In the end, Little Huzi got to eat his duck-shaped cookies.
Meng Yunhan also made some roasted meat.
It tasted just like real roasted meat.
Yun Hao managed to arrive just in time.
Even before entering the house, he could smell the delicious aroma from outside.
His wife must have made something tasty for his return.
Upon hearing the knock at the door, Old Man Zhao knew Ahao was back.
"Ahao's back, and it's your lucky time. Hanhan just made some roast meat," he said.
Now, as the weather is cold, one can't buy meat without a meat ticket, so Old Man Zhao brings back a couple of pounds of meat every day to nourish his daughter and grandson.
"That's indeed lucky." Yun Hao closed the door, left his bicycle, and followed his father-in-law into the house.
"Dad...."
Upon seeing Yun Hao, Meng Yunhan was pleasantly surprised and made a little joke: "Ahao, did you return just because you smelled something delicious?"
"Does the supply and marketing cooperative sell ovens now?
