Cheng Qianfan continued to stroll and buy groceries.

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Walking from Xinhetou Caichang to No. 36, Deserang Road.

Looking at the cleaned house, Cheng Qianfan smiled.

My sister stayed here a night a few days ago and helped clean it before leaving.

He bought knife fish, white shrimp, tofu, mung bean sprouts, celery, dried fragrant, edamame and pickles.

After washing his hands, Cheng Qianfan began to be busy on the stove.

He made five dishes:

Sauce stewed with knife fish.

White shrimp tofu.

Stir-fried mung bean sprouts.

Celery is fragrant and dried.

There is also a lemon of edamame.

The edamame is the favorite dish of his father Cheng Wenzao.

White shrimp tofu is something that my mother Su Zhifu likes to eat.

The stewed knife fish is my favorite food.

It was also the last dish he made.

The pot bubbling on the stove, and the air emits a fresh fragrance that makes people feel salivation.

After putting the last dish of stewed knife fish on the plate, Cheng Qianfan walked out of the kitchen with the plate.

Click.

The sound of the door opening.

Cheng Qianfan, wearing an apron, looked up and saw his sister carrying Xiao Kun's bag and sweaty beads on her forehead.

My sister looked at her and her eyes shone brightly.

My sister was heartbroken about what happened today, and she thought she was going to lose her younger brother.

"It's time to eat, sister." Cheng Qianfan put the stewed knife fish on the dining table, and smiled while unbuttoning.

Cheng Min took a look at the dishes on the table and then looked at her younger brother.

He glanced at his younger brother and then at the dishes on the table.

There is also the mung bean cake wrapped in oil paper on the table.

Tears could no longer be held back and slid down their delicate and beautiful cheeks.

"Hey, sister, help me." Cheng Qianfan said.

"Clumsy." Cheng Min wiped the corners of her eyes, and she gently put down her Kunbao, walked behind her brother, and helped him unbutton his apron.

Four pairs of bowls and chopsticks were placed on the table.

This is a reunion dinner.

The younger brother used a spoon to scoop tofu into his mother's bowl.

My sister put edamames into my father's bowl and poured wine into the wine cup.

Under the incandescent lamp, the shadows of the brother and brother sitting at the dining table eating were elongated, long, like a warm silk thread.
Chapter completed!