But when she settled down, Zheng Lanying was stunned. There wasn't even an iron pot here. What to do about breakfast?
She went to Ma Changshun's house again, asking tearfully where she could get a pot.
Ma Changshun was also quite troubled. Should he go to Mr. Chen for help? With that thought, he glared at his eldest daughter.
Ma Dongmei didn't see any trouble with this.
"Lan Ying, you should go to the station to buy them. You're missing so many things. You came at the wrong time. It's so cold now. You need a lot of firewood. Although you've been given food, you still need to grind it into flour, and you'll have to go to the station for that as well.
You don't have any pots, bowls, or pans, but you can buy all those at the station.
There are also kang mats — how can there not be some light in the middle of the night?"
Zheng Lanying was dumbfounded hearing Ma Dongmei's words. She hadn't thought it through this much.
