Pastry chef Qin Xiaozhou had just finished paying off her mortgage for her shop when she fell asleep and transmigrated into the body of a fatty shrew in ancient times. Rumor had it she was too fat ...
Qin Xiaozhou hurriedly put down his basket and went to the kitchen to drink a bowl of hot water. He felt the water flowing into his limbs and bones, and he finally came back to life. Then he scooped water to wash his hands and face. Lu Yunfeng took out some steamed buns from his basket and gave them to Lu Yu, saying, "Little Aunt, one for each of you."
Lu Yu lowered her head and whispered, "Okay." Then she took two steamed buns into the house and gave them to Zhao Fen to feed Xiao Si.
Lu Yunfeng took the rice and flour out of the basket, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Where should I put these things?"
In the village, some domineering daughters-in-law would keep these things to themselves and not give them to the elderly and weak in the family. In poor families in the village, having another mouth to feed is a burden, and families with many children will even sell the girls they can't support.
He believed that Qin Xiaozhou had no responsibility to support the Lu family, as long as she didn't harm them. Therefore, he insisted that she should be consulted before any products she sold could be disposed of.
Qin Xiaozhou didn't think as much as he did, and she didn't have many feelings about this marriage. Having just arrived in this world, the Lu family was her place of refuge. She felt very safe and secure here, and was naturally willing to take on the responsibility of supporting the Lu family. So she pointed to the cabinet in the kitchen and said, "Put it there, it will be convenient to take it when cooking."
Lu Yunfeng was even more surprised and shocked by Qin Xiaozhou's generosity and open-mindedness. He put everything into the cabinet one by one. The cabinet was made of the simplest wooden boards. The Lu family didn't have much, so apart from a dozen bowls and chopsticks, an oil bowl and a salt jar, everything else was empty. Now that dozens of kilograms of rice and flour were put in, he finally felt a little more at ease that he wouldn't starve to death.
After putting his things away, Lu Yunfeng, unusually, offered to go to the bamboo forest and said he would return half an hour later.
Inside the house, Zhao Fen broke open a steamed bun and exclaimed in surprise, "It's meat!"