Sister Hong said, "I did a good job, but it was all taught to me by Qin Huai, otherwise I wouldn't be able to do this."

Cornmeal steamed buns cannot be made with corn alone. Flour is needed to make them sticky. In his previous life, Qin Huai was old and had trouble digesting anything he ate, so he learned how to cook whole grains in recipes to lose weight.

Who would have thought that in this era, these small skills would first play a big role.

Goudan and Qin Xiaomi are young, but they have big appetites. They both drank two big bowls of noodles and ate a big steamed bun. Each steamed bun probably weighed almost one kilogram.

Both guys were so exhausted that they couldn't walk anymore. Sister Hong pointed at her son's nose and said, "You're really embarrassing your mother."

Goudan said: "Mom, it's not shameful to eat enough. If Uncle Qinhuai makes it again tomorrow, can we come again?"

Sister Hong was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

The men working there also said it was delicious, and some could even eat four steamed buns.

In an era without oil and water, people's appetite was astonishing.

Everyone was full, but there were still a lot of steamed buns left. Seeing that it was getting late, the men said goodbye and went home. Qin Huai called them over, handed each of them two steamed buns and asked them to take them back to feed their children.

In times of famine, food is life. The men were hesitant to take it after they had eaten it. They were all from the same village and didn't know whose family it was. But Qin Huai was sincere, so they took it and promised: "Come back to us if there is work in the future."

After seeing them off, I came back and saw Old Man Qin standing in front of the house and said, "The house is nice, but it costs money."

Qin Huai said, "Grandpa, you can earn money even if you lose it. But if my two sisters get frozen to death in the winter, there will be no regrets."

"That's the truth. You've gutted the house by renovating it. How are we supposed to live?"

"We're already poor, how much poorer can we get? Don't worry, I promise I'll never let you and your two sisters go hungry again."

"I am old, and I will die when my legs and eyes become blind. You children are still young, and I will not be able to close my eyes even if I am gone." The old man said sadly.

As Old Man Qin spoke, he came to the dining table, took several bowls of rice, rubbed his fingers in the bowls, and licked them with a sizzling sound.

He did this for each bowl.

Qin Huai was stunned by his actions and asked, "Grandpa, aren't you full?"

"You don't know, just these few bites can save a person's life."

Staying alive is the only belief of everyone in this era.