Qiao Mei felt vexed when she heard the children crying. She returned to the house and started cooking dinner. The chopping sounds she made were much louder than usual, as if she was venting her frustration.
She stewed a big pot full of potato and kidney beans with a lot of pork inside. The moment she opened the lid, the fragrance wafted out.
After she finished cooking, the chopping board had also completed its life mission. There were already many cracks on it. If it was picked up, it would definitely break into pieces.
Qiao Mei silently brought the dishes out, set the table and filled the bowls with rice, waiting for Qiao Qiang to enter the house to eat.
There were two identical pots of food on the small table. One of the pots had a lot more meat.
"Are you eating separately from grandfather?" Qiao Qiang said with a smile.
