The fish Jiang Ning caught was huge. Aunt Gu had gone back to her hometown, and Xue Yuantong felt that she and Jiang Ning might not be able to finish it all.
But the mood was right. She had to eat fish for lunch today; there was no way she would leave it until tomorrow.
Better to share joy with others than enjoy it alone. Xue Yuantong sent Xue Chuchu several photos of the giant catfish on her phone. "Chuchu, my General Jiang Ning has rendered great service today."
"Come to my house for lunch."
As one of her few friends, Chuchu was someone Xue Yuantong was happy to share her joy with. When they were little, she had eaten plenty of food from Chuchu's home.
In the city center, an old house.
On the balcony, Xue Chuchu leaned against a wooden chair, her legs wrapped in a white blanket and a history textbook held in her hands.
The woolen blanket had been washed spotless, comparable to Chuchu's fair skin, save that it lacked that hint of rosy color beneath the white.
She had planned to study until eleven, then wash some rice for lunch and make Shredded Potatoes.
Although her mother, Hua Fengmei, had found a good job, Xue Chuchu knew how hard it was to earn money, so she still lived frugally.
Children from poor families always took on household chores early. She knew the basics of cooking.
Though the New Year had passed and February had arrived, the temperature was still several degrees below zero. Winter water was freezing, and washing vegetables numbed her hands. Cooking was inevitably a kind of torment.
Just then, her phone chimed. Xue Chuchu instinctively felt a little panicked.
She did not have many QQ friends—only Xue Yuantong, Jiang Ning, and a