Ye Caiping smiled and said, "I was just asking out of curiosity."

Ye Lizheng nodded and handed the household registration certificate to Ye Caiping: "It's done."

"Thank you, Uncle Village Head."

Just as Ye Caiping was about to leave, she saw the village head's wife walk in, carrying a bowl of porridge and pickled vegetables: "Caiping, eat something before you go."

Ye Caiping was taken aback: "No need, no need."

"You're still injured, you need to eat some rice porridge to recover." The village head's wife placed the porridge and some pickled vegetables on the table.

“I talked to your dad yesterday, and we agreed that you would come here every morning for a bowl of white rice porridge to nourish your body. It’s just something I made on the spur of the moment, nothing special.”

Ye Li nodded: "Eat quickly!"

Ye Caiping had no choice. If she refused, it would alert a lot of people, so she could only say:

"Thank you, Uncle and Auntie Village Head. My injury is much better, and I can jump around now. Please don't cook for me again tomorrow, so as not to waste food."

The village head's wife sighed, "We have to eat for at least two more days. It's settled then."

After saying that, he left the main room without giving Ye Caiping a chance to refuse.

Ye Caiping picked up the spoon and was somewhat surprised. The white rice porridge was thick and fragrant, and there was even an egg in it!

Although she didn't think much of eggs, in that era and in those years, they were an extremely precious food for farmers.

Ye Caiping felt a warmth in her heart; she remembered the kindness of the village head and his wife.

After finishing her meal, Ye Caiping left.

The village head's wife watched the direction she left and couldn't help but sigh, "Caiping has really changed a lot."

Ye Lizheng, who was sitting under the eaves smoking a hookah, hummed in agreement.