The moon wanes and the year draws to an end, out with the old and in with the new, this is called New Year's Eve.
After a short rest, Zhou Suzhi began to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner, Jiang He, quick to act, joined her in the kitchen hoping to learn a trick or two in cooking.
That was way more advanced than sneaking lessons in martial arts; practicing martial arts was for filling the stomach, learning to cook was for enjoying what comes after being full.
"That's really nice."
Xu Qing sighed.
He had sliced a few passion fruits and then stopped, saving them for Xu Wenbin and his wife to make infused water or juice.
They were simply too sour to eat raw.
"Day by day, you never think to lend a hand!"
Comfortably reclining on the sofa watching television, Xu Wenbin scolded Xu Qing, who was engaged in the same inactivity.
"I haven't gone there yet."
