When Jiang Feng returned to the kitchen with a bowl in hand, he discovered that Sir was draining the glutinous rice in a basin. He had soaked this glutinous rice last night before going to bed, preparing to soak it overnight and make lotus roots stuffed with glutinous rice for Mrs. Jiang this morning.
"You're back? Deal with the goose." Sir pointed at the large white goose on the cutting board that hadn't even been plucked and had died very peacefully.
"Grandpa, let me finish making the glutinous rice lotus for Grandma first, and then I'll deal with the goose," Jiang Feng said.
"I'll make the glutinous rice lotus." Sir took out the already washed lotus roots from the sink and began to peel them, "Since last night, your grandma has been fussing about glutinous rice lotus, fussing the whole night. If what you make doesn't suit her taste, she'll probably fuss all night again. I'd better make it, you go deal with the goose."