"Mom, where did you get the pots and bowls?" Xia Qianqian limped over and asked.
"The village chief asked his wife to send it here," Qin said. Although they were all broken, they still solved their urgent needs.
"It's my fault. I didn't think of asking for some kitchen utensils today. I was only busy asking for rice and clothes." Xia Qianqian sat down in annoyance. She should have asked for some daily necessities, but it was too late now.
Qin served her a bowl of rice porridge: "Qianqian, this is rice porridge, have some."
"Okay." Xia Qianqian took a sip. It had no salt or sugar, and no taste at all.
Xia Yunyun, on the other hand, was holding a small bowl of rice porridge and drinking it with great relish, as was Qin Shi. They had not had rice porridge for several days. This meal was a delicacy for them.
Xia Qianqian looked at them and felt pity for them. Being born in such a poor place was a misfortune in itself. She lost her husband and was driven out of the house as an orphan and widow. If she hadn't traveled through time, Qin and Xia Yunyun would have starved to death.
"Sister, why don't you drink anymore?" Xia Yunyun finished her porridge and looked at the porridge in Xia Qianqian's bowl with envy.
Xia Qianqian handed over the bowl of porridge out habitually: "Here you go..."
"No." Xia Yunyun was greedy, but she had principles. "This is for my elder sister. She has been hungry for many days and her leg is broken. She needs to eat more."
Xia Qianqian looked at the pot. A handful of white rice only made three bowls of porridge, and now it was almost empty. Qin poured some more water into the pot, rinsed it, and said, "Qianqian, drink it quickly, there's still some in the pot."
Xia Qianqian: “…”
After drinking the porridge, her stomach felt warmer and she felt more energetic. Xia Qianqian got up and went to find the village chief.
She needs a piece of land.
Xia Qianqian had lived in the countryside when she was a child, and knew that land was divided according to the number of people. She, Qin, and Xia Yunyun were originally from Yangliu Village, so they did not need to pay for the land.
The sun sets, casting a golden-red halo across the sky that stretches over the mountains.
Smoke rises from the kitchen, and the aroma of food can be smelled everywhere. The aroma of rice, vegetables, and meat mixed with the aroma of sugar and barbecue!
Who is eating braised pork
Xia Qianqian suddenly stopped in front of a house and swallowed uncontrollably.
As a hungry foodie, this braised pork, which didn't smell authentic, still successfully seduced Xia Qianqian.
A desire from both body and heart rises in my stomach, wanting to eat!
The damned Gu Yanjing would always make her a bowl of delicious braised pork after every quarrel, and then she would forgive him. What about now
Gu Yanjing, please make me another bowl of braised pork! I promise to forgive you and I will never divorce you again!
"Xia Qianqian, what are you doing standing at my door?"
Just as Xia Qianqian was "confessing", a hoodlum-like boy came out and stared at Xia Qianqian with ill intentions.
The boy’s name is Jiang Li, he looks very... hard to describe, but relying on his family’s few shabby bucks, he thinks he’s a prince charming and flirts with young girls and women everywhere.
Xia Qianqian was his crush before, but the Xia family was much richer than the Jiang family, so he had no chance to get close to her. Now, Xia Qianqian is down and out!
"Are you hungry? My family cooked braised pork tonight, and there is some broth left. Come in and have some." Jiang Li began to set the trap.
Xia Qianqian was not stupid. She knew that this man had bad intentions. She glared at him with contempt and continued walking towards the village chief's house.
Jiang Li ran over and opened his arms to block her.
(End of this chapter)