Early morning, the seventh day of the Lunar New Year.
The weather was still bitterly cold, below freezing.
The clamor of last night had gradually faded after a night's passage. To Jiang Ning, and even Tongtong and Chuchu, it had merely been a small ripple in their lives.
With an apron tied around her waist, Xue Chuchu was busy in the kitchen. Breakfast today was potato dough drop soup. First, she cut the potatoes into strips and coated them with egg and flour. Then she stir-fried tomatoes in the pot. Once they released their juices, she added water and finally tossed in the potatoes to stew.
A steaming bowl of potato dough drop soup in winter was absolutely sweet, sour, and appetite-whetting, warming the whole body after a meal.
Jiang Ning sat before the stove, tending the fire while roasting Peanuts.
Yesterday, he had happened to recall the potato dough drop soup his mother made when he was young. He had not eaten it in many years, so he casually mentioned it. This morning, when he stepped into Chuchu's home, he found her already peeling potatoes.
Jiang Ning looked at Xue Chuchu's face, which carried a touch of cool aloofness, and thought, She's really so gentle and thoughtful...
With that thought, Jiang Ning swept his Spiritual Sense through Tongtong's little room. She was curled up under the blankets, sleeping soundly. What a peaceful, tranquil sight.
"I'll handle the cooking," Jiang Ning said. "You go wake Tongtong for breakfast."
Xue Chuchu's hands paused. Then she tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, a trace of surprise appearing on her face. "You?"
It was not that she did not believe him. Over the past year, Jiang Ning had always been the one sitting in front of the stove, helping