The TV in the living room was showing previews of the New Year's Eve gala, adding a bit of a festive touch to the chilly, empty house.
"What's this?"
Li Lanying, drawn by the aroma, had already come out of her room early. She saw the table set with fiery red crayfish and a spicy and sour fish dish.
There was also a stir-fried duck, with an additional dish of boiled meat slices.
There were both meat and vegetables, the main courses and cold dishes were also complete. With the chicken soup being the grand finale, it was quite a traditional New Year's Eve dinner.
"Did you make all this...?"
"Qingqing and I made it together," Jiang Nian said, then added after thinking for a bit, "Mainly Qingqing, she was a huge help."
Upon hearing this, Li Lanying couldn't help but purse her lips.
"She can't cook."
Just then, Li Qingrong came out of the kitchen and glanced at her older sister.
"Then don't eat."
