still some steamed buns left over from yesterday, enough for them to eat.

He went to get a potato, but just as he was about to touch it, Huang Rong took it away. He had to go get another one, but Huang Rong took that one away as well.

It was obvious that she was angry.

"Sister Rongrong, stop fooling around." It's getting late, and we still need to bring food to Sister Doudou later.

Huang Rong pouted, glaring at Lu Xi with resentment, her heart filled with grievance.

Lu Xi looked into her large, watery eyes, which were so captivating and endearing.

"I really can't cook. If you want to learn, you can ask Brother Anrong for help," Lu Xi said seriously.

Lu Xi also hoped to be able to do everything, so that he could stand on his own and teach others as he pleased. He wanted to teach Huang Rong.

An Rong-ge? Just thinking about it made Huang Rong's heart tremble with nervousness and unease. For some reason, she was somewhat afraid of An Rong-ge.

"I dare not." Huang Rong's face flushed red.

Lu Xi thought she was just being timid, so she quickly comforted her: "Brother Anrong is very easy to talk to. If you talk to him, he will definitely be happy to teach you."

Huang Rong knew this, of course, but what if she couldn't learn from Brother An Rong? He would definitely be angry and blame himself for not doing this or that well. Then, her status in Brother An Rong's heart would plummet.

She was caught in a dilemma.

"Brother Anrong, you're back." Lu Xi greeted him as she saw him carrying a cloth bag as he came in from outside.

Huang Rong, who was squatting on the ground, stood up abruptly when she heard An Rong return.

An Rong nodded, washed his hands, and began to salvage the mountain-like surface.

He borrowed a piece of fermented soybean curd from Sister Juan's house. After receiving the piece, he asked her if she had any more. Sister Juan looked at him in surprise, meaning that this piece of fermented soybean curd could make five or six pounds of flour. You still want fermented soybean curd? Do you want to make ten or more pounds of flour?

Despite her surprise, Sister Juan still helped him borrow two yuan from her old friends. When she gave it to him, she asked, "Is this enough?"

Including the ones in the basin at home, there are four pieces of fermented soybean paste in total, which should be about enough based on the amount of flour in the basin.

Lu Xi stood to the side, peeling a potato in her hand, pausing occasionally, watching An Rong add fermented soybean paste to the noodles.

It turns out that Brother Anrong not only went out to buy flour but also borrowed a special kind of fermented dough. How could he have forgotten that the amount of fermented dough used when kneading dough depends on the amount of flour used?

"Brother Anrong, there's so much dough, it's hard to mix. Do you want me to set aside some so I can help you mix it?" Lu Xi saw Brother Anrong struggling to mix a large bowl of dough.

Huang Rong stood ramrod straight. She wanted to help, but dared not speak to Brother An Rong again.

An Rong turned to look at Lu Xi, "Peel the potatoes and cut them into strips, I'll stir-fry them later."

Meaning that he didn't need her help, Lu Xi consciously stepped aside.

An Rong was surrounded by a golden bell shield, not wanting anyone to get close, especially Huang Rong.

Lu Xi pulled Huang Rong aside, telling her not to move any closer, otherwise Brother An Rong would get even angrier.

After Lu Xi finished slicing the potatoes and preparing the side dishes, including the chili peppers, An Rong covered the dough bowl with a large cloth and put it into a pot of water.

"Light the fire and heat the water until it's lukewarm." The weather is too cold; without lukewarm water, it will be difficult for so much dough to ferment.

Lu Xi did as An Rong said, while Huang Rong stood by, at a loss.

"Huang Rong, go and call Anji to get up and eat." An Rong didn't want to see her so embarrassed, so she simply gave her something to do.

Huang Rong breathed a sigh of relief. If Brother An Rong was willing to talk to her, then he must have forgiven her.

"Okay, I'll go now." Huang Rong happily ran off.

Huang Rong didn't knock, but pushed the door open and entered. She saw Dou Dou breastfeeding, and her eyes widened like saucers.

"Tangtang woke up so early too." She was the one who named Tangtang, and she felt a deep affection for Tangtang, as if she were her own younger sister.

Yuan Doudou laughed and said, "I was woken up by hunger."

She ate two or three times during the night, and by dawn she was so hungry that her little mouth was smearing everywhere.

People often say that you can only truly understand the kindness of your parents when you become a parent yourself.

Yuan Doudou experienced the agony of labor pains during her first real childbirth, the excruciating pain of the baby being pushed out during delivery, and the tireless work of caring for the baby day and night, including feeding, changing diapers, and washing diapers.

Of course, besides breastfeeding, she didn't do anything else. She would only change diapers occasionally. An Rong would tell her that she shouldn't do it and that she was overworking herself. But if she waited for An Rong, he would be busy at the front from time to time and couldn't take care of her at all. The baby's skin was very delicate, and with a dirty diaper constantly wrapped around his bottom, his skin was prone to developing rashes.

"Tangtang, eat quickly, your mother will be eating soon." Huang Rong watched her little mouth smacking as she ate with her eyes closed, completely absorbed in the food.

Angie was awakened by their voices, and the first thing she did after getting up was to look at Tangtang.

"My little sister is nursing."

"Yes, do you want to eat?" Huang Rong teased.

Anji blinked his big eyes, finding Rongrong's suggestion unbelievable. Really? Could he drink his mother's milk?

But Father said that was my sister's food. She didn't even have enough to eat, so how could he be allowed to eat it?

"Sister Rongrong, I can't eat this. I want to save it for my younger sister."

Huang Rong and Yuan Doudou both laughed. Anji looked so cute, so serious and innocent.

"Your sister Rongrong was just teasing you. You're all grown up now, you don't need to be breastfed anymore." Yuan Doudou looked at Anji with affection. With a son and a daughter, she had both a son and a daughter, and her life was complete.

She felt a satisfaction she had never experienced before; this joy even surpassed that of receiving her university acceptance letter.

Angie blushed; he actually wanted to eat it, trying to recall the taste of breast milk he had once enjoyed.

"Alright, I'm not kidding anymore. Breakfast is ready, let's go out for breakfast." Huang Rong smiled and pulled him out of bed, helping him put on his cotton coat and watching him put on his cotton shoes.

Anji didn't forget to turn back and say goodbye to Tangtang, "Tangtang, brother is going to eat. I'll come play with you in a little while. Be good, okay?"

"Oh, that's great. He's a caring older brother. Our Tangtang is so lucky from now on." Huang Rong patted Anji's head.

Anji dodged away. You can't just touch a boy's head, except for his mother.

Pushing open the door, it was so cold outside. Angie hunched her shoulders and rushed out, disappearing in a flash into the front hall.