Fan Sanzhu spoke up for Sun Jinhua: "It's not Mother's fault, it's just that the potatoes are delicious. No, it's because Mother's potatoes are so good that we all ate more than usual!"
"Mother, you've worked hard. Please eat quickly." Fan Erzhu said vaguely without even looking up or glancing at Sun Jinhua.
Sun Jinhua's face immediately lit up with a smile.
The family huddled around the table, grabbing at the potatoes in the large basin, completely ignoring the dark porridge next to them.
Sun Jinhua thought that this black flour really couldn't compare to potatoes!
Compared to potatoes, dark flour is so unpalatable that it's practically inedible.
She casually boiled potatoes, and her husband and sons ate them with gusto, praising her cooking skills.
Her son is so wonderful!
I glanced at my short, thin daughter and saw her standing on tiptoe, scooping up the black paste from the earthenware pot by herself.
It's like eating shit before it's even hot!
Her brothers all knew potatoes were delicious and rushed to grab them, while she was still scooping up the dark, mushy paste—she was both silly and foolish.
Sun Jinhua looked away in annoyance, and was about to stick chopsticks into the basin to pick up potatoes when she realized they were all gone!
That's all?
That huge bowl of potatoes just disappeared?
Fan wiped his mouth and offered his opinion: "Make more next time, this little isn't enough."
The bowl of Fan's mother was almost overflowing, and she said to Sun Jinhua insincerely, "You should eat too."
Sun Jinhua: Eat, eat, eat!
What does she eat? She's such an old hag!
"There's still some dark flour porridge left. You can eat this first to have a basic meal, and then we can make more for dinner," said Mother Fan, protecting the bowl of rice in front of her, seemingly unconcerned.
Sun Jinhua stared straight at her mother-in-law, showing no intention of drinking the black porridge.
She only ate a few pieces, why should she have to drink black gruel? This is her house, she is the mistress of the house, and she should have her share!
Mother Fan felt uneasy under their gazes. Seeing that none of her grandsons were willing to give up the potatoes, she remained silent for a while before finally backing down and saying, "Alright, I really owe you one!"
I'll give you half, it'll eat you out of house and home!
Sun Jinhua snorted through her nose, "If anyone's going to die, it'll be you who dies first."
Sun Jinhua, still not satisfied with her small bowl of food, poured all the remaining broth from the potatoes in the pot into her own bowl.
The head of the household instructed: "Dig more next time!"
Fan Qian nodded.
The second son's family is quite cunning; they secretly ate such delicious food without telling their closest relative.
If we tell him, he'll go dig them up and eat them during this time, which will save us several months' worth of food.
That's really unethical of them.
Except for Fan Zhaodi, the group of people ate to their hearts' content, patting their bulging bellies and letting out satisfied sighs with burps.
The black cabbage porridge was barely touched. Fan Zhaodi tiptoed and ladled herself another bowl.
Her aunt told her that she must eat more, because only by eating more could she grow up, and only when she grew up could she be herself better.
She remembers.
Seeing that her daughter hadn't eaten a single potato, Sun Jinhua turned a blind eye to her daughter making a second bowl of porridge.
Alright, the sons are all full and don't want to eat anymore. If the daughter wants a second bowl, then let her have one.
As long as you don't eat a third bowl, it's fine.
Mother Fan was about to scold her, but her throat felt a little uncomfortable, so she thought she'd wait until her throat felt better and then she'd see how she scolded this lazy, good-for-nothing girl to death!
As I waited, my throat not only didn't get better, but it became even more painful.
My mouth and throat felt like they were being burned or pricked with needles, with waves of pain that kept increasing.
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