"We'll go tomorrow." Xu Nianhua's eyes lit up; she was really looking forward to the new home. Back in Ningbei, she had already talked to Ji Ying on the phone. Although she hadn't taken part in building the house, she called Ji Ying often, asking how the house was coming along, how her own room was being set up—she'd pictured it in her mind a thousand times.
"Alright, we'll go home tomorrow." Ji Ying also wanted to make it up to the two kids—no, the three kids a bit.
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The next day, Xu Nianhua woke up early. She got up on purpose to make lean pork congee. The congee, lightly salted, was plain and nutritious.
The rich, fragrant lean pork congee smelled especially delicious.
Xu Qinghe went back to the village, planning to slaughter two chickens to make soup.
