Mo Yaner felt a blush creep over her aged face as she recalled her actions from a few days ago, feeling some embarrassment that was hard to shake off. Fortunately, her mother and two younger sisters didn't hold it against her and treated her as well as they always had.
The two sisters worked seamlessly together, one tending the fire and the other cooking, their cooperation a silent pact of understanding.
With her sisters on good terms, Madam Xie felt comforted. Seeing that there was nothing urgent at home, she took the farming tools to the fields. The garlic sprouts that Xuexue had planted were now sprouting pleasingly well, but the weeds in the field were also growing thick and needed to be pulled out promptly, lest they steal the nutrients from the garlic sprouts.
As Mo Yaner watched Xuexue's first pot of loaches emanate a fragrant aroma, her eyes glued to it, she exclaimed, "Xuexue, who taught you this method of cooking loaches, it looks very fragrant."
