60s Military Life: Fleeing Famine and Marrying a Cavalry Officer

A charming military wife travels back to the 1960s, escaping famine across five provinces before finally reaching the cavalry regiment at the foot of the Qilian Mountains, where she begins her life...

Chapter 43 A Pot of Butter

Lifting the lid, the pot, which was originally full of beef bone soup, now only had a little more than half left, and the bones were cooked until they were crispy.

Lu Fangfang yawned, took the bones out of the pot, and then went back to sleep.

...

"Ooh ooh ooh".

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Fangfang? Fangfang?"

Just as dawn was breaking, Lu Fangfang was fast asleep in bed when she was startled awake by a knock on the door.

After getting dressed, she went outside and saw Yang Yufeng standing outside the door with big dark circles under her eyes.

"What are you doing so early in the morning?"

Lu Fangfang yawned, still grumpy from waking up.

Yang Yufeng glanced at Lu Fangfang a few more times.

In just one night, she suddenly noticed that Lu Fangfang's complexion was much better than before, and she looked radiant.

'It must be from eating meat,' Yang Yufeng muttered to herself.

Smelling the aroma of meat from next door, she barely slept all night.

"If you don't speak, I'm closing the door."

Seeing Lu Fangfang's impatient look, Yang Yufeng said ingratiatingly, "Fangfang, didn't you say you were going to treat everyone to beef bone soup? I was afraid you couldn't manage by yourself, so I came to help."

As she spoke, Yang Yufeng squeezed into the courtyard.

"whispering sound."

Lu Fangfang pursed her lips, not believing it at all.

However, she did not refuse Yang Yufeng's offer to help.

There were still some unburnt wood under the large iron pot in the yard. Yang Yufeng squatted down to start a fire and cook soup, but Lu Fangfang quickly stopped her.

She went inside and found a large jar, then took a shovel and walked to the iron pot.

Under Yang Yufeng's questioning gaze, Lu Fangfang lifted the lid of the pot, revealing a white, paste-like substance inside, as shiny as a mirror.

"hiss……"

Yang Yufeng gasped.

"Oh my god, this...this..."

Her eyes widened as she pointed at the paste-like substance in the pot, speechless with astonishment.

Butter! A pot of precious butter!