One pot of soup, Qin Yao routinely divided it into five bowls, ensuring each person had three or four pieces of egg flower in their bowl.
The taro was already roasted; it had been buried in the fire in advance when cooking. Once the dishes were done, the taro was also cooked.
The remaining half handful of greens from yesterday, Qin Yao stir-fried with a little bit of oil. It was a small bowl, but it looked green and appetizing.
Food with oil and salt is clearly different, Qin Yao remarked, "Dinner is served." Besides the sounds of eating, there were no other noises in the house.
After dinner, Da Lang automatically cleaned up the dishes and took them to be washed thoroughly.
Qin Yao moved the grass rope to the door and, using the torchlight at the door, continued to weave straw sandals.
The children in the house licked the oil smudge off their lips, eagerly doing whatever they could, hoping for another good meal like this tomorrow.
