After she put the casserole on the dining table, she reopened the lid of the casserole, then picked up a spoon and filled herself with a bowl of chicken soup, and sat down at the dining table to enjoy the chicken soup.

A few minutes later, Shi Qinghuan drank the chicken soup in the bowl, and she didn't know if it was her delusion, she felt that her whole body had become warm, especially her stomach, which was so warm that her whole person was so comfortable.

So she poured herself another bowl of chicken soup, and then pulled a big chicken leg for herself, and ate the chicken soup and chicken leg in one bite.

When she finished the chicken soup and drumsticks, she was so full that she couldn't eat her favorite chicken wings and claws today.

So she put the leftover ginseng chicken soup into the space, and then packed up the dishes and chopsticks and went to the kitchen to wash them.

A few minutes later, Shi Qinghuan washed the dishes and chopsticks and came out of the kitchen, and then she thought of the Qingming Festival, and she didn't know how the Qingming Festival in the north was celebrated.

It's just that it doesn't seem appropriate to go now, because it's the time to eat, and she feels like she is rubbing the rice, so she should go back later.

"Buckle buckle...... Buckle buckle buckle ....... ”

Just as Shi Qinghuan was about to go into the kitchen to boil the bath water, she heard a knock on the door, and she went to the door to open the door.

When she opened the door, she saw Wang Ailan standing at the door of her house, and she said to Wang Ailan: "Aunt Wang is here, come into the house and sit." ”

"Okay." After Wang Ailan finished speaking, she walked towards the house.

Shi Qinghuan closed the door after Wang Ailan entered the house, and then poured a glass of water for Wang Ailan in the kitchen, and then asked Wang Ailan: "Aunt Wang, do you have something to do with me?" ”

"I did have something to do with you, did Dayuan come to bring you wormwood this afternoon?"

"Yes, I was given a basket, saying that I was asked to make Qingming fruit to eat."

"Well, when are you going to make Qingming Fruit?"

"I don't know."

"Then do you want to do it with my family?"

"Yes, but I want to tell you in advance that I won't be able to make Qingming Fruit, so I may only be able to help you when the time comes."

"It's okay, you can just help me frustrate the stuffing when the time comes."

"Stuffing? What kind of stuffing? ”

"Of course it's the filling of Qingming fruit, there are black sesame white sugar filling and peanut white sugar filling, don't you eat Qingming fruit during the Qingming Festival in the south?"

"Eat, but we don't call it Qingming fruit, but mugwort fruit, and the filling is salty, not sweet."

"Is that delicious?"

"It's delicious."

"Otherwise, this time you will make salty food, and our family will make sweet food, and then we will eat it differently."

"Okay, that's it, by the way, what else do you have to do on the Qingming Festival besides making Qingming fruit to eat?"

"It's nothing special, if I used to have to worship my relatives, but now I don't like this, so except for cooking something at home and doing the same as usual, there is no difference."

"I see, then when are we going to make Qingming Fruit?"

"Tomorrow night, it's too late at noon."

"So what materials do I need to prepare?"

"Stuffing and rice, by the way, you have to give me your rice in advance, because the rice needs to be soaked and ground into rice milk, otherwise you won't be able to make Qingming fruit."

"Okay, you wait for me, I'll go get you rice." After Shi Qinghuan finished speaking, he got up and walked towards the kitchen.