Yan Qiushou's family wasn't wealthy either; they brought over half a sack of black flour and some homegrown greens.
Even so, it was already very kind of them.
At least it was much better than the eldest and second eldest of the Yan family, who didn't even show up.
An Ning didn't believe that while Yan Qiushou already knew about her and her mother's return, her two other kind uncles would be completely unaware.
An Ning didn't know how to make noodles, so she just washed some greens and made black flour dumpling soup.
After the meal, the Yan woman was very tired, so she went back to the room to lie down with Xiaoniu.
Looking at the limited black flour, An Ning wondered how many days they would be staying, and relying solely on this wouldn't be enough.
Fortunately, the family's old farming tools were still there, all piled in the room on the west side.
An Ning picked up a hoe and a basket and headed out the door.
