In Chu Village.
The entire village was filled with a mouth-watering fragrance, causing everyone to swallow their saliva.
"What smells so good?"
"I've never smelled this before."
The fragrance caused the villagers to discuss curiously.
This mouth-watering smell came from the two big pots in the corner of Chu Qingzhi's courtyard and the big pot in the kitchen. White mist floated out of the pots and gradually spread around.
After the aunties wrapped the dumplings, they followed Chu Qingzhi's instructions and placed them in the pots to boil.
At first, it was nothing special, but as it was cooked, the fragrance wafted out.
Now that it was almost cooked, it was even more fragrant.
Li Qingyu looked around. Chu Qingyue, Chu Qingshuang, Chu Xuyuan, and Chu Xuyao were all at home, but Chu Qingzhi had not returned. She could not help but feel worried.
