In the blink of an eye, the twelfth lunar month arrived.
As the old saying goes: "Children, oh children, don't crave so; once Laba passes, the New Year is here."
Ning Jie didn't have much of a concept for Laba porridge. They didn't really have a tradition of eating Laba garlic here, but bright and early in the morning, Mother Ning had already put the coarsely-ground corn porridge on the stove to simmer.
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