The materials are so good and the workmanship is so exquisite, so the things inside are naturally worth a lot of money.

Without exception, they are all jewelry.

Some were better than what Aunt Xu gave, some were not as good, but none of them were cheap.

There are very few gold ornaments, mostly jade and emerald jewellery.

These are the most worthless things on the market right now, Feng Qingxue smiled.

Gold can be sold to banks, but no one is interested in jade and jewelry.

After carefully putting it into the space, Feng Qingxue walked back home.

The sisters' stomachs were almost recovered, so she specially brought back a piece of mutton with a big bone. As soon as she took it out of the backpack, Feng Qingyun, who turned around and was about to say that she liked towels, saw it and jumped up in surprise.

"Sister, is this meat? Is it meat? Is this the meat that Dad and Mom secretly gave to my eldest brother and second brother to eat?"

Although she has never eaten it, she has seen it, and the aroma when it is cooked is very pleasant.

Feng Qingxue felt a pang in her heart.

The meat that the Feng family used to eat was sent by Uncle Wang. Unfortunately, the only ones in the Feng family who could eat the meat were the sons and grandsons of the Feng family.

Not to mention Qingyun, even the original owner of Qingxue couldn't eat it.

The difference is that Feng Qingxue's living conditions when she was young were much better than those during the famine years. She could occasionally eat one or two slices of meat during festivals, but Feng Qingyun has really had no chance to eat meat since he was born.

"Yes, it's meat, mutton." Feng Qingxue said softly, "Sister will cook mutton soup for you."

Mutton clear soup nourishes the stomach.

"Great, great, time to eat meat!" Feng Qingyun smiled happily and jumped up and down.

She never asked where the things came from.

Feng Qingxue breathed a sigh of relief. She was most afraid that her sister would keep asking questions until she got to the bottom of the matter.

Wash the mutton, cut into pieces and put in a clay pot, add enough water, bring to a boil, skim off the foam, then add some ginger slices. The ginger was also brought back by Feng Qingxue, and the fragrance filled the house.

Feng Qingyun smacked her lips and happily stood in front of the stove lighting a fire, staring at the clay pot with shining eyes.

The mutton was not yet cooked and it started raining outside.

A slight chill passed through the doors and windows and penetrated directly into the house.

Feng Qingxue laughed, "Mutton soup is the best way to drive away the cold, Qingyun, you should eat more mutton later."

In her previous life, when she was young, she often drank mutton soup all year round.

Feng Qingyun nodded heavily. After the mutton was out of the pot, she drank a big bowl of soup and ate several pieces of mutton. The taste was so delicious that she felt unsatisfied even after her stomach was full.

Feng Qingxue seldom ate meat at night. She only had a bowl of clear soup with a piece of steamed bread made of whole grains.

This is because Feng Qingyun lacks nutrition, otherwise she would not stew mutton at night.

"We can eat the rest tomorrow. It's cool now, so it won't go bad."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

After Feng Qingxue said this, Feng Qingyun, who had been staring at the earthen jar, reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

After dinner, Feng Qingxue took Feng Qingyun for a walk around the house to digest the food before washing up and going to bed. Otherwise, she would not be able to sleep well at night after eating so much. "Eat well in the morning, eat enough at noon, and eat less at night" is the truth.

Even in his sleep, Feng Qingyun continued to smack his lips and shouted, "The mutton is delicious!"

Feng Qingxue couldn't sleep because of what Uncle Wang said. When she heard this dream talk, she felt funny and sad at the same time.

In an age of material scarcity, everyone was extremely hungry for food.

After tucking in the quilt for Feng Qingyun, she closed her eyes.

His eyes were closed, but he was not asleep.

She was thinking about Lu Jiang and whether she should meet him.