"Xiao Shu, stay for dinner tonight. Qianyun will be back later as well, the house hasn't been this lively in a long time."
"Exactly, Shushu, you must stay tonight. I went to the supermarket this morning to buy some ingredients. I'll make Laba Porridge for you tonight!"
Tang Shu: "..."
Again with the Laba Porridge? She wasn't against celebrating a festival, but having it continuously for two days straight was indeed a bit much, not to mention a second round today?
The next second, she saw Uncle Xu coughing desperately, seemingly choked by the cup of fine Biluochun Tea in his hand.
"Cough cough, Yunlan, you see Xiao Shu doesn't come by often, just focus on chatting with her. As for the kitchen, we can leave that to Aunt Zhang..."
"Yes, Madam, just leave the kitchen to me. You should rest instead."
Oh no! Tang Shu instantly understood.
So her ineptitude for cooking since childhood was actually inherited from her mother, not something she brought over from Damo.
That's right!
