The New Year's Eve dinner started at 7:30 PM, and the Spring Festival Gala hadn't begun yet.
Cheng Jin's cooking skills were impeccable, handling all the chicken, duck, fish, and shrimp by herself. Each dish had a unique flavor and tasted incredibly good.
Shen Jianian had a lavish lunch at the Pei Family's house, so she wasn't very hungry. But not wanting to waste Cheng Jin's entire afternoon of effort, she ate a lot and even drank a bowl of rice wine dumplings.
She felt like her stomach was about to burst.
The dinner wasn't even over when the Spring Festival Gala started; the sound of the TV was so loud in the living room that it could be heard clearly in the dining room.
Only a few cats and dogs were watching TV.
Jixiang, whom Shen Jianian brought over, was not sociable, curling up alone on the back of the sofa, looking down at the others below like a king surveying his territory.
At 8:30, Shen Jianian helped Aunt Cheng clear the leftovers on the table.
