Jiang Ran slowly walked over to Pei Huai’s side, peeked at what he was doing, and then answered his earlier question.

"I’ll eat whatever you make."

Early in the morning, it’s not possible to eat anything too heavy; as long as it’s nutritious, it doesn’t need to be particularly complicated.

Jiang Ran was very close, her breath near Pei Huai’s ear.

Pei Huai felt that, at this moment, if he turned his head, he would be very close to Jiang Ran.

His gaze darkened a bit, but Pei Huai still didn’t turn his head.

After all, he had just come over, and they hadn’t seen each other for a long time, so it’s better to take it step by step, no rush.

After waiting so long, there’s no need to hurry.

Jiang Ran had no idea what was on Pei Huai’s mind; after she said this, she went to put on an apron, washed her hands, and then came back to help Pei Huai make buns.

If it were just simple little buns, there certainly wouldn’t be a need for two people to work on them together.

The main thing was Pei Huai made them quite delicately, with a variety of flavors.

There were sugar-filled ones, brown-sugar filled ones, red bean paste-filled ones, as well as scallion oil rolls, sesame rolls, and chili rolls.

With so many flavors, they needed to be made one by one; one person could do it, but it would be slower.

If the two of them worked together, it wouldn’t take long.

All the buns were prepared and then directly steamed, one flavor per layer, and a whole batch could be steamed at once.

Their family only prepared enough buns for the day.

After they finished eating, they would steam more the next day.

This way, the buns would taste the best.

Even though it was quite cold outside, practically a natural refrigerator, why eat frozen ones when you can eat fresh ones?

These little buns actually steamed quite quickly, taking about 15 to 20 minutes.

While the buns were steaming, the two of them also prepared a few side dishes and fried eggs.

The side dishes included stir-fried ones and cold dishes, along with some homemade sauces served in small dishes, ready to be placed on the table in a moment.

In the big pot, they were cooking eight-treasure congee.

It had been cooking for a long time, the beans already bursting, with a layer of rice oil floating on top.

Even though no starch was added, it was sticky and rich, with hardly any visible water content.

This kind of eight-treasure congee tastes aromatic and smooth.

No matter what ingredients were in it, once in the mouth, they would melt at the gentle touch of the tongue, requiring no chewing.

When cooking the eight-treasure congee, they had already added rock sugar.

So now, when drinking it, there was no need for extra sugar; it was sweet enough.

Over here, Jiang Ran had just called out that it was time to eat.

Over there, Pei Yang and Shanshan quickly ran into the kitchen.

Their movements weren’t slow, yet Pei Yang, holding a bowl, still had to say a few words.

"Big brother, you’ve just come back and already compete to cook; will there be nothing left for me to do in the kitchen in the future?"

Pei Huai glanced at Pei Yang, the corners of his mouth curving up, "You’re overthinking it. The kitchen will still be yours in the future."

He had a lot of things to do; how could he possibly stay in the kitchen all the time?

Even to cultivate relationships, it’s not necessary to stay in the kitchen.

Upon hearing this, Pei Yang put on a bitter face.

"I thought with you here, I wouldn’t have to cook anymore; now it seems I was overthinking it."

He looked quite distressed, but everyone present knew he was just playing around.