The New Year's performance on stage is still ongoing.
One program follows another, like a carousel.
Offstage, Xuanxuan and Qianqian are whispering to each other.
Qianqian wondered, "Xuanxuan, when do you think the program will end?"
"I don't know either!"
Xuanxuan blinked, as if something occurred to her, and asked with concern, "Qianqian, do you need to go to the bathroom?"
"No..."
Qianqian shook her head, a bit embarrassed as she revealed her thoughts: "I... I just want to eat what your Dad made~"
Xuanxuan, enlightened, replied without thinking: "I want to too..."
Qianqian asked curiously, "Xuanxuan, do you know what your Dad is making today?"
Xuanxuan smiled with crescent eyes: "Soup dumplings and wontons!"
Qianqian immediately exclaimed in surprise: "Your Dad's really making wontons and soup dumplings?"
"Yeah~"
Xuanxuan nodded like a little chicken pecking rice, speaking confidently: "My Dad told me himself!"
