When Qiao Duo'er brought the food back, Hu's Clan had also started cooking.
Outside, still helping were Da Ya and Er Ya, but Tan Zhengyuan was holed up at home. Qiao Duo'er's contempt for the man grew even stronger.
His wife and child were extremely busy, and he couldn't even be bothered to take a look.
Hmph, such a man should have been dragged out and hacked to death by random blades long ago!
Yet, this piece of trash actually managed to get married and even have children; the world really made no sense!
After lunch, Qiao Duo'er washed the pots and pans, then cut off a piece of fat to rub the pot with, eliminating not only the metallic taste but also preventing rust.
After rubbing it with lard and rinsing it with water, it was clean.
Having wiped out the pot, she broke out into a sweat again. Thinking of the human flesh fan at home, she hurried into the room.
Zheng Hong dutifully made way for Qiao Duo'er and conscientiously picked up the palm leaf fan.
