Chen Jiao: ...
Okay!
Anyway, she was used to it. Every time she came, the old lady would hurriedly chase her away.
The old lady watched Chen Jiao's back as she walked away before she turned back to the yard.
Old Xu couldn't help but mutter, "Old woman, what are you doing? You got up early in the morning to make cakes in the hope that someone would come. Now that someone has come, you keep driving him out. You even refuse to let him cook dumplings for you. What are you waiting for him to come for?"
The old lady glanced at Mr. Xu and said, "You know shit!"
Mr. Xu said confidently, "What don't I understand? I work at the clinic every day, and I know more than you do. I see, the policy is getting more and more relaxed now, maybe one day they will really let it go."
The old lady glared at Mr. Xu, looking like she didn't want to talk to him anymore, and stuffed the dumplings that Chen Jiao had brought into his arms, "Go cook dumplings! Even with so much food, you can't stop eating!"
When Chen Jiao and Lu Zhengxu got home, Wu Guilan came to greet them. She looked a little embarrassed and said, "Jiaojiao, Mom saw that you had one portion of the food left. Are you going to save it for tomorrow?"
In Dajiang Village, there is a custom of not working on the first day of the Lunar New Year. Generally, the meals for the first day of the Lunar New Year are prepared on New Year’s Eve and eaten just by heating them up on the first day of the Lunar New Year.
Chen Jiao responded vaguely, "Yeah."
Wu Guilan pinched the corner of her clothes a little embarrassedly and said, "Jiaojiao, Mom sees that the dishes you prepared for us to eat today are quite a lot, and the leftovers should be enough for tomorrow. How about giving the remaining portion to your Uncle Niu?"
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