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Han Jiaojiao made a pot of mixed stew, not delicate, but tasty and hearty.
Yan Xiao fished out a glass noodle from the pot, slurped it up, and then couldn't help but pick up a piece of stewed rib that was falling-apart tender and gnawed on it vigorously, praising repeatedly, "Delicious! I could eat two bowls of rice with this dish!"
Han Jiaojiao straightened up proudly, "Tasty, right? Sister Yu taught me."
Tian Xinyue also picked some dishes, and after tasting them, her eyes turned into stars, full of admiration as she looked at Han Jiaojiao and said, "Jiaojiao, you're amazing! Teach me sometime; I can only make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, or tomatoes with scrambled eggs."
With continuous compliments from the two, Han Jiaojiao's smile grew more and more uninhibited. Happily, she picked up a clean bowl and began to select the dishes her brother liked, feeling joyful at the thought of her brother eating the food she cooked.
