"Mom, there are so many of us, how can we have enough food!" Jiang Yuzhu thought, there are more than ten people in the family, ten adults and four children, there will not be enough food if there is less.
"We also have sorghum rice noodles and sweet potato noodles. Mix them together and eat them." The most common thing at home is sweet potato noodles. It's also cheap.
Jiang Yuzhu caught a glimpse of the white flour with her sharp eyes, quickly scooped a large spoonful into it, and then stirred it quickly.
When Mrs. Xu saw what Jiang Yuzhu did, she was so angry that she started to tremble.
"You prodigal son, that white flour is not for eating now, it's for making dumplings during the Chinese New Year."
"Get out, get out now, don't try to take my food. From now on, you will do whatever I take." The old lady didn't dare to let Jiang Yuzhu take her food anymore.
If this continues, there won’t be enough food to last until the Autumnal Equinox.
The amount of food for this day is fixed. Men get two taels of food per meal, women get half that, and children get half again.
Everyone is afraid of starvation, so they will definitely not produce all the food.
Be sure to set some aside, just in case.
We only dare to eat two meals a day when the new grain comes in or during the Chinese New Year.
Jiang Yuzhu, who had been driven out, came back and said, "Mom, please give me some old noodles, just a little."
Jiang Yuzhu was tired of eating hard and lumpy steamed bread and bread.
Forget about yeast. Jiang Yuzhu felt that Mrs. Xu must have some old dough.
“No!”
"If you're sure you don't want to give it to me, then I'll find it myself." Jiang Yuzhu said, and was about to rush into the house.
Old Mrs. Xu was frightened by the third son's wife's aggressiveness.
There are a lot of things hidden in her room, and Jiang Yuzhu must not find them.
"Wait!"
The old lady went to get it herself.
"Mom, give me two more eggs. I want to make soup."
At noon, Jiang Yuzhu prepared steamed buns with leavened dough, egg soup, and some hot and sour shredded potatoes.
"Here you go!" The old lady took the thing out reluctantly.
After getting the food, Jiang Yuzhu hurried to the kitchen to prepare it.
This old dough rises slowly.
After taking a look around the kitchen, Jiang Yuzhu had a rough idea of what was in it.
I have to ask the old lady for some money and tickets tomorrow to buy some seasonings.
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