After saying that, he looked at Grandpa Jiang, Grandma Jiang and others, greeted the elders in turn, and then simply said hello to his peers.
There was no sadness left in Jiang Baobao's heart. She looked at Rong Qing and Jiang Zimo sitting together with her eyes shining. Her heart was bubbling with excitement. She felt that this year was really worth it. She finally saw the two most handsome people she had ever seen sitting together.
They are such a perfect match! Only they can be each other's partners. She even fantasizes about their baby, how cute it will be. How happy she, as an aunt, will be!
If there weren't so many people sitting there, she would definitely stand up and scream with joy and excitement. Without blinking, she said to Jiang Zimo a little shyly:
"Ah, big brother, you and big sister-in-law are such a good match. You are so blessed and lucky to marry such a stunning beauty like big sister-in-law. You must pamper her well, otherwise, otherwise I will snatch her away from you."
Hua Jun picked up a doughnut and handed it to her, pushing the bean juice in front of her. "What nonsense are you talking about? You really dare to say anything every day. Come on and eat it. It's a specialty of Kyoto. You won't be able to eat such authentic food in Hai City."
Jiang Baobao stretched out his hand and fanned his nose, then pushed the bowl of soy milk away with a look of disgust. "No, I don't want to drink this. It tastes too weird. Sweet soy milk is better."
Uncle Jiang Weimin, who was sitting on the other side of her, was very familiar with the process. He first took a bite of the fried dough stick, then took a sip of soy milk, and finally had a bite of salty shredded mustard greens. The whole process was so smooth!
"This is Kyoto's unique snack. We old Kyoto people love it. I miss the taste of this when I was a kid the most. I have a bowl every day since I came back."
Jiang Baobao immediately pushed his own to him:
"Haha, Dad, if you like to drink, drink more. I'll share mine with you, my sweet little cotton-padded jacket."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his mother frowning at the bowl of soy milk in front of him. A sly look flashed across her eyes, and she also picked it up and placed it in front of his father.
"That's perfect. I'll give you mom's too."
Hua Jun is a native of Haicheng. She really can't get used to drinking this soy milk. It can only be said that the local environment and climate shape the local people.
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