Even without Feng Simei spreading the news, word that Yunyi had brought back a large package was already causing quite a stir in the village.
Widow Qiu, who lived in the alley, had just served sweet potato leaf porridge when her youngest son started complaining, "Mom, can't we have something decent to eat for once?"
Widow Qiu slammed her chopsticks on the table. "You think I don't want to eat solid food? In a few more days, we might not even have this porridge, yet you're still being picky! Eat it or don't!"
Qiu Baolin saw that his mother was serious and didn't dare say anything more, only muttering, "When will these days ever end?"
Widow Qiu glared at her youngest son, grinding her teeth. "Day after day, all you do is laze around, and you still dream of eating your fill? Dream on!"
Just then, Qiu Baojuan came running in. "Mom, is the food ready? I'm starving!"
