Su Wenzhe said, "Sister, can we have glutinous rice balls with peanut filling?"
He knew what he wanted because he had tasted many of Su Binglan's foods. Since she asked him what filling he wanted, she could make the glutinous rice balls in various ways.
Liu Yinyin looked at her sister-in-law with a bright smile. She knew Su Binglan could make the best glutinous rice balls.
Su Binglan had grown accustomed to her big brother and sister-in-law's gazes. She smiled and said, "Yes, I can even make black sesame, hawthorn, sweet potato, and red bean fillings."
Fortunately, she had picked plenty of hawthorns at the border and had put some in her pocket dimension. Otherwise, she could not make hawthorn fillings for the glutinous rice balls.
Liu Yinyin said cleverly, "I know they'll taste good, no matter what filling it is."
"You know, you can just speak the truth," Su Wenzhe said, "Just tell Sister that you want to try every filling."
