Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

Upon seeing Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing approaching, they quickly bowed.

"Miss Rongrong, Miss Zhuqing."

Ning Rongrong waved her hand.

No need for formalities.

Let's see what we have to eat.

The cook thought for a moment.

There are dumplings.

Today we're cleaning the house, and according to tradition, we're supposed to eat dumplings.

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up.

"Okay! Let's eat dumplings!"

The cook started cooking dumplings.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing stood to the side, watching the dumplings tumbling in the pot.

Steaming hot, with a wonderful aroma.

Ning Rongrong swallowed hard.

"smell good."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded.

"Ok.

It smells delicious.

The dumplings are cooked.

Ning Rongrong carried two plates of dumplings, and Zhu Zhuqing carried two plates. The two returned to the offering hall.

Jin Chen's eyes lit up when he saw the dumplings.

"Dumplings! I love dumplings the most!"

He took the plate, picked up a dumpling, and stuffed it into his mouth, wincing in pain from the heat.

"It's so hot! It's so hot!"

Ning Rongrong smiled.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Jin Chen nodded, blew on the dumpling, and then stuffed it into his mouth.

The group sat around on the steps, eating dumplings and watching the snow.

Jin Chen ate two plates and wanted to eat more, but Ning Rongrong stopped him.

"Brother Jin Chen, you can't eat anymore."

You ate too much tonight, so you can't sleep.

Jin Chen looked at her.

"I can eat it."

Ning Rongrong shook her head.

"no.

You need to take control.

Jin Chen sighed.

"All right.

"I'll listen to you."

As night deepened, the crowd dispersed.

Zhu Zhuqing returned to the east wing, sat by the window, and looked at the snow outside.

She had no jade pendant in her hand, nor in her bundle.

She threw the fragment of the jade pendant out the window, where it landed in the grass and was covered by snow.

She looked at the snow outside the window, a slight smile playing on her lips.

She remembered what Ning Rongrong had said to her when she was cleaning the offering hall today: "Sister Zhuqing, I'll help you clean from now on."

I'll sweep for you every year.

Her eyes reddened.

She hadn't felt cared for like this in a long time.

From the day Dai Mubai left, she thought she was alone.

Nobody cares about her, nobody is concerned about her.

But Ning Rongrong cared about her, Jin Chen was concerned about her, Dugu Yan gave her guidance, Hu Liena accompanied her in her cultivation, and Xie Yue and Yan were also very good to her.

She is not alone.

She lay down and closed her eyes.

She had a dream about Dai Mubai.

He stood before her, blond, with fierce eyes and a cynical smile playing on his lips.

He said, "Zhuqing, how are you doing?"

She looked at him without saying a word.

She turned around and left.

Her steps were quick and firm.

She won't turn back.

wake up.

Zhu Zhuqing opened her eyes. There was snow outside the window, and moonlight shone in through the window screen.

She sat up, looked at the snow outside the window, and smiled slightly.

On the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, we sweep the house.

The offering hall was spotless, and so was her heart.

She lay down and closed her eyes.

She slept soundly that night.

On the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month, we grind tofu.

This is an old saying, but in Wuhun City, the custom of grinding tofu is rarely mentioned anymore.

City dwellers are busy buying New Year's goods, and country folks are busy slaughtering pigs and sheep. Who has the time to grind tofu themselves?

However, there is one thing that every household does: pickling garlic for Laba Festival.

Zhu Zhuqing woke up before dawn.

I wasn't woken up by noise, I was woken up by the cold.

Winters in Wuhun City are much colder than in Xingluo City. At night, the temperature drops to below minus ten degrees Celsius, and she still felt cold even with two quilts.

She huddled under the covers, listening to the howling north wind outside the window, not wanting to get out of bed.

But she couldn't get up; she had to help Ling Feng wash up.

She gritted her teeth, got up, put on her cotton-padded coat, fastened her belt, and pushed open the door.

The courtyard was a vast expanse of white; the snow was still falling, though less than yesterday, it was still falling heavily, making the world dazzlingly white.

She exhaled a puff of white breath, rubbed her hands together, and walked towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, the cooks were already busy at work.

Porridge was cooking on the stove, steam rising from the pot, and several small dishes were placed on the cutting board.

The cook grinned when he saw Zhu Zhuqing.

“Miss Zhuqing, you got up even earlier than me today.”

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head.

"No.

You were here before me.

The cook chuckled.

Chapter 258 Going to the Streets

"I'm old, I can't sleep."

You young people should sleep a little longer.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't reply. She picked up the copper basin, poured in hot water, and carried it towards Ling Feng's room.

Ling Feng's door was ajar.

Zhu Zhuqing pushed the door open with her elbow and went inside.

Ling Feng had already gotten up and was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a white undergarment, his black hair loose, his eyes closed, as if he were meditating.

Zhu Zhuqing placed the copper basin on the shelf and stepped aside.

Ling Feng opened his eyes and glanced at her.

"It's cold today."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded.

"Ok.