As soon as Minzhi and Sisi entered the house, they were pulled to knead the noodles by their grandmother, and Song Yi was also put on an apron to arrange for the dumpling filling.

Thomson asked Sisi in a bit of crappy Chinese what she was doing.

Thomson doesn't know how to make Chinese food, he only knows how to eat it. He has never seen such a knot before. Sisi blinked and smiled, "A biochemical preparation. After stirring, add water. I'll go to the lake to poison fish later. One pint can kill a large piece of it."

Thomson covered his mouth exaggeratedly, "Oh my God! This is terrible."

Zhou Qiao and Lu Yiming saw this scene just as they opened the door - they had just received a notice saying that Miss Sisi invited them to celebrate the New Year together and could go in and help prepare the New Year's Eve dinner now.

Everyone else was amused by Thomson's reaction.

Thomson is a big beard, always startled, looking cute and funny.

Minzhi pushed her cousin and said to Thomson: "Don't listen to her nonsense. We are kneading noodles. We will roll out the dumpling skins later and make handmade noodles. They are... pasta, Chinese pasta."

Thomson pointed to Sisi sadly, "You're playing tricks on me again."

Sisi giggled.

There was a wind outside, and the cold wind was sobbing, and the dead branches were clattering in the wind, and the rustling snow fell from the branches, and the crows flew low, but it did not seem desolate.

The heating is very good.

But there were still several special stoves in the house, and the warm yellow light seemed particularly warm.

Because my father and uncle couldn't stand the sudden cold wind outside, they couldn't hold on to fish anymore. They picked up a bucket of small fish, shook the snow, took off their coats, and squatted beside the stove to roast sweet potatoes.

Minzhi ignored it and went to help her mother wash vegetables after the dough. After washing the vegetables, she went to help her grandmother handle the medicinal materials. In the blink of an eye, she saw Song Yi running between her father and uncle and sitting thorny. The aunt was also baking her hands beside her, looking at Song Yi.

That posture made me feel like I was having three trials.

My heart was raised.

Almost didn't get angry.

She wiped her hands on both sides of her pants, swallowed, and grabbed her cousin, "Cousin, do you think I'm going to go there or pretend to be dead?"

My cousin turned his head and laughed loudly, "Don't say, he is quite a big shot when he sits there like this."

The Capital of Psychology was almost crying, "Don't make fun of me. I just want to know what they are talking about."
Chapter completed!