The moon is in the sky.

cliff edge.

Several big fat sheep are roasting on the hot grill.

Heishuisha was standing on the stone bench, holding the iron tweezers in both hands and tossing the mutton.

Han Yuqing was fiddling with dishes and making sauces at the table next to her.

Jiang Mu stood between the two of them, cutting meat and brushing oil, coordinating left and right.

"Bastard, the piece of lamb leg on the side seems to be burnt, I can't reach it."

"It's okay, I'll turn it over."

"Husband, do you think my seasoning is correct?"

"That's right, you put the sixteen-pointed spirit fennel in it, and the dry mountain pepper should be placed on that plate."

"Is that so?"

"Well, yes, the century-old spirit oyster essential oil is also added, Rong'er likes it."

"Okay!"

"Bastard, look at the color of that lamb kidney."

"I see, it's purple and purple, and it's almost ripe."

"Is it very similar to yours, suck."

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The three of you chatted one sentence at a time.

And Ding Nanrong sat on the hanging chair behind and watched.

At this time, she looked at the three of them busy in the moonlight, and couldn't help but recall the time when she was four years old:

[In the courtyard under the stars, she sits on her father's broad shoulders, and the crooked moon is within reach.

[The mutton carefully roasted by the mother made the father and daughter abandon the moon and come to feast on it.

[Grandma tapped on her cane, her scolding and doting voice still ringing in her ears, "Look at you father and daughter, you don't seem to be eating." "Ronger, be good, don't imitate your father, eat slowly."

[Grandpa teases the dog with the mutton, which makes the dog howl, but finally eats it by himself, so angry that the dog almost curses.

[Grandma fiercely uses her crutches, 'Dang! ’ knocked on Grandpa’s bald head, “I’m bullying Eggy again!”",

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