Transmigrating to the 60s: I Have a Capital Hukou

Jian Shu obtained a spatial dimension. Having read countless novels, she immediately hoarded supplies, preparing for transmigration or the apocalypse.

A few years later, Jian Shu had already ...

Chapter 446 Mutton Soup

In addition, I steamed a pot of rice and cooked some sweet potatoes as the staple food.

Meng Ying was setting the table. When she saw her coming, she looked behind her. Not seeing the two little ones, she couldn't help but ask, "Where are they? Haven't they come out yet?"

"I went to wash my hands. I'll be back soon. Where are Uncle Zhao and the others? Are they still in the kitchen?"

Meng Ying nodded. "Yes, I'm packing now. I'll be right there."

Jianshu didn't ask any more questions and helped Meng Ying serve the rice.

"There are too many dishes here. Even during Chinese New Year, the food is not this sumptuous. I'm sure we won't be able to finish them later."

There are only six people in the family, including two children and two women. Their appetites are so small that they can't eat much.

"If you can't finish it, save it for next meal. It's cold now, so you don't have to worry about it going bad." Meng Ying didn't care. It was just leftovers, wasn't it? It was not like she hadn't eaten it before.

But since the future son-in-law has officially come to my house, I have to treat him well. It's not like I don't have the means, so why be stingy?

Jianshu didn’t say anything more, it’s just a difference of opinion.

Moreover, for Chinese people who attach great importance to etiquette, if they really serve guests according to the portion size, and the prepared dishes are eaten up without leaving any left, they will have to worry about whether the guests are not full.

When the father and son came out after cleaning the kitchen, Zhao Yueling also came over with Zhao Tianrui.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, they took their seats according to their seats.

We are all family, so there is no need to be so particular.

“Dinner is ready!”

At the command, chopsticks flew all over the table and the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding was endless.

Those who drink soup drink soup, those who drink wine drink wine.

They clinked glasses and feasted on the food.

The cold wind outside the window cannot blow away the liveliness in this room.

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