147. Just like the sunlight piercing through the night_1

A group of people had a superbly satisfying breakfast, lavishing praise on Seventh Uncle's cooking skills. However, Seventh Uncle himself was far from satisfied:

"Now that we're back in the countryside, why do we still have to buy vegetables for every meal?" He looked around the spotless kitchen, lamenting the barrenness of the vegetable patch.

But there was no helping it!

During this off-season, if we didn't buy vegetables, would we have to eat lettuce, garlic sprouts, and Chinese cabbage every day?

Seventh Uncle was picky, "It's the wrong season; this Chinese cabbage is all bitter now."

If it were during the New Year period, a quick blanch of the Chinese cabbage hearts would make them taste sweet.

Seeing everyone well-fed and satisfied, Qiaoqiao happily stacked the dishes in the sink and washed them slowly and carefully, humming a song while she worked:

"Just like the sunlight piercing through the night, dawn quietly slides across the sky..."