Qiao Dami was sitting on a small stool, stoking the fire. Seeing Qiao Xiaomai leaning against the courtyard door and taking deep breaths, he asked out of curiosity, "Sister, what are you doing?"
"Nothing." Qiao Xiaomai rubbed her face with her hand and walked towards him, "Hasn't father returned yet?"
"No."
"It smells so good!" Qiao Xiaomai took a deep breath, the aroma of the pig's trotters was already wafting out.
Although she had just eaten tofu pudding and drank soy milk, she was still hungry.
"We'll start eating when father returns! I'll go and light up the tofu."
"Good, good." Qiao Dami nodded vigorously. He wasn't hungry, but the fragrance of the pig's trotters had enticed all the gluttonous worms in his stomach!
Qiao Xiaomai rubbed his little head and stepped into the kitchen.
Meanwhile, with Tong Sanlang.
He carried the large tofu weighing seven or eight jins back home. Zhu Hongyun had already prepared the previously brought tofu into a cold dish.
