April 3, 2015, cloudy.
The River Dam Bungalow was filled with fragrance at six thirty in the morning, and Xue Chuchu stood in front of the gas stove, wearing a floral apron.
As the hot oil sizzled and popped, she skillfully dodged the splattering oil, using the chance to glance at Jiang Ning, who was sitting at the dining table, sipping tea.
Jiang Ning: "Is it almost ready?"
"It's the last dish."
This morning there was one more dish than usual, perhaps because she wanted something from Jiang Ning.
"You can call Tongtong for breakfast now." Xue Chuchu lightly flipped the eggs in the pan with a spatula.
"Okay." Jiang Ning stepped out of the kitchen, walked outside the courtyard, the fields stretched endlessly. Next door, Mr. Qian was chatting leisurely with Uncle Tang, and he even snagged some of Uncle Tang's pickles.
