With the paste-like soup made by Ke Baijia, the roasted tofu and fried radish on the table, the meal was over again.

Mrs. Ke and Mrs. Ke Er were very interested in this soup. They were a little spicy and mellow. They recognized the egg flowers as they were in it, and they didn’t know what it was.

Ke Baijia said in detail: "It's Hula soup, not what we often eat, but a soup from Henan. Didn't my aunt bring back some dry goods last time? Soak the kelp and shellfish inside, then cut it into thin strips, stir-fry it in the pot and add hot water to boil for a while. Pour the prepared thickening water down, mix it up, add two sesame oil, and then make two egg liquids and then it's done."

"The taste is very good." The two sisters-in-law said together. "Jia Jia feels better at cooking after going out to work. She can even cook dishes that are not ours."

The two of them are blessed to their hearts, or—

"On New Year's Eve, let me help you. Otherwise, our skills and good things will be ruined when we fall into our hands." They really think so.

There are so many good things that are made by family. Instead of cooking at ordinary levels, they are worse than the chefs of the state-owned restaurants of Baijia, who are good at cooking.

"No problem, but I think my sister-in-law's knife skills are pretty good. Then we will work together to get this year's New Year's Eve dinner."

In the afternoon, Ke Baijia continued to learn how to take the soles of her shoes. A small figure ran over by the door from time to time. After a few minutes, another person came over.

Just looking at it, I felt that they had worked so hard that they had run several times.

Ke Baijia laughed and pretended not to see it.

When the little figure came back, he took some intentions and walked steadily, as if he was afraid that Ke Baijia would not hear it.

Grandma Ke was the first to be angry and laughed: "Stop teasing them, I guess the two little guys must have come to you to ask for food."

"Hahaha." Ke Baijia couldn't hold back anymore, and smiled and waved to the two little boys by the door: "Red Army, Xiaoqiang, come here."

Ke Hongjun and Xiaoqiang then grinned and ran over: "Auntie, grandma."

What a good guy, my aunt is going to be in front of my grandma.

"What are you running around? Be careful to fall." Ke Baijia grabbed the little guy's face, but his face didn't dry at all. It seemed that the face-padded oil he brought back had been distributed.

Ke Hongjun shook his head: "We won't fall. We are older children. We won't like to fall when we grow up, and only my sister will fall."

Xiaoqiang followed in his cousin's footsteps and said together: "Yes, my sister fell, my brother and I won't fall."

Ke Baijia felt that if she had a mouthful of salt soda in her mouth, she would definitely spray it out.

These two little treasures are so funny.

"Since you are not busy, my aunt has something to ask you two."

The two of them said generously.

Ke Baijia asked the two of them to wait in place, went to the room and then came out, saying, "Guess which one of my hands has candy, and if you guess the candy correctly, it's yours."

Ke Hongjun was eager to try it out. After looking for a while, he felt that his aunt's fist was a little bigger, so he quickly pointed to it and said there was something in it.

Ke Baijia spread his hands, but he didn't.

"Ah, it seems that the candy on my right hand can't be delivered." Ke Baijia said distressedly.

Xiaoqiang had a sudden inspiration: "On the right side! There is sugar on the right side."

After saying that, he looked at Ke Baijia's right hand with Ke Hongjun expectantly.
Chapter completed!