Zhong Wenjuan entered the kitchen and took a look around; everything here was newly organized, and all the supplies were brand new. It was clear that Qin Zhiyuan was also a person with a cleanliness obsession.
There was rice, flour, cornmeal, and millet. It was apparent that someone had informed him about this.
There was also a large barrel of bean oil and various seasonings. There was a complete set of pots, pans, bowls, ladles, and spatulas.
"We have everything we need. There's no problem with us having meals, except we're lacking vegetables."
"The vegetables are in the cellar; the supply and marketing cooperative sent me twenty heads of cabbage and some radishes."
"Oh, and there are vermicelli, tofu skin, and a big chunk of meat and eggs in the box in the storage room."
"It's quite complete. Well, then we just need a thermos bottle."
"Alright. I'll go buy one."
