Han Qiao agreed with a smile.
Han Qiao was willing to fry the three eggs, and the kitchen instantly became very fragrant.
"Qin'er, go get the noodles."
"Alright."
Zeng Qin'er went to get the noodles, and Ah-Yao followed her.
He even reached out his hand to pull Shun Zi away from the kitchen.
Granny Gu watched and pursed her lips as she stepped forward to help light the fire.
She didn't know if she could split the big pot with Shun Zi, but it was fine if she didn't get to eat.
"Granny, do you have onions at home?"
"Yes, I'll go pick some." Granny Gu stood up and went to pick some onions.
When she came out of the kitchen, she saw Zeng Qin'er carrying a large cloth bag, and Shun Zi holding a piece of mung bean cake.
"Great-Grandma."
Granny Gu smiled, "Yes, yes. I'm going to pick some onions."
Her observation was right. This family was rich.