บท 73: Seventy-three, is this skill still impressive?_1

Tian Laosì was already tempted by the delicious aroma and had wanted to eat for a while, but after all, it was New Year's Eve, and just coming over to someone else's house to watch TV was troublesome enough.

He felt rather embarrassed about joining their New Year's Eve dinner uninvited.

He laughed, "No, no, I've already eaten at my mom's place. I came here after dinner; just watching TV is already making enough trouble for you."

Tian Laosì, for his lifetime as a farmer, was a decent man, a bit slow, but honest.

This was well-known throughout the village.

Otherwise, Shen Cuilan wouldn't be so bold.

Hearing daddy say no to the food, Yan Yan was getting anxious because he wanted to eat.

That rib soup, steaming hot, sprinkled with such a small handful of green onions, he wanted to eat the ribs inside!

"I want to eat, I want to eat!"

The little guy pointed at the ribs in the soup basin, his craving making him jump with eagerness.