Yangyang shook his head.
"Sister Zhimeng, there's no work I can do over there, so I'll follow you!"
"Alright, then you'll come with me!"
Zhuang Zhimeng scooped water into a pot, lit the fire to bring it to a boil, then added mung beans, and finally a few pieces of rock sugar.
Zhuang Zhimeng also handed Yangyang a small piece of rock sugar.
"Yangyang, here's a piece of candy for you!"
"Thank you, Sister Zhimeng!"
After simmering for twenty minutes, the mung bean soup was ready.
Zhuang Zhimeng went over and told Qingbai.
"Brother Qingbai, the mung bean soup is ready. Tell everyone who wants some to go and get a bowl. Didn't everyone bring their own bowls?"
An Qingbai responded.
"Okay, I understand!"
"Do you need me to stay and help?"
"No need, Zhizhi, you and Yangyang go back now. Dinner is at 6:30. Just bring the ingredients when you see the time!"
"Okay, sure!"
At 4:30, Zhuang Zhimeng and Jiang Yanxia chopped the cabbage, soaked the vermicelli, and Zhuang Zhimeng had already chopped the meat. They also chopped the scallions, ginger, and garlic, and took the necessary seasonings. Only after everything was prepared did they slowly walk over.
Zhuang Zhimeng put all the cornbread into the basket and asked Yangyang to help carry it.
Zhuang Zhimeng and Jiang Yanxia were both carrying a lot of things.
An Qingbai and Su Mengmeng were already waiting here, so hurry up and meet them.
Yangyang was overjoyed to see his third uncle.
"Third Uncle, hurry! This basket is crushing me! You'll never see your adorable little nephew again!"
An Qingbai smiled and quickly walked up to Yangyang.
"Heh, give it to me, Yangyang has really worked hard!"
Yangyang handed the basket to his third uncle and wiped the sweat dripping from his face.
"Hehe, Third Uncle, then I'll have to eat a lot tonight!"
"Okay, you can eat as much as you want, is that alright?"
"Okay, that works!"
Zhuang Zhimeng placed the items on the stone next to her.
"Brother Qingbai, everything's here. The rest is up to you and Brother Meng!"
"Okay, leave it to us!"
Zhuang Zhimeng looked at the mung bean soup, and after drinking it, she washed the pot and boiled a pot of water to prepare it.
Seeing that she could finally be of some help, Jiang Yanxia moved closer to Zhuang Zhimeng.
"Zhimeng, shall I help you start the fire?"
"Okay, you'd better watch out for your foot!"
"good!"
Those who helped felt valued.
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