Li Qiao returned home alone, and as she was close to her house, she ran into Qin Jin, who had been searching for her. He said, "If I had known your afternoon would turn into evening, I would have waited until it got dark to start cooking."
Li Qiao: "You and Grandma could have eaten first."
Old Mrs. Qin, seeing Li Qiao and Qin Jin through the kitchen window, took out the food that was being kept warm in the pot: "Qiaoqiao, come quickly, there's chicken drumstick."
"Right away!" Li Qiao washed her hands and sat down to start eating.
The chicken serving dish was surrounded by a ring of potstickers, which were coated with the chicken's sauce at the bottom, roasted to a golden brown with a hint of black, and the aroma was strong and savory, with just the right amount of saltiness. As soon as she put one in her mouth, she almost couldn't wait to swallow: "Your cooking skills have improved so fast."
