"Exactly, Minmin, next time you'll definitely make prettier ones, practice makes perfect," Elder Mrs. Zhang complimented along Zhang Min's words.
In the kitchen, after the braised pork was done, they started stir-frying vegetables; stir-fried cabbage, shredded pork with radish, and then boiling a fish—a lavish New Year's meal was ready.
"Xiao Min, where's Qiangzi?" Liu Cuixong roamed around the front and back of the house, unable to spot her son.
Zhang Min was already upset about not wrapping dumplings well, and when she heard Liu Cuixong, she replied bluntly, "If he's not next door, then he's gone to the town's game arcade again. Mom, you just indulge Qiangzi. You don't know, back when he was in school, he had to go to the game arcade four times a week. I really don't know where he got that much money."
Zhang Min purposely said so because she knew Liu Cuixong was biased toward Zhang Qiang.
