Cheng Su expended the strength of "nine bulls and two tigers" just to drag those peeled pineapples back to the restaurant. Together with Qiulan, she took care of them one by one, removing the "pineapple eyes" until all the pineapples were processed and hanging in the well to stay cool and fresh. Her back was almost too stiff to straighten up.
By the time she got home, Qi Taiguo was already home, doing push-ups on the living room floor.
"You're back? I'll cook right now," Cheng Su said as she put down her canvas bag, took out the rice cooker insert, and started washing rice to cook.
Qi Taiguo watched her walk out of the room, hammering her waist with her hand, and couldn't help but pause.
It's quite exhausting, isn't it?
Though tired, Cheng Su moved swiftly and soon had two dishes and a soup ready on the table.
"How's it going with making that jam," Qi Taiguo asked casually.
