34. Qiaoqiao's Pig Mom_1

Aunt-in-law clearly didn't take this seriously.

After all, who hasn't eaten dumplings before? But she didn't argue either, just looked at the dumplings that were ready and started to worry:

"There are too many of them; I'm afraid they won't all fit in the fridge."

Song Sancheng took a look: "It should be fine. There are so many of us tonight, we'll probably eat three hundred of them!"

Aunt-in-law nearly rolled her eyes—three hundred dumplings?

Usually, eating dumplings, at most, you'd eat twenty or thirty.

Now with just eight people in total, he dared to boast like that?

It seemed Song Tan's vegetable selling wasn't all that reliable after all.

But as for Uncle, an experienced dumpling enthusiast, he was quite in agreement: "Let's cook a pot to fill our stomachs first."

So the men went to the car to load up the straw, Wu Lan sat in front of the stove slowly making fire, and also began to give pointless directions: