Shi Qingluo guided Xiao Baili to prepare dinner.
She wasn't good at cooking, but she had the recipes and had tasted many of them.
Braised pork, home-style tofu, stewed pork ribs with radish, and scrambled eggs.
This was also the most sumptuous meal the Xiao family had ever had since their separation from their extended family.
It was also the best meal that Mother Xiao, Xiao Baili and Xiao Erlang had ever had.
Mother Xiao looked at Shi Qingluo with a smile in her eyes as she ate.
Ever since her daughter-in-law married into the Xiao family, her son smiled more frequently and their family was becoming more prosperous.
How wonderful!
After eating, they took a short walk until the sky darkened.
Then, everyone went to bed.
Because the villagers were going to make tofu the next day, even Xiao Hanzheng did not stay up late to write his novel.
At two o'clock before dawn the next day, there was a knock on the door.
