The seventh day of the New Year, early morning.
The weather remains cold, below zero.
The noise of last night gradually faded as the night passed, and for Jiang Ning, as well as Tongtong and Chuchu, it was just a minor ripple in life.
Xue Chuchu tied an apron around her waist and was busy in the kitchen; today's breakfast was potato dumpling soup. First, she cut the potatoes into strips, coated them with eggs and flour, then stir-fried tomatoes in the pot. After cooking the juice out, she added water and finally poured in the potatoes to stew.
If it's winter, having a bowl of piping-hot potato dumpling soup is definitely sour, sweet, and appetizing, warming you all over after eating.
Jiang Ning sat in front of the stove to light the fire, roasting peanuts at the same time.
