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Zhong Wanwan felt the food was too bland even with scrambled eggs, let alone what the food was like at the educated youth compound.
There were only hard, steamed cornbread buns made by Bai Yueyao, and cabbage slices that were smoky from being stir-fried because the pot was small and the quantity was large.
As soon as the dishes were served, the faces of the educated youth, who had been exhausted all morning, looked particularly grim.
Jiang Guodong, the head of the educated youth compound, looked at the food on the table and frowned, saying:
"Bai Zhiqing, didn't I tell you yesterday to exchange some eggs so we could add some dishes for everyone today? Why didn't you exchange them?"
Bai Yueyao cursed inwardly. "You said you'd trade eggs, but you should at least give me money! You have nothing. What am I supposed to trade with the villagers?"
It was naturally inappropriate to say this directly, otherwise she would seem petty. Bai Yueyao pretended to slap her forehead and said:
"I'm so sorry everyone, I overslept this morning and completely forgot about it!"
"How about we just make do with this meal? We can get a few more eggs tomorrow to make up for it!"
Anyway, she doesn't need to cook tomorrow, so let whoever wants to exchange eggs do so!
The educated youth in charge of cooking tomorrow was named Shen Dan. Upon hearing this, she was unhappy and retorted sarcastically:
"He even exchanged a few more eggs. It turns out that it wasn't Bai Zhiqing who paid for it. When Bai Zhiqing is being generous, he doesn't feel the pinch at all!"
"If you really feel bad, you can replace the eggs tonight. That will show that your apology is sincere!"
Bai Yueyao's little scheme was exposed, and since she was unwilling to pay, she said cryptically:
“I really didn’t think that much about it. Since Shen Zhiqing has said so, I’ll pay for the eggs she wants to buy tomorrow!”
"Shen, how many eggs are you planning to exchange tonight? Is one yuan enough?"
Bai Yueyao emphasized the words "paying for Shen Zhiqing" and then pretended to take out a dollar from her pocket and hand it to Shen Dan.
She refused to believe it. After all she had said, how could Shen Dan possibly have the nerve to take the money back? Did she have no shame at all?
Shen Dan hesitated as expected; if she really accepted the money, it would make her seem too petty.
Just as Shen Dan was about to refuse, Li Jing, who was sitting next to her and had a good relationship with her, took the money and said:
"It's really not right to refuse the money that Bai Zhiqing gave it so sincerely. Tonight, I'll stay with Shen Zhiqing and exchange it for more eggs. Tomorrow at noon, Shen Zhiqing and I will do a little extra work to steam vegetable buns for everyone to improve their meals!"
"Otherwise, my teeth really can't take it if I keep eating this hard cornbread that's so tough it could kill me! I've only gnawed on half of it and my cheeks are already starting to hurt!"
We usually eat cornbread all the time, but it's never been as hard as Bai Yueyao's!
Moreover, Bai Yueyao didn't even offer to serve such hard cornbread with soup. How is anyone supposed to eat this?
After Li Jing finished speaking, many educated youths also complained:
"That's right! I've never eaten such a hard cornbread in my life. My teeth are about to break!"
"It's not only hard, but it also tastes terrible. What a waste of all that cornmeal!"
"I don't know what they were thinking, cooking like this. If they didn't want to cook, they should have just said so!"
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In this respect, everyone really wronged Bai Yueyao. She didn't intend to steam the cornbread like that. She really didn't know how to steam cornbread!
Just as Bai Yueyao was about to speak in defense, she heard Li Jing say in a teasing tone:
"Bai Zhiqing didn't steam the cornbread like that on purpose. She couldn't possibly have been unwilling to work and deliberately not prepared the cornbread properly in the morning to just fool everyone!"
"I believe Bai Zhiqing isn't that kind of person, don't you think so, Bai Zhiqing!"
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