At least we won't go hungry.
Soon, Dr. Chen informed them that they would be leaving early the next morning to go to the next village.
Knowing I was leaving tomorrow, I checked the remaining food at home and realized I didn't need to go to the market anymore; there wasn't much flour left in the bag.
There are probably four or five pounds left.
Eggs have been consumed quickly these past two days; on average, each person eats two eggs a day.
That means there should be at least eight eggs a day, and now there are more than a dozen eggs left in the basket.
Since they were leaving tomorrow, they planned to boil all the eggs. If they were going to take them on the road and eat wheat flour, they would simply make them into noodles.
Once everyone has eaten their fill, we'll head straight on our way.
This way, we won't end up like last time, with everyone starving.
Without further ado, the boiled eggs were put directly into a pocket, but the white noodles obviously didn't turn out well.
They had no concept of five pounds of flour; kneading it into dough would be a complete waste.
They cooked a whole pot of noodles, but even though the four of them were already full, they couldn't eat anymore.
The next morning, there was more than half a pot of white noodles left in the pot, and that's how they left.
They also made their way to the next village on foot, carrying all their belongings as they walked.
Dr. Chen noticed that these four people were lagging behind in the group, or rather, the young people were just as they had expected.
They were even worse than previous interns.
They have absolutely no sense of serving the people.
The villagers backed away, some even covering their noses with their hands, as if they were facing some kind of germ.
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