She quickly got up, and Xiaoyu asked cautiously, "Sister, are we going to eat breakfast?"
In the past, there was never any food at Lao Han's house; they would just drink water to fill their stomachs for breakfast.
She didn't know if it was because she ate too much yesterday, but now she actually felt hungry.
"Eat, why don't you eat?"
Han Luoxue patted Xiaoyu's head, quickly got dressed, washed up briefly, and started cooking.
Xiaoyu was helping to start the fire when Han Luoxue took out some cornmeal. Xiaoyu asked curiously:
"Sis, we didn't go to the stone mill to grind the corn yesterday."
At first, my sister said she would go and grind corn, but then Grandma Han came and made a fuss, and she forgot about it.
"Is it not tasty?"
"It's delicious, much better than anything I've ever had before. Sis, maybe you should put in less corn. If we finish that little bit, we'll be hungry."
Han Luoxue smiled and comforted her:
"Be good and obedient from now on. As long as your older sister has food to eat, you'll have plenty too."
Han Luoyu nodded hurriedly; she trusted her sister.
For the first time in the six months since her father was injured, her family had a full meal.
After the water boiled, Han Luoxue first prepared a bowl of millet porridge and instructed:
"You cook some cornmeal first, I'll take it to Mom. She doesn't have any breast milk, so this is for your younger brother and her to eat, to help them recover."
Han Luoyu nodded hurriedly. She knew her mother's health was poor, but in the past, they could only worry helplessly because there was no food to eat.
When Han Luoxue brought over such a large bowl, Yunniang was initially surprised, but then advised:
"Xue'er, although your uncles and elders gave us some things yesterday, we should still eat them sparingly."
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