C183 Spring Festival

White and neat ran out from the gap in the lid. The faint aroma of rice entered Qingjiu's nose and pulled her back, who was in a daze.

Qingjiu found a white porcelain bowl and scooped out a spoonful of rice soup. She first tasted the taste.

The rice was already cooked. It seemed that her first attempt was considered a success.

Qingjiu filled up the rice soup and slowly walked into the house