Accountant Zhang also took out some cornbread and steamed sweet potatoes. The brother and sister had the same cornbread.
"Yuanyuan, I already put your cottonseed oil directly in the cellar," Zhao Yanli said in a low voice.
"Alright, thank you for the trouble."
"It's nothing, it's nothing. If you're home for New Year, I'll make sure my big sister fries some twisted dough for you."
"Even if I'm not home, you can still eat it."
"My big sister definitely won't bear to let me eat it. She'll definitely wait for you to come back."
"Alright, I'll come back and fry twisted dough. I'll bring back some sticky rice flour to make rice cakes then."
As long as it was about food, Zhao Yanli was very happy. She just loved to eat.
So she nodded with a smile, "You must remember to bring it back."
Actually, this was also what her big sister said yesterday, waiting for Su Yuanyuan to come back and fry twisted dough to eat.
