She chopped over thirty pounds of potatoes. When she finished, Shuiqing looked up and saw five children with rosy cheeks and bright, sparkling eyes looking at her.

For a moment, Shuiqing felt that having both a son and a daughter was a wonderful feeling.

Especially when surrounded, trusted, relied upon, and looked forward to by one's own children.

"Mother, what are you doing?"

"Mother, is this really edible? How do we eat it?"

"Mother, should I cut it into pieces without washing it?"

...

Shui Qing has decided to take back what she just said!

Having both a son and a daughter feels wonderful, provided they don't bother her, the mother!

It's noisier than five hundred ducks, it's so raucous.

"This isn't for eating, it's for planting," Fan Jin explained as he tied up the ox and came over.

Fan Jiang immediately said, "Then I'll go plant them!"

"I'll help you dig a hole."

Yan Qiu looked at the stove and said, "Mother, I'll cook lunch. How about some vegetable porridge?"

Shuiqing originally planned to have a simple lunch after a noisy morning.

But when I heard my eldest daughter mention vegetable porridge, I immediately realized that "casual" didn't mean "casual" at all!

Suddenly, she felt that she wasn't so tired when faced with delicious food.

She gave her eldest daughter a motherly smile and said, "No need, you and your younger siblings can cook together."

He added, "I'll cook something delicious for you all for lunch!"

Yan Qiu was still happy to hear about the delicious food, but after the initial joy came worry about whether there would be enough food.

She kept turning back to look at herself as she walked, feeling uneasy.

Fan went in to cut fresh, tender grass to feed the cattle.

Seeing that everyone had gone far away, Shuiqing bought a few more washed potatoes from the mall.

I bought a piece of pork belly—I said it would be fine if Fan Jin brought it back today.

She looked at the large iron pot and had already decided what to have for lunch.

Fragrant and delicious crispy potato rice.

It's best to use an iron pot, so that the crispy rice crust produced during simmering will be fragrant and crunchy, and she happens to have a large iron pot now.

Actually, cured pork would be better, but it's not appropriate to bring out cured pork these days; fresh pork is good enough.

People who are poor don't care about appearances.

First, prepare the pot by making sure the water is clean and the fire is burning.

Once the food is heated up, add the fatty pork and render the lard. Then add the potato chunks cut into chunks and stir-fry until slightly golden. Add salt and rinsed rice, and continue to stir-fry until flavorful.

Finally, add the clear, sweet spring water, cover the pot, and simmer the millet.

I cooked a separate pot of bok choy and egg drop soup.

There's no need to buy bok choy; the women in the village brought a lot with them when they came. Some of the ones with roots were planted in the vegetable garden, and we ate each one.

The whole family, especially the five children, were all skin and bones, like sticks, with yellowish complexions and dry hair, clearly indicating that they were not getting enough nutrition.

Now that she has money and food, Shuiqing is trying every possible way to improve the health of her five children.

Meat, eggs, and dairy products are available, but dairy products are not feasible at the moment. However, meat and eggs can still be guaranteed.

When the six of them returned after washing their hands, a pot of golden, crispy potato crust was laid out before them, and all that could be heard was the sound of them swallowing their saliva.