We meet again.
Chu Yue deftly placed the filling on spring roll wrappers—shredded pork, yellow sprouts, black fungus, and香菇 threads in perfect proportion, all pre-stir-fried so that when wrapped and fried, the golden exterior would be perfectly cooked along with the filling. Her hands moved without pause, and neatly arranged plain white spring rolls soon appeared before her, but her gaze kept drifting toward the entrance.
As the clock's hand crept forward another notch, she finally couldn't help muttering to Ji Chenghai, who was frying spring rolls in the kitchen.
"I'm telling you, your son is no longer a kid, but his temperament is still the same as when he was little. Before he left, I told him to hurry up and bring Xiaoshu back to help. And what happened?"
"They're all about the same age, used to eat at the same table and live under the same roof. Look at Xiao Yu—how steady and reliable he is. Forget it, forget it, it's New Year's, I won't say any more."
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