Su's mother yelled so hoarsely across the way that she failed to get a response, her excitement causing her to forget to keep her voice down, waking Su's father in the process, who gave her a skeptical look. In the end, it took all kinds of explanations from Su's mother to dispel his suspicions.
On this side, Su Zhiruan had already taken the time while cooking porridge and frying potstickers to wash up, Wen Qingyu hurriedly did the same, and then they sat down to eat face to face.
Soft and sweet millet pumpkin porridge, with a bottom layer of golden, crispy, and savory beef potstickers.
The taste was especially good, and they ate a lot.
"Shall we continue digging the hole together later?" Wen Qingyu glanced at the half-finished project outside.
Chewing on her potsticker, Su Zhiruan swallowed and replied, "Yes, let's keep pushing on today."
After the meal, Wen Qingyu took the initiative to wash the dishes, while Su Zhiruan went upstairs to find tools.
