For several nights in a row, Qin Yao couldn't stand eating porridge anymore and said to Liu Ji, "I want to eat white rice today."
Liu Ji thought to himself: This spendthrift woman!
He agreed on the surface and swiftly started the fire, washed the rice, and began cooking.
She came back late today, probably around eight-thirty at night. Those in the village who eat early are already asleep and dreaming.
The father and his four sons had already had dinner earlier, but now Qin Yao brought back meat buns, and their stomachs growled in unison, waiting for Liu Ji to heat the buns and share them equally.
The mother and her four children sat around the dining table in the main room, and Qin Yao took out a bag of broad beans from her pocket, making the siblings' eyes light up.
Si Niang looked at Qin Yao with surprise and said softly, "Mother, you're better than Bodhisattva."
