But when everyone saw the bland soup in front of them, which couldn't even be called porridge...
A few scattered yellow sweet potatoes, which had long been cooked into a mushy mess, floated on the surface in filaments.
And in another bamboo basket, there were eight black things...
Meng Youdao looked at the breakfast in front of him with a speechless look. If he had known earlier, he would have listened to his son and had a bite at the state-owned restaurant.
Meng Xiuyuan also secretly glanced at Wen Sihe and Lu Zhiye, and when he saw them, he ate a bite of steamed bread and drank a mouthful of porridge as if they were some delicacies from land and sea.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and he gritted his teeth, picked up the steamed bread, broke it with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth.
Meng Youdao and Chu Hongying did not react so strongly because they had experienced hardships before.
On the way of escape, not to mention steamed corn bread, there were times when we were thirsty and hungry, so we ate tree bark and drank dirty water.
I didn't feel anything at this time.
The one who reacted the most was Cheng Lianxin, but Meng Xiuyuan still knew how to cover it up.
Cheng Lianxin's disdain was clearly visible on her face: "This, this is pig food, right?"
Her words made Wen Sihe and Lu Zhiye, who were eating "pig food" at the side, raise their heads at the same time.
"Aunt, if you don't want to eat it, you can just leave it there. This is how we eat it in Dahe Village.
Originally our rice could have been thicker today, but now that you guys are here, do we have to separate the rice?"
What Wen Sihe meant by this was: you come here to take advantage, eat for free, and yet you are so picky.
The old lady lying on the wall couldn't help but step on the person under her feet: "A little higher, let me see what the educated youth Xiao Wen eats at home? Why does that old white lotus despise him so much..."
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